Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
At the end of my first week on the island, I’m sitting in the bathtub playing one night while Daddy washes me. I’m chattering constantly, asking him questions about the daycare and what I can expect when he has to see clients.
Daddy is always patient with me, and tonight is no exception. He listens intently and answers all my questions, but he’s a bit quieter than usual. When he’s done washing me, he helps me out, dries me off, diapers me, and sets me on the floor in my nursery.
“I got you a new toy,” he tells me. He hands me a wrapped gift.
I grin wide. “Why?”
He shrugs and sits across from me on the floor, legs crossed. “I saw this and thought of you. No special reason.”
I tear into the paper and pull out a box. Excited, I open the box next. What falls into my hand is a set of nesting dolls. They’re bright rainbow colors like I love. “I’ve never had nesting dolls before,” I tell him.
“Open them.”
I open the first one and giggle when I find a slightly smaller one inside. It’s not surprising, just silly. “How many are there?” I ask.
“I don’t know. You’ll have to find out.”
I open another and another and another, laughing harder with each consecutively smaller doll. Finally I’m holding one that so small there’s no way I haven’t reached the end. I pop it open, but it’s not a doll that falls out. It’s a ring. It lands on the floor in front of me.
My fingers are shaking as I glance at Daddy before picking it up. “Daddy?”
“Is it too soon to ask you to marry me, Amelia?”
Tears form in my eyes and I shake my head. “No.”
He rises from his sitting position to take one knee in front of me. He eases the ring from my palm and reaches for my left hand. “Will you marry me, Amelia?”
I nod rapidly. “Yes, Daddy.” As soon as he slides the ring on my finger, I leap into his arms, knocking him backward so that he falls onto the carpet on his back.
He laughs as he pulls me over him. “I love you, Amelia. I think I’ve known that from a distance for a long time, but these past few weeks have solidified that feeling. I don’t want to let another day go by without making you mine.”
“I love you, too, Noah.” I straddle his chest and sit on him, lifting my hand to look at the ring. “It’s so pretty.”
He’s smiling broadly. “We don’t have to run to the justice of the peace or anything, but I want you in my bed, Amelia. I toss and turn every night while you sleep in that crib. You can still use it for naps, but from now on at night, you’ll sleep with me.” His hands rub up and down my back.
I plant my palms on his chest and grin. “I’d like that, Daddy. Maybe we should start that now.”
Daddy arches up off the floor, taking me with him as he rises to his feet.
I giggle when he rushes from the room. He wastes no time reaching his bed and dropping me onto the middle of the mattress from high enough that I bounce.
In seconds, he has my diaper off me, and he’s climbing over me. He looks down at me. “Are you ready for this step, Amelia?”
I flatten my palms on his pecs and up around his shoulders. “We’ve had sex before, you know.” It was at the doctor’s office last week. I’ll never forget it. “And I wasn’t a virgin or anything.”
He grins. “Yeah, but I told you it wouldn’t happen again until you were wearing my ring. Do you understand why, Baby girl?”
I shake my head.
“Because I already knew you would be the most important person in my life for the rest of our time on Earth. I also know that sex with you is going to be earth shattering every time. When we’re together, it means more than any sex I’ve ever had. You’re my life, Amelia. My Little. My woman. My world. I want to be certain you agree and feel the same way before I look in your eyes and slide my cock into you again.”
Tears run out of my eyes. His words are so sweet and filled with so much love. He’s intense, and I know he always will be when it matters most. “I love you,” I tell him again.
“I love you, too.” He bends down and kisses me. He kisses me often, but this time something is different. I can feel his love as he moans into my mouth and deepens the kiss.
I grab his shirt and tug on it, wanting to pull it off him. I’m too clumsy to accomplish that, especially because he’s distracting me with his mouth. When he finally releases my lips to kiss a path to my neck, I mutter, “Naked.”
He chuckles against my ear. “So demanding.”
I grab his shirt again and pull. “Daddy…” I whine.
Noah rises up over me and pulls the cotton over his head, tossing it aside without a glance.
“Your pants, too, Daddy.”
He makes a production of slowly unbuttoning them and lowering the zipper. When he shrugs them over his hips, letting his cock pop free, I lick my lips.
I reach for his length. “Can I taste you, Daddy?”
“Depends. Are you going to lick me like you did that lollipop the other day?”
I nod. “Yes, exactly like that.”
He climbs off the bed, shrugs out of the rest of his clothes, and returns to hover over me again. “In that case, yes, you may taste, but only a taste. No sucking. I want to come in your pussy, not your mouth.”
