32. Tie me up, Daddy
THIRTY-TWO
TIE ME UP, DADDY
T he car ride is tense and filled with carnal promise. Lino keeps a heavy hand on my thigh the whole journey and I can’t help but squeeze them together to stave off the need building in between. It doesn’t give me any relief.
My skin buzzes with anticipation, my foot jittering against the floor of the car. Meanwhile, Lino wears a smug smile that I want nothing more than to bite off, and lick and suck.
God , the way he felt inside me. Heat spreads across my skin as I remember his thick cock entering me until he filled me so well, my body moulded into the shape of him. I don’t have that much experience, but even I know he’s thicker than most. I can’t wait for a repeat.
His silence builds the tension between us, and I fidget with my hair.
“Are you okay, zitella ?” he asks with a hint of mockery that has me feverish.
“Mmm.” I can’t even answer, instead I just nod and mumble something incomprehensible.
Lino turns the ignition offas we arrive home and turns to me, his other hand landing in between my thighs and coming higher up in a possessive caress. I part my legs and bite my lip, greedy for anything he’ll give me. I’m on the verge of coming just from the filthy daydreams I conjured up while he was driving. When his fingers glide against my aching pussy, I release a shamelessly loud moan.
“Look at you, zitella . So desperate to come and greedy for my cock. Will you do everything I tell you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I buck my hips to chase his fingers, but before I can get him where I want, he removes his hand and sternly commands, “Get out of the car, zitella .”
I should not want to obey him and yet, my body moves, following his orders.
Hands linked, Lino stops at the kitchen to get me some water, then bends down and sweeps me off my feet. I giggle as he takes me to his bedroom, leaving all the doors open. The kids are with their grandparents, which means we can be as loud as we want. I need him to take me on every surface of the house. Even then, I’m not sure it’ll be enough.
When we land on the second floor, he walks into his room where he deposits me at the centre. He orders me to remain still as he picks up ropes from his nightstand and positions the shears where he can reach them easily. I lick my lips and clench my fists, bouncing from foot to foot.
Seconds later, Lino is back in front of me. The hunger in his dark grey eyes can’t fully conceal something else, an emotion I didn’t think would be possible coming from such a cold-hearted man. But I was wrong all along about him. He stares into my eyes, into my very soul with a single-minded focus, barely blinking as his hands hover over my face, and my body like he can’t believe I’m real. His thumbs come up to caress my cheeks and settle on each side of my face, one of them tracing my lips.
I stick my tongue out and let Lino glide the digit on it. His groan is music to my ear and I grin at him, beaming at having him unravel for me.
With assured hands, he glides the zipper of my dress down to where it hangs just above my ass and lets it fall to my feet where I step out of it. He takes his fill as I stand in only a bra. I did not think this through.
I realise I’ve never been fully naked in front of him and gulp. I’m light-headed and my arms itch to cover myself, but before I can move, Lino caresses my arms with the back of his fingers, tracing my entire body like I’m a work of art. “Your body is a masterpiece, zitella,” he says and I preen under his praise. “I could watch it forever.”
“I’d rather you didn’t,” I say, impatient and strung tight. My thighs stick together with a mix of arousal and his cum from earlier. It makes me feel dirty and needy all over again. “I really want you to touch me.”
“Patience, zitella .” He grins.
Then, Lino drops his lips to my neck and I tilt my head back to give him better access. His tongue drags on the column of my throat and I whimper, my own hands lifting to touch him, to anchor me as my body wants to soar.
Lino keeps kissing my neck, my jaw, my collarbone as his hands caress my breasts above the lace and pinch my nipples. I cry out. “Yes! Oh, please.”
“You beg so beautifully.”
He eases the sting with a soft back and forth motion before taking hold of my tits in his hands. They feel heavy and needy, just as much as my clit. I come up to the balls of my feet just to get more friction, more anything . Just something so I don’t lose my mind to this need.
Tenderly, Lino unclasps my bra and I whine in frustration. He whispers in my ear, his voice travelling across my skin like a luxurious perfume, “You’ll get it rough once I have you at my mercy, zitella . Enjoy my softness while you can. It won’t last.”
“I want it rough, now .” I don’t recognise my voice, desperation making me feel untethered and raw. Yet. I love it all the same.
“Trust Daddy to give you what you need,” he rasps while dragging a finger over my covered pussy while pinching a nipple again and twisting. The duality of pleasure and pain rewires my brain, need pooling at my core and my throat growing hoarse as I cry out.
