Chapter 27
I’m going to enjoy punishing you…
Delaney
My body trembled as I stood bare in front of him except for this pair of crotchless underwear. His hold is more intense now, more so than before. I feel his gaze burn into me. He pressed his body against mine, surprising me with his next words.
“In this room, I own you.” He reached up and tucked my hair behind my ear as he stated this matter-of-factly.
“You will do as I say, when I say it, no questions asked, no argument.” He spoke into my ear and cupped my cheek, then softly caressed it with the pad of his thumb.
“When you disobey Daddy, I’ll take my time turning that perfect little ass of yours a bright, fire engine red exposing exactly where I’ve been.”
“You ready, sweetheart?” He whispered through gritted teeth. Sending tingles down my spine when it sounded more like a threat than an invitation.
I nodded.
“Uh-huh,” he slowly shook his head, gripping my chin and tilting it in his direction.
“Yes, Daddy,” I quickly corrected.
“That’s right, now be a good little slut and go wait for me on the bed.” I hurried over to the bed the moment he let me loose of his tight hold. The separation from his powerful grasp instantly left me missing his touch.
I laid down on the bed with my hands awkwardly at my side. Dallas walked over to a dresser and slid open the top drawer. He pulled something cloth from it and joined me where I was laying still, too scared to move without his explicit permission.
He stood over me at the head of the bed.
The bed was set up almost as if it were meant to act as a stage, placed directly in the center of the room.
I looked around, now noticing different details.
In the corner was a small stage, with a pole from the ground to the ceiling in the center of it.
On the wall adjacent to the bed was a huge contraption that had leather cuffs chained to it, one at each corner of the structure.
I instinctively licked my lips as my mind explored the many sensations I would feel while restrained.
I was pulled from my impure thoughts when I heard Dallas chuckle from beneath his mask, the familiar echo of his warm voice made me shiver with delight.
“Don’t you worry sweetheart, there will be plenty of time for that.” He said this just before leaning over me and gently fixing a cloth blindfold over my eyes. I welcomed the sensation of the tightness of the elastic band pressed against the back of my head.
“Delaney, do you remember what your safe word is and when to use it?” He asked in a breathy tone. He must like what he sees. I smirked to myself.
“Delaney?” He asked again when I didn’t promptly answer his question. I love his assertiveness.
“Crayons” I projected confidently.
“Yes, good girl.”
The sound of him messing with his belt buckle was the only sound I heard throughout the room. My heart started to beat faster and my breath hitched. I was nervous, but backing out wasn’t an option, not for me.
Dallas made sure I was fully aware that the contract is not legally binding. I was allowed to walk away if and when I felt it necessary, but I didn’t want to walk away – I wanted Dallas.
I felt the mattress dip as he joined me on the bed. Suddenly the air around me got heavier and his body weight drew my attention like a magnet. One word that kept coming to my mind was how primal this whole thing felt, like it awakened a fundamental part of me.
He sat back on his heels. I couldn’t see him but I could feel his gaze sweeping over my body as he eagerly admired his prize.
Me. All of me.
I jumped when I felt the graze of his fingertips as they swept over my stomach and traced my belly button. “You are stunning, sweetheart. Did you know that?” He asked to rhetorically.
His hand slowly slid down past the waistband of the sheer underwear he chose for me. “This red looks so sexy on your porcelain skin.” He whispered as his knuckle met my slick folds.
“Mmm, so ready for Daddy,” he cooed as he moved his finger over my needy clit where he started to massage in a circular motion, frustratingly slow. My hips began to move slowly in the rhythm of his movements until he suddenly stopped.
I stilled, immediately feeling a sudden shift in the room.
“You don’t move unless I say so, do you understand me?” He snapped aggressively, his tone laced with dominance that didn’t help my pooling passion just between my thighs. His control of me, of my actions, felt comforting in an odd way, like I trusted his direction wholeheartedly.
“Yes, Daddy,” I agreed, eager to get back to what we were doing before my hips betrayed me.
He quickly rolled on top of me, careful to hold most of his weight on one propped arm.
“Good girl,” he growled into my ear with that familiar, unique hum his voice made from beneath his mask. Something about how his words bounced around inside that mask of his made everything he said demand my attention and subdue my will to resist.
