Chapter 11 #3
Panting and cursing under my breath, I slid her back down so that her head was on the seat again.
Soft pants greeted me as she tried to figure out what was next.
I grabbed one tube of lube and quickly coated the new plug I’d bought her.
My hand slid down her body, pushing her still-bound legs apart.
She jumped when my finger slid through her slick cunt and dipped inside. “Oh, please,” she begged.
“You like that, my dirty little slut? Don’t answer, we both know you do. Let’s see if you like this.”
I rimmed her ass with the lubed plug, and she moaned. “Daddy.” It came out all choked and raw. I seated it inside her as she squirmed. Rewarding her, I leaned down and took her pussy into my mouth.
“Fuck,” she hissed, circling her hips up to meet my face. Within seconds, she was grinding, her body a quivering mess as I continued to lick and suck on her needy cunt.
I shoved two fingers inside, caressing her G-spot with precision. Fuck, she felt amazing and tight with the plug in place. I took her straight to the edge and kept her there, hovering, loving her desperate cries.
“You’re such a good fucking girl, I love it. You’re so desperate to come, aren’t you?”
“Yes, please, I need to. I can’t…oh… Please let me,” she continued to beg until she was a blubbering mess, sobbing so beautifully. “Daddy, I need it.”
I chuckled before closing my lips over her clit and sucking, only to pull back at the last second. “Mouth or cock?” I asked and then went right back at it.
“Oh God, oh God,” she cried out.
“Which one, baby girl, mouth or cock?”
“Both,” she screamed loudly, thrusting her hips faster against my fingers and mouth.
She was right on the edge when I pulled back, her body taut with unspent pleasure. The cry that tore from her throat was guttural and raw with frustration, release just out of reach. Tears spilled freely now, slipping beneath the blindfold, soaking the fabric as her chest heaved.
I moved instantly. My fingers found the knots with precision, unweaving the rope with practiced ease. Every tug was gentle, slow, and calculated. It was important to me that she understood I still had her, even in the undoing. Untying was just as sacred.
The moment the last coil dropped away, I eased her into a seated position, cradling her trembling form against my chest. Her breathing hitched. Her body was flushed, slick with sweat. I brushed my hands down her arms first, rubbing warmth back into her skin, coaxing circulation back.
Then her thighs. Her calves. Her wrists, each one kissed in passing. Her body sagged into me, limp and trusting, yet still wound tight. I caressed her cheek and then said the words I knew she wanted to hear.
“Straddle me, I need your skin on mine and that slutty cunt clenching me. I want you to come all over my cock.”
She sobbed as I positioned us on the couch. Grabbing her by the hair, I brought her lips close to mine.
“Kiss me like the good girl you are and show me how good you can take me, baby.”
She shifted forward and moved her swollen clit against my throbbing shaft, coating me with her wetness. She pressed her nipples against my chest and drug them across mine.
The combination of her soft skin and my hard chest had shivers wracking my body. She was perfect. I put my hands on her hips as we kissed deeply.
I wanted to shove my cock deep inside her, but I knew her favorite thing was to take me slowly, letting her pussy stretch to accommodate me. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as she lifted her hips and inched her pussy down.
“Oh, so good,” she murmured, and a low rumble escaped as she sank even lower.
She pulled back, working the tip before pulling off. She rubbed her clit against me before sinking down onto the tip again. Over and over, she teased me. The initial feeling of penetrating her dripping cunt drove me insane.
“Take all of me now, baby.” I grabbed her hips and pulled her down on my shaft hard.
She arched, throwing her head back. She winced in pain and grabbed onto my shoulders for support. I smacked her ass hard, causing her to yelp and clench down on me. Pleasure rippled through my entire body.
“Look at me,” I barked, ripping the blindfold off.
She couldn’t focus, and her cunt squeezed my cock hard. I had to call her name three times and smack her ass to get her attention. Her eyes snapped to mine, now fully in tune with me as I thrust hard into her and kneaded her ass in my hands.
I slid my hands around her hips and lifted her off me. She cried out, probably thinking I was going to move her. I had no intention of doing any such thing.
In fact, I slammed her back down on my cock hard. She yelped as I repeated the motion twice more. Then I slid my arm around her and touched the plug in her ass.
“Do not fucking move,” I hissed as she braced her hands on my shoulders. “Now, fuck Daddy.”
I eased the plug out, and as she slid down my cock, I shoved it back in again.
“Don’t stop moving,” I barked.
She gasped as I fucked her ass and pussy at the same time.
Her stomach muscles clenched, letting me know she was close. Her nipples were hard as diamonds. I took one in my mouth and bit down. Sharp pinpoints from her nails dug into my shoulders.
“Fuck, Daddy, I’m going to come. Please,” she begged.
“Wait for it…”
My thumb slipped over her clit and rubbed. Her insides spasmed harder, and she panted my name over and over.
“You do not have my permission,” I hissed.
“I need it, Daddy.”
“I know what you need. But until I say so, you follow my lead, understand?”
She whimpered, her body accustomed to this game.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good, now fuck me slow.”
My hand loosened on her hips, and she established a lazy grinding rhythm.
“Like this, Sir?” she asked, seeking approval.
“That’s perfect,” I whispered in her ear. With one hand fucking the plug in and out of her ass, my other one slid through her hair.
She moaned into my mouth as she sank onto my raging cock, grinding into me. Her clench game was too good.
“Fuck,” I groaned over and over. The sound of skin slapping against skin, mixing with our moans, filled the space between us.
Tremors wracked her entire body, her toes scrunched, and I knew she wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer. I slapped her ass once more for good measure.
My thumb found her clit and stroked. “Come for me, baby girl.”
And my girl did not disappoint. She screamed and clawed at my shoulders as her orgasm ripped through her as a rush of liquid covered my legs.
God, I loved making her squirt. It made me feral. My hand moved back to her hips lightning quick as I thrust up, unwilling to hold back any longer.
I slammed into her relentlessly, riding out the waves of her pussy clenching around me, choking my cock. “Fuck, baby,” I growled before exploding.
Sweet relief filled my entire body as my balls gave way. I didn’t stop until I was fully drained. I pressed soft kisses across her breasts, which I somehow marked in several places. My lips found hers, and I kissed her sweetly.
She pulled back, gasping, and slumped against my chest. Our skin was slick, our breaths ragged and uneven. Her legs trembled as they clenched tighter. I tightened my arms around her in response. My hands smoothed up and down her back, slow and steady, anchoring her while our hearts raced in tandem.
Her forehead pressed to the crook of my neck, damp strands of hair clinging to her temples. I felt the soft exhale of her breath against my throat.
Neither of us spoke. The only sounds were the faint crackle of the fire, the creak of the chaise beneath us, and our panting—hers shallow and fast, mine low and deep.
She shifted, the movement sent a final shiver through both of us. I rubbed a hand down her spine and kissed her shoulder, letting it linger. God, I loved this woman.
I rocked her, and in the quiet, I whispered. “Happy Christmas, malyshka.”