I pant and mewl, but sigh in relief when Lino drops down and removes my panties. He’s toying with me, and I’m not sure I can take more of this brand of torture.
He takes my ankle into his hand and positions my foot on a thick thigh, removing my shoes slowly, while his fingers stroke my calves, then make their ascent to my inner thighs. Lino takes a deep inhale against my core before his tongue swipes through my slit in a lingering touch that has me suck in a breath.
His laughter against my clit sends reverberating shivers up my spine, but he takes hold of my ass before I can make an escape, overcome with contradicting sensations. My pussy is pulsating with the need to be filled, I want nothing more than his tongue on my clit but his touch feels like too much. I’m a mess of conflicting sensations and I don’t want this to end.
“Get on your knees, like you did before, zitella. I promise I’ll fuck you to within an inch of your life.” He punctuates his words with two fingers in my cunt and smiles at me with delight when I moan loudly, eating the sound from my mouth in a kiss that erases everything I’ve ever experienced before him.
He removes his fingers from inside me and I obey.
“You’re so incandescent, Vanessa. I’m so grateful to have you in my life.” His fingers on my cheeks are reverent. “Your submission is a gift I don’t take lightly,” he says, then kisses my lips in a brief kiss. He places a cushion under my knees, then he reaches for ropes from his bedside table. His hands come back to my body to tie my legs.
Once again, he binds my thighs to my calves and spreads me open.
“Hands behind your back,” he commands, and I obey mindlessly, letting the softness of his orders lull me to a place where I’m only sensation and desire.
With a firm hand on my back, he bends me forward until my cheek makes contact with the floor and I whimper at how exposed I feel.
“Fuck, baby, such a pretty pussy. It’s weeping just for me, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
I expect him to touch me, to put his mouth on me, but he continues his methodical binding, linking the ropes at my chest and at my legs together until I’m bent over and can’t move. Lino soothes me with a sharp tug on my hair, then a massage, a few times over.
“I’ve tied you in a way that makes it safe for you to be suspended. If you want this to stop, you say ‘red’. Do you understand, zitella ? Use your words.”
“Yes, Daddy. I’ll say red if I want to stop.”
“Such a good, obedient girl for Daddy. Do you want your reward now for being so patient?” he asks, voice like sin. The promise makes my toes curl and I nod, then tell him how much I want it.
Lino disappears from view, but I can hear him shuffle around.
“Daddy?” I ask, uncertain and a little anxious about what comes next.
Minutes later, my body lifts off the floor, and Lino’s face comes back into my line of sight. His hands caresses my skin all over as he reassures me that he’s here not only through sight but also touch and sound.
“I’m here, zitella . Let your body take over. How does it feel?” he asks, his brow pinched, sheers in hand. The sense of safety the small visual gives me helps with releasing more into the ropes. I notice how they bite into my skin everywhere instead of just one place where I’m suspended in the air. His artful knots have created a pulley system where my body feels light and supported.
“I feel like I’m floating,” I tell him. “I love it. Thank you, Daddy.”
My breathing evens out and my heart rate quietens until all I can see and feel is his heat and presence around me.
Slowly, Lino takes a step back and admires his creation as he removes every item of clothing he wears. The view is torturous. His chiselled chest and thick thighs are so close and yet so far away, and being deprived of touch makes me want to touch him even more. When he lowers his boxers, his cock is hard and leaks precum at the tip, making me lick my lips with desire. I want him down my throat, his cum coating it. And I’m at the perfect height for it.
“I can read your thoughts clear as day, zitella . You’re so hungry for it, it’s magnificent. I love to see you like this. Now come on, suck it like you desperately want to.”
He punctuates his words with a thrust into my mouth before I’m ready and I sputter, but he doesn’t let up. I love it. The absence of control makes my head swim. I don’t have to be anyone, or choose anything here. Everything is decided for me and I know I’m safe to back out if I need to. The pure power of not choosing is a delirious drug as I suck on Lino’s cock and close my eyes to let him give me what he thinks I need. What he knows I need.
“You wanted it rough, baby. Now, take it.”
I relax my throat and let him pump into my mouth. All the while, his fingers don’t stop to massage the back of my head and neck, his loving touch a reminder that this is all a play and his care is all that matters.
“Enough,” he says through gritted teeth as he withdraws from my lips. “I’m not coming anywhere but in that tight cunt tonight. I want you dripping on the floor before the night is through.”
He steps back, and I take deep breaths, his fingers caressing my cheek to check in on me.