Those two words nearly knocked me over the edge into ecstasy. He hovered over me, I could hear him removing his mask. I was hopeful I’d get to finally see his face, but suddenly the blindfold I wore made sense.
He breathed in, audibly.
“Fuck, Delaney, I’m gonna eat you all up,” he said in a deep, breathy groan.
I was fighting the urge to move. I needed the friction, I needed him to touch me again, but he needed me to be obedient, so I didn’t move a muscle. I was always a good listener when I wanted to be…
“I’m gonna show this greedy pussy who owns it.” He leaned in so close to my face that I could feel the warmth of his sweet breath on my lips as he spoke.
He reached down and swiftly pushed my thighs open as he placed his palm against my mound. “You don’t cum until I say you can. Do you understand?” He growled as he slipped a finger inside of me.
I was caught up in the sensation that overwhelmed my senses with just that one motion that when he stilled, I threw my head back and groaned.
“When I ask you a question, answer it.” He demanded.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whispered into the darkness underneath my blind fold.
“Oh sweetheart, not yet, but you will be.”
His tongue was hard against my perky nipple as he sucked it in between his teeth. I hissed at the blissful sting it left behind.
He let out a deviant chuckle as he used his tongue to trace a path from my breast to my navel. Pausing to pepper small kisses there he blew a small stream of cool air from his lips, slowly making his way to my core.
I bit my lip hard, resisting my desperate need to squirm in response to his touch.
He hovered over my center as he stilled again.
Without warning his face was buried into me.
His hands wrapped around my thighs, restricting movement as he pulled me close and feasted.
His tongue swirling and flickering as he slurped up every bit of my need.
I was close, so close to release, to giving into my intense need for orgasm.
He slipped a finger inside of me as he teased my clit, causing my body to shake.
My legs tensed and I was about to be a bad girl.
He must have read my body, because he stopped and slapped my inner thigh with his hand before he stood from the bed. I heard only his footsteps and a drawer opening.
When he walked back over to the bed, he stopped and stayed silent for a moment. I heard him release a sigh, as I imagined him standing over me staring at my exposed body. My eyes opened to take in the deep red of the blindfold, my instincts being teased at every turn.
My face heated at the idea of him fully clothed as I was completely naked before him.
“Delaney, what is your safe word?” He asked in a calm, soothing, almost condescending tone.
“Crayons.” That question alone was much more intimidating to me than it was to be blindfolded, naked, powerless, and locked inside a room full of toys for punishment with a man of his size. Anticipation buzzed in every part of me as I imagined how he intended to correct my bratty behavior.
“Good girl,” he cooed as he gripped my wrists and forced them over my head without hesitation. I felt the cold metal against my skin as he secured both of my hands, his movements confident and intentional.
“Don’t move your hands or I’ll fasten them to the head board so you can’t.”
I breathed in a shaky breath before responding.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Fuck, your body is magnificent, Delaney.”
He cupped my breast in his hand, gently pinching my nipple between his fingers. His gracefulness in one gesture and aggressiveness in another sent a wave of electricity through my body, causing me to shutter.
A familiar buzzing sound reached my ear. He teasingly switched between the settings one by one until he found the one he wanted to use on me. He placed the pulsing vibrator against my clit as he licked his way around every inch of my thighs, making his own delicious path.
He pulled the vibrator away from my clit just in time to stop me from giving into the most mind-blowing orgasm I was only seconds away from. I groaned loudly out of frustration after the third time.
My hips instinctively wiggled when my juices dripped down my thighs.
“Mmm, what’s the matter, sweetheart?” He teased, knowingly.
“I need to…I want to… please Daddy, let me cum.” I shamelessly begged.
“Has Daddy’s little slut had enough?” He asked rhetorically. He pinched my clit hard causing my cuffed hands to lower out of instinct.
“Oh sweetheart, I’m going to enjoy punishing you for that slip up.” He taunted as he forced my hands back over my head to take his place laying on top of me.
My mind reeled as I thought about what that punishment might entail. Would he spank me, would he embarrass me or worse, not allow me to cum at all? The thought of deprivation was pure torture that was short lived.
“Open wide, Delaney. Let Daddy claim this tight cunt.”