Page 49 of Watch Me, Daddy

Hell, I could feel my arousal practically dripping down my thighs.

Yet, amidst the storm of my emotions, there was a steadfast trust that anchored me to him. I knew, deep within, that he held the power to both ignite and soothe my every desire and each of my fears. His touch, his presence, they were a sanctuary in the midst of chaos, and I trusted in that.

With a deep breath, I found myself surrendering, not just to the intensity of my emotions, but to the enigmatic appeal of the pain and pleasure that lay before me, to the man that promised all of that and more.

“Yes, Daddy,” I finally replied, my voice a breathy whisper of desire.

“You’re going to trust in Daddy to give you exactly what you need, princess.”

“Please, Daddy,” I begged, caught in the unknown of what was to come and what I was actually asking for. I chewed the inside of my cheek as my muscles trembled a little. I wasn’t sure which was stronger, my fear or my arousal, or if the two were acting in concert to make one another that much more intense. My nipples brushed against the wooden bench, and I whimpered as a jolt of heat rocked my core.

His hands wound around my waist, lifting me easily off his lap as though I were no more than a sack of feathers. My heart raced with nervous energy as he stood and placed me down on the ground before he leveled me with a firm look.

His eyes, stern and unyielding, bored into me with a penetrating intensity that sent shivers down my spine. His gaze seemed to see through the layers of my thoughts and emotions, unraveling me in ways I hadn’t known were possible. In that moment, I felt both vulnerable and invincible, as if his unwavering scrutiny had the power to awaken all of me with nothing more than a glance.

It was terribly exciting and unnerving at the same time.

He unclasped his belt, the strap yielding with a soft whisper of metal against leather. With a practiced ease, he folded it in half, the supple material conforming to his touch. With a swift and deliberate motion, he snapped the belt sharply enough to make me jump. The sound echoed across the lake, a sharp punctuation that reverberated in the open air.

I shivered with need, watching as he lifted a single foot and placed it on the bench. He laid the belt down beside it and turned back towards me.

His hand, warm and inviting, stretched out to me, a silent invitation that left the final decision up to me. Nervous butterflies fluttered in the pit of my stomach, a delicate balance between excitement and apprehension. Yet beneath it all, there was a flicker of trust that burned like a small, steady flame. With a deep, deciding breath, I reached out, my fingers hesitating for a fraction of a second before intertwining with his.

He pulled me towards him, lightly pressing a kiss against my forehead.

“Daddy is going to take control now, princess. You don’t fully know what that means yet, but you will very soon,” he warned.

A trembling shiver raced down my spine and my pussy clenched.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, my anticipation whirling inside me like a cyclone.

“This next part is going to hurt, but I know you need that,” he whispered, his breath tickling the tiny hairs alongside my ear and setting my soul on fire.

With no further explanation, his hands dropped to my waist, and he lifted me clean off the ground, high enough to drape my body over his leg.

I squeaked in surprise to find myself balanced precariously over his thigh, unable to reach the ground with either my fingers or my toes. His hand wound around my waist, firmly pinning me in place.

I was completely helpless.

It was a peculiar contrast between utter powerlessness and total security. His firm grip on my waist anchored me, reminding me that even in this seemingly defenseless position, I was completely under his control, yet somehow still safe. Each passing second seemed to amplify my anticipation, my heart racing as I waited. Nerves danced beneath my skin like the sprinkling of a summer rain. There was a strange sense of liberation too, as if surrendering to this was finally freeing a part of me that I hadn’t ever known existed.

To make matters that much worse, my panties had long ago gotten lost somewhere on the ground, leaving me completely naked and helplessly on display in this new, terrifying position.

I whimpered, trying to reach back to cover myself, but that only made me tip forward and I rushed to reposition myself so that I didn’t fall flat on my face. His hand tightened on my waist, and I knew I wasn’t going anywhere.

He wouldn’t let me fall, and I trusted in that.

My hands rested against his ankle, and I bit my lip, a bit nervous and yet somehow still excited for what was to come next. Teetering back and forth, the soft rustle of fabric and the faint jingle of a buckle reached my ears, and I drew in an anxious breath. The thought of what was coming next made my heart race even faster. My skin felt hypersensitive, every nerve ending tingling in response to his touch. The world seemed to grow quieter, and my focus narrowed, fixated on the imminent moments to come.

He laid the belt across my backside, and I stiffened, but only enough not to throw my balance off. The soft leather felt warm as it draped over my naked cheeks, and I whimpered quietly, my nerves bubbling up from the pit of my belly.

“Daddy?”

“Trust in me, princess,” he coaxed, and I fidgeted as much as my position allowed. His hand tightened on my waist, firmly holding me in place.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, letting out a long breath.

A mixture of fear and desire surged through me, but there was an undeniable trust in his hands. With a deep breath, I allowed myself to let go, to surrender to the vulnerability that came with being in his grasp. It was as if my body and mind were aligning and finally coming together as one. I closed my eyes at the same moment that he dragged the belt away from my bare flesh, anticipating that first lash, but not really ready for it.

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