Page 97 of Crazed

He groans, clenches his jaw, then speeds up his thrusts.

"Massimo," I cry out.

"Who?" he snaps.

"Daddy! Oh God, Daddy!" I scream over the loud aircraft.

"You know what daddies do?" he barks.

"Make me feel good," I respond, gripping the chain and pulling, but there's no slack.

He grabs the back of my thighs and pushes them, sandwiching them between my chest and his. He scoops his arms under me, holding me tight. His erection sinks deeper into me, filling me like never before.

"Daddy," I gasp.

He circles a palm around my neck and squeezes. I can still breathe, but it adds an element of danger, heightening all my sensations. His blues assess me, then he bites my collarbone.

The sounds that fly out of my mouth are incoherent. It's a whirlwind of pleasure tainted with sharp pain from his teeth. My pussy clutches his shaft, and sweat breaks on the surface of my skin.

He sucks and bites me in a rotation. His fingers squeeze and release the pressure on my windpipe, taking me to the edge of dizziness. He thrusts inside my body like he owns it and knows it better than I do.

Maybe he does. How can someone create so much euphoria for another without that knowledge?

Every skilled touch is torture. He continues tormenting me, reminding me at times he didn't permit me to come yet. Several times, he backs down, giving me a slight break before escalating his intensity.

I become a pleading, desperate woman. The longer he makes me wait, the louder I beg. When the tears fall down my cheeks, instead of permitting me to release like he normally does, he roars, "Do not come, dolce!"

"Daddy! Please!" I wail, needing the high so much, I think I'm on the edge of dying.

"No. Your punishment needs to fit the crime. You lied to me," he barks, the anger and hurt in his eyes bursting into blue flames.

All my guilt comes racing back. I sob, "I'm sorry. I really am."

He squeezes my neck harder. The turmoil in his expression grows more potent. He asserts, "You don't lie to me. Never. You should know this, dolce."

I panic. Is this my last moment? Will he tighten his grip just a little bit more and cut off my air supply?

He releases his grasp and kneels next to my hips, keeping my legs pushed to my chest. He moves his forearms across the back of my thighs, thrusts a few times, then smacks my ass.

"Daddy!" I choke out as the sting travels right to the inner core of my pussy, mixing with the sweet sensations of his shaft. I yank on the chain, but my arms still can't move out of the rigid position.

"What does your daddy do for you?" he snarls, his eyes lit with a crazed expression. He continues thrusting but slows it way down.

"Oh," I moan, trying to stop my eyes from rolling.

"Tell me," he demands.

"Everything," I reply.

"What does that mean?" he pushes.

I don't know how to answer him. My mind is stuffed with too many thoughts, while my body is aching for the release only he can give me.

"Answer me!"

"I-I-I...oh God! P-please... I...oh...oh..."

"Do not come," he growls.

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