Chapter 37
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Killian
Somehow, their play had shifted. Changed from playful and teasing to something deeper. Something more.
With that in mind, he moved to the cabinet that held the various toys for tormenting his sassy little princess. He would need to remember his play bag next time—if there was a next time at the club—or else he’d end up with duplicates of everything at this rate.
Grabbing the items he wanted, he made his way back to the throne. She was a vision, on her knees with her wrists suspended in leather, her ass pushed out toward him, covered in his handprints.
Mine.
That single syllable echoed in his mind as he set his prizes aside and picked up the bottle of lubricant.
With his free hand, he spread her quivering bottom cheeks, exposing the puckered hole of her anus to his gaze.
“Someday, I’m going to fuck you here. I’m going to claim every last inch of you.
So we’re going to need to get you used to having this naughty little hole filled. ”
Her shocked gasp filled the room when the cool liquid of the lube splashed against her hole. “Killian!”
Heaving a dramatic sigh, he pressed a finger against her entrance, rubbing and circling the puckered flesh, gently demanding she yield for him. “If you keep refusing to use my titles, I will fuck you here tonight and you won’t be allowed to come when I do.”
“You wouldn’t.”
Pushing deeper into her bottom, he chuckled softly. “Would you like to test me, princess?”
Silence met his question, and he let it drag out, let her work herself into an internal frenzy over the implied threat.
And after several long moments, she sighed. “No, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” Because she was, at her core, a good girl, whether she wanted to admit it or not, he softened his tone. “Can you relax for me, princess? This is for your pleasure as much as mine, but it will be much harder on you if you stay so tense.”
“It’s a little difficult to relax with a finger up my ass,” she grumbled. But despite her argument to the contrary, her muscles loosened, allowing him in.
“I’m sure it is. But you’re taking me so well, princess. You’re being so very good for me.”
His praise relaxed her even further, and when he looked, there was a small smile curving her lips. Whatever she said to the contrary, his princess loved praise.
And so he kept on praising her as he worked to loosen her up, pushing a second finger in alongside the first as she whimpered at the intrusion. “You look so beautiful like this, Aria. Naked and on your knees for me, your bottom stuffed full. My good, good girl.”
A soft sigh slipped from her lips and she relaxed even further around him. Until, at last, she was ready for the plug.
“We’re starting small,” he explained as he coated the metal with even more lube.
“Eventually, we’ll work up to a larger plug, one that will help prepare you for Daddy’s cock.
For now, this will be enough to keep your mind on what’s coming and to remind you that every inch of this stunning body belongs to me. ”
“As if I could forget when I’m not even allowed to orgasm without your permission,” she shot back dryly.
“Fair enough.” Delighted by her sass, he pushed the plug into her bottom, grinning at the sight of her hole going white around the metal while she whined and squirmed on the throne.
When the plug was finally settled inside her, and her muscles had closed around the slender neck, he gave her bottom a gentle pat. “You took that plug so well, princess. Now let’s see how you take the rest.”
Aria
It was… odd, having a plug in her ass. Not painful, and not even as uncomfortable as she’d expected it to be, but definitely odd. And every time she shifted, her muscles seemed to clamp down around it, which would only serve to remind her again that it was there.
That her Daddy had put it there.
Parts of her still worried about how much she was enjoying his dominance. Enjoying being his good girl. But for the most part, she was content to simply exist here in this little bubble of sin and pleasure with him and forget the outside world with all its demands and expectations even existed.
That was what she chose to focus on as something hard and rubbery slid between her soaked pussy lips. It filled her, and with the plug in her ass, she’d never felt so… well, full. “What’s that?”
“You’ll see.”
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the toy came to life inside her. Part of the toy pressed against her clit, and in a fingersnap, pleasure flooded her body, making her clench around the two foreign objects inside her as she arched up with a cry.
“This will stay on while Daddy flogs that pretty bottom. You’re going to come with my welts all over you, and then you’re going to come again. And you’re going to keep coming until Daddy has decided you’ve had enough.”
Oh, sweet Jesus. He was going to kill her.
Behind her, she heard him moving again, and she wished once more she could actually see him. Something about being bound and blindfolded at the same time made her feel even more helpless than just being bound. At least that first time she’d been able to see, to prepare herself for what came next.