He crawls up my body, his cock bobbing in front of him. It’s an interesting position with me lying on my back and Noah bringing his cock to my mouth from above.
I slide my hands to his ass and grip his firm cheeks as he lowers his erection to my lips. The first lick from base to tip makes him moan loud enough to shake the foundation of the house.
I do it again and then a third time. It’s a heady experience. I feel powerful in a way he rarely lets me. He’s giving me this tiny bit of control, but I know it won’t last.
Sure enough, after a few more licks along his length, he growls and slides back down my body. “What a naughty girl you are.” He bends down to kiss my nipples one at a time.
I grab his biceps and arch my chest up, encouraging him to do more. I’ve learned that I love having my nipples stroked. I love everything he does to them. They’re very sensitive—partly because he keeps putting a stimulant on them. But I think the ointment is training them to stay erect and needy all the time.
I wiggle around as desperation grows while he languidly licks and suckles my titties. I’m panting when he releases one with a pop.
“Daddy, will you spank them?”
He shakes his head. “I have a better plan, Baby girl.”
“Oh?” I stare up at him, surprised when he slides off the side of the bed and hauls me to the edge. “Sit up, Amelia.” He helps me by pulling me up with both hands.
While I watch, he opens the drawer on the nightstand and pulls out a chain. It takes me a moment to realize it’s a set of nipple clamps. I’ve seen them at the Dungeon. Lots of submissives wear them.
“Have you ever tried nipple clamps, Baby girl?”
“No, Sir.”
Daddy shows them to me, opening and closing the rubber-tipped clamps.
I’m trembling as he reaches for one of my nipples and plays with it. He rolls it back and forth until it’s as hard as ever, and then he brings the little clamp to the tip and lets it close.
I whimper. It hurts so good. I want to reach up and squeeze my breast, but I don’t dare. I gasp when Daddy gives a slight tug, bringing my attention to the swollen bud.
“Ready for the other one, Baby girl?”
I nod and grit my teeth while he pinches the bud and clamps it like its twin. It stings, making me flinch yet again, but I like it. And the chain that dangles down between them is delicate and pretty.
“Hands and knees, Amelia. I want you to make those sway while I watch.”
I bite my lip and spin around carefully to come up on my hands and knees. The pull of the chain makes my nipples distend further, and it’s so sexy just looking at them that my pussy is soaked.
I give Daddy a little show of shaking them back and forth, and when I lift my head to look up at him, he’s holding yet another clamp.
“Rise onto your knees, Baby girl,” he orders.
I tremble as I do so. I’m a smart girl. I know where that last clamp goes. He attaches the chain dangling from it to the center of the one between my breasts.
“Spread your knees and lean back on your hands. Arch those pretty titties for me.”
I moan as I obey him, tipping my head back so I’m staring at the ceiling. I don’t dare move as Daddy’s fingers come to my pussy. He pulls the hood back from my clit, flicks the greedy nub rapidly, and then pinches it. “You’re going to be my good girl, aren’t you, Amelia?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I murmur.
“You’ll wear the little clamp on your pretty clit until I take it off. When I do, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll see stars.”
I lick my lips. His threats sound like heaven to me. I already know I like it when he spanks my pussy with a crop. The clamp can’t be worse. Can it?
Daddy pinches the base of my clit, holding it steady, and then releases the clamp so that it grips my sensitive nub so hard it feels like it’s going to come off.
I scream, my legs and arms trembling. “Daddy!”
“You’re fine, Little one. Trust Daddy to know what you can take. Breathe through the pain.” He strokes my folds.
I’m panting, my eyes squeezed tight as I try to control the urge to yank the mean clamp off my clit. My nipples ache and throb, but they aren’t as bad as the sharp bite on my clit.
“Control, Amelia. You’ll wear the clamp for Daddy.”
I nod. I will. I’ll do anything he asks of me because I trust him, and I love him so much. He’s going to push my boundaries for the rest of my life because he knows I enjoy being led to the edge.
He leans closer and whispers in my ear. “Scale of one to ten, how bad does it hurt, Baby girl?”
I draw in a breath and think. “A nine.”
“Good girl. Thank you for being honest. I know my girl likes pain. Does it feel good?”
I shake my head. “It hurts, Daddy.”
“But…” He trails a finger in a circle around one of my titties.
“But I also need to come. The pain makes me desperate to have your cock, Daddy.”
“Good girl. I’m proud of you. I want you to wear the clamps a few more minutes. I want that pain to become an eleven.”
I’m shaking, and I want to lean forward. My hands don’t want to hold me up any longer, but Daddy didn’t say I could change my position. If he wanted me to move, he would have told me so.
