Chapter 4 #2
Naked except for her stockings, Olivia positioned herself as commanded, her torso stretching across the cushioned seat of the chair.
Her upper body hung over one armrest while her legs draped over the opposite side, her toes touching the floor.
The position left her completely vulnerable, her backside elevated by the arm of the chair, her breasts hanging free on the other side.
Victor circled the chair, assessing her position with a critical eye. “Perfect,” he murmured, the single word causing a visible shiver despite the warmth of the fire. She was exquisite like this, utterly at his mercy and displayed for his pleasure alone.
Victor crossed to a cabinet in the corner of the room, unlocking it with a small key from his pocket. Inside were the items he had arranged earlier. He selected a crystal vial of scented oil and dark silk ties.
“Extend your arms downward,” he ordered as he returned, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.
When Olivia complied, stretching her arms toward the floor, Victor bound each wrist securely with silk ropes.
He then fastened the ends to the left legs of the chair, effectively immobilizing her upper body.
Next, he secured her ankles to the opposite chair legs with the shorter lengths of rope, spreading them as wide as he could.
“You are entirely at my mercy now,” he stated, running a possessive hand down her exposed back to the curve of her buttocks. “Unable to move, unable to resist whatever I choose to do to you.”
A small sound slipped past her lips, caught between a whimper and a moan. Victor could see the rapid pulse at her throat, the way her skin had flushed despite her predicament.
He set the vial on a small table within reach, then removed his evening coat and waistcoat, draping them carefully over a nearby chair. He unfastened his cuffs and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, revealing his scarred forearms to her.
Unlike Olivia, he would remain partially clothed, another reminder of his complete control over her.
He picked up the vial and uncorked it, pouring a generous amount of the oil into his palm. The scent of sandalwood filled the air.
“Some forms of pleasure are considered taboo and wicked,” Victor declared, warming the oil between his hands. “Tonight, I will give you a taste of what’s to come.”
He placed his oiled hands firmly on her shoulders, beginning a possessive massage. Olivia’s breath caught as his strong fingers worked her muscles, moving down her spine with deliberate pressure.
“This is . . . not what I expected,” she admitted, sighing in relaxation beneath his touch.
“You are not here to have expectations,” Victor corrected her, his voice stern. “You are here to receive what I choose to give you.”
His hands moved lower, kneading the small of her back before firmly grasping her buttocks. Olivia’s breath hitched as his fingers traced the cleft between them, but she could not pull away, secured as she was to the chair.
He spread the cheeks of her arse and massaged her puckered hole with a single finger. When she began to make small sounds of reluctant pleasure, he reached between her thighs, finding her already slick with desire.
“So wet,” he observed with satisfaction, tracing her folds with deliberate slowness. “Your body understands its purpose, even if your mind resists.”
He circled her sensitive bud with skilled fingers, drawing forth a series of moans. Just as she began to press back against his hand, seeking more pressure, he withdrew completely.
“Not yet,” he admonished. “You haven’t earned release.”
“Please, Daddy,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Please let me touch myself. I need to—”
“No.” His denial was absolute, even though part of him wanted to cave and spoil his little one. “Your pleasure is mine to give or withhold. Tonight, I shall withhold it.”
He placed more oil in his hands and then returned his attention to her arse, spreading her deliberately with his thumbs. “There are many ways a man can take pleasure with a woman,” he said, his voice a low rumble of authority. “And this tight little hole is one of my favorites.”
His oiled finger pressed against the tight hole of her rear entrance, and Olivia gasped, tensing immediately.
“Your Grace—”
“Silence,” he commanded, his free hand delivering a sharp smack to her exposed buttock. “I did not give you permission to speak. And you did not address your Daddy properly. This is happening regardless of your reservations. This is merely preparation for what I intend to take very soon.”
He continued his firm circling motion, deliberately increasing the pressure. “You are mine to use as I see fit, and I will claim every part of what belongs to me.”
His finger pressed forcefully, breaching the tight ring of muscle. Olivia made a sharp sound of surprise, instinctively trying to pull away but finding herself securely bound to the chair.
“Be still,” Victor commanded, his free hand returning to rub between her thighs, finding her even wetter than before. “Your body betrays you. Even as you resist, you grow wetter.”
As his fingers found her sensitive bud, Olivia moaned, her hips pushing back despite her initial resistance. Victor used her involuntary movement to press his finger deeper into her arse, working it in with deliberate precision while he stimulated her with his other hand.
“This requires patience and preparation,” he stated, his own breathing growing heavier as he watched his finger disappearing into her most private entrance. “But make no mistake, little one, I will claim this passage as thoroughly as I have claimed your other entrances.”