When I smile at him, he grins back and I want it to last more than just the night. I want him to smile at me like this for the rest of my life. I know that’s crazy, but our souls have connected so deeply, I can’t see how I’d be without him anymore. I don’t want to.
He steps away from my line of sight, but his hands immediately come back to my body, caressing my ass and awakening goosebumps everywhere his hands touch.
He gets on his knees behind me and all I see is the lower part of his body, his thick cock bobbing against his stomach. He licks me from clit to asshole and I whimper. My moans turn to cries as he eats my ass like it’s the best thing he’s ever had.
“Such a perfect girl, writhing while I eat her ass.”
Lino fingers me while he continues his assault on my puckered hole with his tongue and I get an out-of-body experience, his cock just out of reach that I would want in my mouth again. He thrusts into his fist and I lose all sense of who I am, the vision even more salacious and forbidden. My pussy clenches around the digits harder than I’ve ever had before and I can feel his tongue inside me, his groan coming from deep inside his chest as I come in waves of ecstasy.
I barely recover when I feel his cock enter me tortuously slowly from behind. The angle gets him deep inside, making me feel so full I think I might burst into another orgasm.
He doesn’t move for a few seconds, but when he does, it’s with both hands on my hips, using the leverage of the ropes to make me move while his feet stay planted on the ground. I’m but a doll in his hands and I love it.
“Oh, fuck. Harder!” I cry out.
“You want it rough, don't you, zitella ?”
“Yes,” I moan, mindless with lust and coating his cock with my arousal.
“Are you going to cry for Daddy?” Lino’s voice is hoarse, a growl escaping his lips as he pounds into me. “Oh fuck, that’s it. Cry for me, baby. Take me deep and cry for Daddy.”
Every thrust gets him deeper, his cock hitting my G-Spot every single time. I moan over and over as orgasms build and crash into each other until I don’t know when they start and end.
With one last thrust, Lino buries himself to the hilt and locks me in place with bruising hands on my hips as he comes inside me. We both pant, our orgasms receding slowly.
I let my head drop, catching my breath. Yet, I still need more. My body is buzzing with life and electricity and need is still a fire that needs extinguishing.
When Lino slips out of me, I feel his cum leak out and I moan, wishing I could see it. I tell Lino and he laughs, coming to my front to kiss me. Sweat coats his skin. I want to lick him clean.
“Did you know you have a breeding kink, zitella ?”
“Only for you, Daddy. Are you going to give me more?”
His cock twitches and he licks my lips in a filthy kiss. “I told you that you’d leak onto the floor before I’m done with you. I keep my promises, zitella . But first tell me if you are dizzy?”
I shake my head and try to wiggle to get any friction, but I’m well and truly immobile, my pussy clenching around nothing.
Lino moves back behind me again, smacking my ass playfully and making me whimper. “Show me how that needy pussy clenches around nothing, desperate to be filled.”
Unbidden, I do just that and he tongues my entrance without preamble, fucking me relentlessly with his mouth until I come undone again.
He fills me with his cock once more, exploding inside me within minutes. This time, his cum pours out of me and onto the floor with a lewd dripping sound that makes me shiver.
W e’ve been at it for hours when Lino finally lowers me down to the ground and unties the knots. The ropes have left red and purple marks around my body, and I take them in, mesmerised and content. The rush of blood through my muscles is unlike anything I’ve felt before and it makes me dizzy.
He kisses each mark with soft lips, resting me on my back on the bed while he massages my limbs, much like he did the first time. I relax into the soft bed, enjoying every second of his attention until he climbs up my body and settles between my thighs, resting his head on my chest.
We remain silent in each other's embrace, my heart so full I’m afraid it will burst out of my chest. A smile spreads across my face and when Lino lifts his head and he grins at me.
“What?” he asks.
“Nothing, I’m just happy.”
“Satiated is what you are.”
“That too,” I laugh. “But truly, Lino. I’m happy. Content. Tonight was… perfect. And I want you to know that I’m all in.”
He bites his lip, and his smile falls. “It won’t be easy. I’m not easy to be with.”
I know he means he’s not easy to love. I don’t mind working for what I want. I never had any issue with hard work. And Lino doesn’t realise how easy it is to be with him. How easy it is to be loved by him. We might not have said big words like this, but I don’t need them. The effort he made for me, the work he’s doing for himself and his family, how he integrates me in it, that’s love. That’s work. And that probably wasn’t easy either.