Page 66 of Watch Me, Daddy

Did he mean to leave my dress on for this?

Purposefully, he turned me to face him and traced his fingers along the bustline of my dress, just grazing across my skin. His touch ignited one fiery tendril of pleasure after the next to surge through me, and I gasped, unable to keep myself quiet.

Snapping my lips shut, I chewed the inside of my cheek as I searched his face. What was he up to?

His fingers dipped below the fabric, brushing against my nipples as he grasped my breast and roughly lifted it clean out of the cup. I cried out as he did the same to the other. My yelps turned louder once he gripped both of my nipples at the same time and then used them to lift my breasts even higher.

A flash of sharp pain radiated around my stiff buds. It grew more intense, compounding on itself in spades until my whimpers approached a high, keening sound. Agony blossomed across the expanse of my breasts as he pinched my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, lifting them up as far as they would go before allowing them to sit on top of the sweetheart neckline of my gown.

It made me feel like a slut, but not just any slut.

His little slut.

“You needed Daddy’s attention, didn’t you, sassy girl?” he rumbled, his voice reverberating down my spine and sinking deep into my core. I cried out, the sound higher and exceedingly more desperate.

“Yes, Daddy! Please! Please,” I begged. I tried to rise up on my toes to alleviate the harsh sting, but he only ended up pulling on my nipples a little harder as a result. My whimpers escalated even further, and when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he finally released me.

The pain stopped for the briefest of seconds before the blood returned to my punished flesh and a second wave followed. My shoulders bowed forward as I struggled to cope with the rise and fall of agony until at long last it began to fade, leaving my nipples throbbing with residual soreness.

His gaze lingered on my bare breasts, and I shivered.

It was hard to keep still as his mouth dropped to kiss my aching buds. His lips remained gentle, but when he grazed his teeth over the tip, I stiffened. Immediately, his hands settled on my waist, pulling me close as he finally did what I’d been afraid he would do.

He bit my nipple, hard.

I keened, immediately overwhelmed by the stinging pain as his teeth pressed down on my poor flesh. He didn’t relent right away, but when he did, I gasped in shaky relief even when the second surge of agony followed. I whined as his mouth moved to the other side, anticipating the pain before it started. He kissed the other side for a bit longer, lulling me into a relaxed fog of desire before he bit down hard.

“Oh, Daddy! It hurts! Please!”

When he finally let go, both of my nipples throbbed with residual soreness. I hazarded a glance downwards. My aching buds were harder than I’d ever seen them, stiff and full of blood and throbbing desire. I went to reach up to comfort them, but Aidan captured my wrist and jerked me forward so that I was bent over the bed. My nipples scraped against the comforter, pulsing with pain after being so thoroughly dealt with.

“Keep your hands where I put them, princess,” he demanded, and the rumble of his tone settled deep in my belly. His command washed over me like the tide coming in, and my body settled, easing into surrender as though it was a second skin. I sighed with contentment.

I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

His hand slid down the line of buttons along my spine, where he cupped my bottom gently before dropping even lower. Meticulously, he gathered the hem of my skirt and slowly lifted it up, baring my legs inch by exceedingly slow inch. He went even slower when he approached my backside, taking care to trace his fingers along the backs of my thighs and the lower curves of my bottom.

I bit my lip, trying not to arch into his touch and failing anyway.

I couldn’t help it.

I rocked from one foot to the other as he gathered my skirt above my waist. With growing excitement, I listened as he took a step back and just looked at me.

I’d chosen my bridal lingerie with him in mind. The panties were sheer lace, leaving little to the imagination, but covering up just enough to tease at what was beneath. There was a white garter belt around my right thigh, complete with a little light blue bow for him to tear off later with his teeth. I was wearing stockings, the tops held up by straps attached to a waistband. I tried to imagine the sight he was seeing and shivered with pleasure.

With his gaze on me like this, it was as if the world narrowed down to just the two of us, like there was no one else but us. The force of his desire hit me like a freight train, igniting a cascade of different sensations within me.

Desire.

Anxiety.

Everything.

I could feel his hunger, his longing, and how much he wanted me. It was a heady mixture of exhilaration and nervousness, and it left my head reeling.

“Daddy,” I whispered, unconsciously lifting my hips and showing him everything in a single movement.

“Stay still, princess. I’m admiring everything that belongs to me,” he purred. He took a step towards me, and I stiffened when his fingers brushed against the bare flesh of my hip, the heat taking me aback far more than I’d anticipated. My core swirled with desire, hot and heavy and intensely powerful.

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