“Daddy…” I beg.
He cups my cheek and kisses me gently. “Such a good girl,” he mumbles against my mouth. “So fucking sexy. Submit to Daddy. Don’t fight it. Let it hurt for me. You’ll absorb the pain because Daddy asked you to.”
I nod, whimpering. I think there’s a lesson in here. It’s like he’s proving he owns me. He doesn’t have to prove anything. He does own me, mind, body, and soul. He’s my world. I would do anything he asked.
“You’re mine, Amelia,” he whispers.
“I’m yours, Daddy.”
“Are you ready for Daddy to fuck your pretty cunt?”
“Yes, Sir.” My voice trembles.
“Lie back for me. Legs as wide as you can spread them.”
I swing my feet around in front of me and lower onto my back, parting my knees wide. At least the chains aren’t tugging on my tortured flesh in this position, but I hope he’s going to remove the clamps soon.
Daddy’s hands come to my breasts. He cups and squeezes them. “I’m going to remove these two clamps first at the same time. You’re going to stay perfectly still like a good girl.”
“Yes, Sir.” I hold my breath. It’s going to hurt. I know this from watching other people at the club.
The moment Daddy removes the clamps from my titties, I scream. The burning pain is intense. My pussy throbs with need at the same time because I’m obviously a bigger masochist than I knew.
Before I can catch my breath, Daddy suddenly yanks the clamp from my clit. Less than a second later, he thrusts into me to the hilt.
I fist the sheets at my sides, but I can’t breathe. I can’t even focus. So many sensations are bombarding me all at once. The pain is almost more than I can bear. Most people wouldn’t be able to. But my cunt… So full. So tight.
The moment Daddy pulls out and slams back into me, I come unexpectedly and hard. I scream again as the waves of pleasure wash through me. My pussy grips Daddy’s cock so hard I wonder how he can move. I’m gripping him tighter than I ever imagined possible.
I come so hard and so long that I’m pretty sure one becomes another and then a third. Daddy pumps himself in and out of me the entire time, fucking me senseless, scrambling my thoughts.
It doesn’t take long for him to give one final thrust as deep as he can reach. He growls as his own release pumps his come into my tight channel.
My powerful, dominant Daddy’s arms are shaking as he comes, and I love it. I love the balance of power, the fact that I’m at his mercy to decide when and where and how I get to orgasm, while he’s at my mercy, too, because his own releases will be fueled by mine.
He loves me, and I love him fiercely in return.
He’s panting as he looks down at me, but he’s smiling like he’s won the lottery. If I could speak, I would tell him I’m the lucky one, but I’m a limp noodle unable to lift a single limb.
When Daddy finally pulls out of me, he immediately grabs a diaper, tucks it under me, and folds it up around me.
I giggle.
“What’s so funny, Baby girl?”
“You really like to leave your come dripping out of me.”
“Yep.”
“That’s such a caveman move.”
“So is making you wander around without a shirt. Do you have a problem with it?” He’s chuckling.
“No, Sir.”
He bends down to kiss my lips. “When I fuck you, Amelia, I want you to remember it for a while. I want your pussy to ache and my come to leak out of you.”
“Yes, Sir,” I breathe out, shuddering at his filthy words.
He brings a knee between my legs and presses his thigh against my diapered pussy. “Feel that, Baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy. I feel everything.”
He beams at me. “How did you like the clamps?”
“They hurt.”
He chuckles again, kisses me again, and then nuzzles my neck. “You like it when I make you hurt.”
I nod. “Yes, Sir.”
“It’s fucking hot, Amelia.”
I sigh. I’m glad he thinks so because I never want him to stop surprising me, hurting me, using the pain to make my orgasms stronger.
Daddy drops onto a hip beside me, uncaring that his still-erect cock is resting against my hip. He threads our fingers together, and lifts my hand up so he can stare at the ring he put on me. “You’re mine.”
“Yes, Daddy. There was never any doubt.”
He kisses each of my fingers so sweetly it’s hard to believe this same man clamped my titties and my clit just a short time ago and told me to endure the pain.
I can’t stop smiling because I’m so happy.
“Such a good girl,” he praises as he lowers my hand and begins to gently stroke my nipples. “Do they still hurt?” He bends forward to kiss them reverently.
“It’s a dull pain now,” I whisper.
“And your pretty clit? How does it feel?”
“Crusty because your come is drying on it,” I tease, giggling.
He pinches one of my nipples hard enough to make me gasp. “Naughty, sassy girl.”
I giggle more. “ Your naughty, sassy girl.”
“That’s right, Amelia. All mine.”