Chapter 9 #3
He was at my side then, fitting the leather cuffs around my wrist and ankle.
He took my arm stretching it down my side and attaching the length of chain from the wrist cuff to the ankle cuff.
He followed the same procedure on the other side until I was tightly bound ass up, face down, knees parted, plugged ass exposed.
“Are you good and secure, girlie?”
I tested my bonds, feeling a little panicked for about ten seconds, but then it melted away because I knew I was completely safe with him. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good. Is my girlie ready for her favorite paddle?”
I swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”
The paddle landed across both of my cheeks, stirring the plug inside me. I took a swift breath in and bit my lip. It stung while simultaneously feeling thuddy.
“Daddy can’t wait to fuck that tight slippery hole.” He didn’t clarify which hole since both were plenty slippery at that moment, and it made my heart pound. He had never fucked me in the ass. I had never been fucked there. And while it wasn’t a hard limit, we had never discussed it.
“Four more, girlie. Just enough to teach you who’s boss.”
I braced myself for the next paddle swat and it came with a fiery slap so stingy I squealed and tugged hard at my restraints.
“Oh my god!” I hollered, letting a whimper fall from my lips.
I was about to steady myself for the next when it struck before I expected it.
This time I felt a flare of pain so intense tears sprang to my eyes.
But it hurt so good because it was physical and physical pain got better by the second.
The buzz of my skin, the jolt of the plug, and the pounding of my clit all mingled with the sting, making me gush wetter.
The next two were fast and furious, but I was too aroused to feel much more than the push forward onto my chest and face.
I panted through it, wanting both more and less all at the same time.
More pain, more pleasure, more fullness.
Less thought, less emotion, less emptiness.
I wanted his cock inside me, further filling me up—leaving no room for any of those things.
I lay there, my heart pounding as I panted and his hand soothed my raw bottom.
“Such a good girl, Mira. I’m so proud of you. You took that so well,” he crooned, and I mewled at his praise, my only thought was of how happy it made me to please him. I smiled into the duvet, feeling soft, sweet, and vulnerable.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“Anytime, girlie,” he replied, and I could hear the smile in his words. His fingers swiped through my wetness, and he whistled. “You’re so ready, baby. So slippery for Daddy, yeah?”
The condom wrapper tore and I licked my lips, excitement dancing inside me as he moved his fingers over me, playing me until I was panting again. And then as I was being whisked away by the pleasure, he fisted my hair with his free hand, climbed onto the mattress and plunged inside me.
Fullness stretched me and the intensity made a starburst of light glitter behind my eyelids. My pussy pulsed as he moved inside me slowly at first but then faster, hitting just the right spot.
I moaned unable to form words and he growled his agreement, continuing his rhythmic strokes inside me.
“You’re so tight. You fit me like a glove, baby. And so fucking soft.” He reached across my hip and buried his hand into my mound, finding my swollen clit right away.
I tried to focus, tightening my core muscles as I held back the orgasm that was seconds away, and he hissed, driving deeper inside me.
There were so many sensations, and each fought for my attention.
His hand between my thighs, his cock so hard and tight, the feel of his balls pounding my pussy lips all mingling with the stinging skin on my ass and the fullness inside it.
“Daddy, I’m so close. May I come? Please, oh god, please. I need to come.” My words didn’t even feel like they were language, just nonsensical sounds that only he could understand.
“Please,” I begged again, as his fingers moved between my legs.
My breathing turned to gasps and my skin crackled with electric heat as I was wound tighter, pushed higher.
It was too good, so painfully good. His cock head stroking inside me, his fingers, god, those fingers—the way they moved with the perfect pressure and rhythm.
“I can’t… please.” I was going to implode if I didn’t release.
“Yes, girlie, yes. You’ve earned your pleasure tonight. Come on Daddy’s cock.” He grunted. “Now, baby.”
The orgasm ripped through me with a force only Mother Nature could match, and I howled into the bed covers.
“Oh, sweet girl, what a thing of beauty your orgasm is,” he whispered into my ear as he pumped slowly, letting me feel every delicious pulsation.
As soon as I came down, he increased his thrusts, bringing me right back to the precipice and then pulling me back before I could go over again. Three times, that’s how many times he did this before finally letting me orgasm again.
The teasing torture made the orgasm gush. My pleasure flowed between us and down my thighs. I might have been embarrassed but all I could do was slump in exhaustion as the tremors filled me.
Wes growled, driving into me one final time before he stilled inside me.
He leaned forward to brush the hair from the side of my face as I lay pressed against the mattress, the shockwaves of that incredible orgasm still pulsing inside me.
He kissed my cheek and pulled out of me.
I didn’t stir as he went to the bathroom, cleaned himself up and came back with a warm washcloth and towel to clean me up too.
I was nothing more than a quivering mass of well-fucked woman as he unhooked the cuffs and removed the butt plug. But I still didn’t move even when I was free because I had nothing left. I was blissfully empty and yet so full.
“Drink, girlie.”
I peeked out of one eye at the dewy bottle of cold water he held but only moaned, unable to form words.
“Come on, honey. You need to hydrate.” He pulled me up to sit at the bed’s edge, holding the bottle to my lips. “They say the body is sixty percent water and by the looks of things, a third of you is on the duvet and floor.” He chuckled darkly and I groaned.
“Drink.”
I obeyed and he kissed my head. “That’s my good girl. Now lie down and rest while I hold you,” he said, but he didn’t wait for me to comply, he just scooped me up, moved me higher on the bed and crawled in behind me.
I was too tired to think as his breathing regulated mine and I drifted off, but somewhere in my head, as if it were just beyond my reach, I was filled with thoughts of how he was all the best parts of fantasy and reality mixed into one.
“Girlie?”
I wasn’t even awake enough to make a sound even when I tried.
“Sleep, sweetheart. I got you.” The was a long pause of silence before he spoke again. But this time it was in the quietest whisper. “Maybe I shouldn’t say it, because you’ve only promised me twenty-four hours, but I am so completely in love with you, I’m not sure I’ll survive walking away again.”