Now, though, she could only… wait.
At least she didn’t have to wait long. Cool air brushed over her backside a moment before something that was both soft and heavy lashed at her skin. It wasn’t painful, not the way she’d been prepared for, and she immediately relaxed.
Once, twice, three times the flogger kissed her bare skin, almost like a massage that drained the tension from her muscles. Even the pulsing between her thighs had lulled into something pleasant rather than urgent, and she settled in to enjoy herself.
Which proved to be a mistake.
Because just as she relaxed, the buzzing of the toy inside her increased, sending fresh shockwaves of pleasure through her system. Her shocked cries echoed around the room, mingling with the gentle thud of the flogger as it whipped across the tops of her thighs.
There was pain now, not so much as to be punishing, but little bites of it that drove her pleasure higher and higher. Her pussy spasmed around the toy inside her, which also caused her bottom to clench, reminding her of how very full she was.
Of how very needy she was.
“Daddy… Daddy, please.” Begging came naturally in this state, bound and on her knees, naked for the only man she had ever, would ever trust to see her like this. There was no shame here, only want and need and desperation as she writhed against her bonds.
“My beautiful princess.” Awe tinged his words, and she was reminded why he was the only man she trusted with this side of herself.
Because unlike other men, he would never take her submission for granted.
Her submission, like her, was something to be cherished and nurtured, not ground into the dirt.
“Come for Daddy, Aria. Let me hear you scream for me.”
Again the buzzing increased, pleasure sharper than she could remember shooting through her veins. Shattering her as she did exactly as she was told and screamed his name.
Through it all, the flogger never faltered, kissing every inch of her bottom and thighs with those delicious little bites of pain that only made her pleasure more. More intense, more agonizing.
More perfect.
And he didn’t stop there. Didn’t give her so much as a chance to breathe, to think as he pushed her up and over that cliff again. To a place where pleasure became agony and pain twisted into indulgence.
“Again, Aria.”
“I can’t,” she sobbed, her mind and body both fractured by the constant storm of sensation he was forcing on her. “I can’t, please, I can’t.”
“You can. And you will.” Now when the leather strands of the flogger whipped across her skin, there was more of a bite to them than before.
Punishment for her defiance, that only made her want to weep with the painful need he was inflicting on her.
“Because you’re my very good girl. My perfect princess. Again.”
And despite her sobbing protests, she obeyed. Or rather, her body did, succumbing to his demands without conscious thought from her. Again, and again, and again. So many times she lost count. Lost all connection with reality.
She was vaguely aware of the leather slipping from her wrists. Of being carried, of the soft mattress beneath her, the toy being pulled from her sore, dripping pussy.
Of his weight on top of her, his cock stretching and filling her as he pushed his way inside her.
“Daddy,” she sighed as the blindfold disappeared, the dim light of the room piercing her eyes.
“That’s right, princess.” His low, guttural groans reached her ears as he moved inside her, shockingly gentle, the coarse hairs on his legs brushing against the hundreds of little welts covering her bottom and thighs with every movement.
“Daddy’s right here. Can you come for me one more time, sweet Aria? ”
Tears slipped from her eyes as she shook her head. “Can’t. Too much.”
God, had she thought she was full before with the toy inside her? It was nothing compared to the way he filled her. Between him and the plug, she was impossibly, exceedingly full.
Too full to deny him what he wanted, when every movement of his cock inside her scraped her too-sensitive nerves. And so, even though her brain rebelled, her body obeyed, and she went flying one final time, dragging him over the edge with her, straight into oblivion.
“Fucking hell, Aria.” Collapsing on the bed beside her, he pulled her into his arms, and even though her nerves all felt scraped raw, she snuggled into him with a sigh. “That was perfect, princess. You were perfect.”
Closing her eyes, she let herself be lulled into sleep by the sound of his praise. Three months ago she’d lain in this exact spot, thinking that she might be falling in love with him.
But she hadn’t known him then. Hadn’t known how ruthless he could be one moment, only to turn around and treat her like she was made of glass the next. Hadn’t known how fiercely possessive he was, how wildly protective he could be.
Now, knowing him, she didn’t just think she might be falling in love.
She’d already fallen, hard, right at his feet.
And there was no place else she’d rather be.