Page 3 of D*cked By Daddy

I smack her ass.

“I’m going to turn it on, princess. But you’re not allowed to come until I give you permission. Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she says with a heavy sigh.

“Good girl.”

The moment the Lush flares to life, I know I’m not going to be able to keep that promise. Especially when Nick begins to tie me up with the rope. It’s soft and black, and with each pass of it over my skin, his fingers send chills down my spine.

We’ve gotten better at this whole rope thing ever since that first night with the Christmas lights. He’s been practicing, and I’m learning to crave the release it gives me as well. Every knot he makes pushes my body closer and closer to orgasm.

“Nick,” I say on a heavy breath. He hasn’t even made it past my torso and I’m already panting. “Please,” I chant over and over.

“You’re being very polite,” he says. I can hear the smile in his voice, but I’m too busy squeezing my eyes shut to focus on not coming that I can’t look at him. “But you’re not allowed to come yet.”

I try to think of anything except what’s happening. I go through minor details of the wedding like where we’re going to hang lights and where people are going to sit. How many blankets are we going to need? What if it snows too badly for anyone to make it up here?

As if he can sense that I’m distracted, Nick turns up the vibration of the Lush and switches up the pattern. God, I’m so full. The new vibration setting is even making the plug in my ass pulse. I’m being pushed—no, shoved—violently toward an orgasm that I know I’m going to be punished for.

“Please, Daddy,” I try again. “I’m not going to make it!” All of the muscles in my body clench at the same time, trying to ward off the building warmth in my core.

He chuckles. The fucker chuckles.

After tying off another knot, he lies down next to me on the bed and trails his fingers between my thighs. They delve into my dripping slit and immediately find my clit, circling it with vigor. I pant against him, my back pressed against his chest while he kisses my neck and shoulder.

“Ask me again,” he tells me.

“Please, Daddy. Please, may I come?”

“Yes, baby.” He bites down hard on my shoulder, and I fall apart. The orgasm doesn’t take its time. It plows through me like it owns my body, touching me in places I didn’t know existed. My toes curl, and my mouth hangs open as I try to breathe through it.

My body throbs around the toys inside of me, and my hands, which are tied behind my back, grab onto Nick’s shirt, yanking hard on it while I ride wave after wave of pleasure. And Nick holds me close through the whole thing, his hands rubbing my arms, chest, and stomach. He kisses my neck and whispers sweet things in my ear that I barely register until it finally subsides and I can breathe again.

“Beautiful girl,” he whispers. “So perfect.”

He gives me a moment to recover, not turning the vibrator off but turning it down enough that I’m not assaulted with it. He moves to the bottom of the bed and situates himself between my legs. I watch him with tired eyes as he kisses down my thighs before his mouth closes around my clit.

I twitch and moan against his mouth, too sensitive for what his tongue is doing to me. But he changes to long, languid strokes as he licks me clean. He hums his satisfaction and looks up at me. I hold his gaze and wish I could run my hands through that salt-and-pepper hair and yank it hard, give him a taste of his own medicine.

He smirks like he knows what I’m thinking.

“Let’s get these legs tied up,” he says once he’s had his fill of me. “I want you spread wide open for me while I fuck you.”

Pulling out another long section of rope, he begins to tie my legs. He bends them at the knee and ties them each individually, linking those ropes to the ones on my torso when he’s done so that my legs can’t close even if I tried.

“Do you know how fucking good you look right now, Holly? Tied up and legs spread for me?” He turns the Lush back up, causing me to cry out and try to close my legs—as if it would help. “Look at this perfect, pink pussy. All for me.”

I can barely breathe, the overstimulation causing my body to tense. He uses his thumb to tease my clit while his fingers push inside of me to move the vibrator against my G-spot. I’m so wet I can feel it drip between my ass and onto the sheets underneath us.

“Do you want to come again, Holly?” he asks before sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of my thigh.

“Yes!” I cry out, lifting my hips into the air to get him exactly where I want him.

“Too bad,” he says, pulling his hand away from me.

“No,” I groan, tears falling down my face before I can stop them. I’m wound too tight. I can’t handle the edging on top of everything else I’m feeling right now.

“Poor thing,” he coos, wiping the tears from my cheeks. “You’ll get what you want soon. But this wouldn’t be a punishment if I gave you everything without making you work for it.”

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