He withdrew his finger abruptly, then added more oil, pushing back in with more force, making her cry out. “I will take you this way. My cock will fuck you here, and you will learn to beg me for it.”
Olivia whimpered, using what little movement she had to shift her hips, alternating between pushing back against his finger and pressing forward into his pleasuring hand.
“Yes,” Victor continued, his voice darkening with promise. “You will learn to crave this pleasure. You will come to me on your knees and beg me to fuck this tight little hole.”
He added a second finger alongside the first, stretching her deliberately while increasing the pressure on her sensitive pearl. Just as her breathing quickened and her inner muscles began to tighten with an approaching climax, he removed both hands completely.
Olivia cried out in frustration, pulling fruitlessly against her bindings.
“Beg me,” Victor commanded, circling around to the front of the chair where her face was flushed with need, her eyes glazed with frustrated desire. “Beg me to let you find release.”
“Please,” she gasped, looking up at him with desperate eyes. “Please, Daddy.”
“That’s not begging,” he corrected, his hand tangling in her hair to force her to meet his gaze. “Tell me exactly what you want and why I should grant it.”
Her cheeks flushed deeper with humiliation. “Please, Daddy,” she started, her need apparently overwhelming pride. “I beg you to let me come. I need it. I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?” he questioned, his expression hardening.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Anything.”
“Beg me to allow you to suck my cock.”
Olivia swallowed hard. “Please, Daddy, allow me to take you in my mouth. I beg you to use my mouth.”
Victor fought to keep from showing her how much she affected him. He moved before her, his hands methodically unfastening the falls of his breeches, nothing more.
“Do you think you’ve been a good girl?”
She nodded as best as she could. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Open,” he commanded.
When she parted her lips, he thrust forward, filling her mouth with his hard length. He held her head firmly, controlling the depth and pace as he used her mouth for his pleasure.
“That’s it,” he growled, watching her struggle to accommodate him from this awkward angle. “Take more. Show Daddy what a good girl you can be.”
The moan that vibrated around his cock told him everything he needed to know about her response. His little one loved being used.
“You are doing so well. I’ll be fucking your throat in no time.”
He thrust into her mouth, rocking his hips into her while he held her head in place. “Fuck, you’re going to ensure I take this pretty mouth of yours every day.”
She moaned in response, the hum around his shaft almost pushing him over the edge.
Victor withdrew and looked down at her. “You are enjoying sucking my cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Her voice came out breathy.
He pushed his cock back into her mouth and began thrusting harder against her face.
He felt her throat constrict around him as she fought not to gag.
Meanwhile, he reached over her bound body, his oiled fingers finding her exposed rear entrance once more.
As he thrust into her mouth, he worked his fingers back into her arse, fucking the hole with his fingers at the same pace of his hips.
He withdrew his cock and shifted his other hand lower to tease her pearl. When she was panting and on the edge of climax, he removed his touch and pushed his cock into her mouth again, leaving her frustrated and trembling in her bonds while he took his pleasure.
Three times he repeated this pattern, edging her to the brink only to deny her at the last moment, while stretching her arse with his finger.
By the third denial, Olivia was trembling continuously, soft pleas falling from her swollen lips. But he denied her.
“Please,” she finally sobbed, her pride entirely forgotten. “Please, Daddy. I need . . . I need you inside me,” she gasped. “Please fuck me.”
He pushed his cock back into her open mouth and after only a couple rocks of his hips, he released on her tongue, tangling his fingers in her hair. “Swallow all of it, little one,” he ground out.
Tears running down her cheeks, she swallowed, her pink tongue licking the bit of white liquid that had dripped on her lips. She was gorgeous.
“May I come now, Daddy?” she asked, looking up at him with her watery eyes.
Victor loosened her bonds, freeing her from the chair before lifting her into his arms. He wrapped a nearby blanket around her before he started toward the door.
“Not tonight,” he said, his voice rough with unexpected tenderness and questioning his resolve to deny her. “But you were a very good girl.”
Olivia pouted, and it put him at war with himself, debating between spanking her and feasting on the honey between her thighs.
“Who do you belong to?” he demanded, regaining control over himself as he placed a light smack on the cheek of her arse.
“You,” Olivia whispered, nestling her head against him.
“And who controls your pleasure?”
“You do.”
He grinned down at her. She was perfect. “That’s right. And you don’t get to come unless I say so, which includes not touching yourself. But I’m going to bathe you myself, since you’ve been so good. And to keep my little girl from being tempted to allow her hands to drift to places they shouldn’t.”
He would tease her to the edge many more times while he bathed her, ensuring his little one would do anything for her Daddy to let her come. She’d crawl to him, need him, crave him.