31. Let Daddy Have His Fill
LET DADDY HAVE HIS FILL
CHELSEA
I swallowed, lifting my hands. My breathing increased when he looped his belt over my wrists, buckling it before pinning my bound hands over my head. My heart pounded in my ears as I stared up at him.
“W-what.” My breasts perked up with my arms stretched out. My cheeks burned with heat. I couldn’t move my hands and could barely squirm with his weight on top of me. I felt trapped, in a sexy way.
Sean hummed appreciatively, his hooded eyes full of lust lapping over my skin. Goosebumps skittered over my body, his hot mouth descending on my breast, licking the nipple before biting it. My chest arched into his touch, his warm hands kneading my tits before lowering over my panties.
I moaned when his hand cupped me. A delicious shudder heated my body. His groan reverberated through my skin. “You’ve soaked your panties, Princess.” His cheeks were slashed with color, his dark hair tousled.
I wanted to touch him.
“ Please ,” I begged. I wanted him to touch me.
Sean lowered himself between my legs, his large hands gliding over my thighs. Warmth pooled between them when he leaned over to kiss my pussy through the lace panties. The heat of his mouth and softness of his lips felt maddening.
A moan elicited from my lips.
I had never felt that sensation before, and I was afraid that if Sean gave me a taste of it, I would never recover from it.
He did it again. Slowly. His glittering black eyes pinned on my face as his tongue lazily lapped over my wet pussy. Even though there was a tiny lace fabric between us, I felt his touch to my bones. He hummed appreciatively, the look on his face enough to make me tether to the edge of pleasure.
A whimper tore out of me when he moved my panties aside and dove in.
Fuck me . The first two licks were of a lover on their wedding night, but this …
he was a pleasure beast. And his tongue was his weapon.
I moved my bound hands, trying to find some purchase when he kept licking, sucking and kissing my sensitive clit that pulsed with need.
“My pretty cunt is so delicious,” he purred, his filthy words making my toes curl. “Whose pussy is it, sweet girl?”
He spanked my pussy when I didn’t reply, making the pit of my stomach churn.
“ Yours ,” I cried out. “It’s your pussy, Daddy.”
“That’s right,” he growled, his fingers filling me up. The sweet stretch of my walls to accommodate them made me heady. “It’s mine. And who takes care of it, hm ?”
“Daddy!” I moaned, his expert tongue toying with the swollen clit.
“ Mhmm , Daddy does,” he purred, his mischievous eyes enjoying how restless I was. “Daddy takes cares of his Princess and her pretty holes.”
It should be illegal for him to look so handsome and say those dirty words while eating me out at a leisurely pace.
“You should’ve told me about the debt, Princess,” he said, his voice lowering an octave. I writhed, but he kept his hands pinned on me, not letting me move an inch. “I would’ve paid it off.”
“W-what…” I was feeling dizzy from his fingers moving inside me, the sound of wet squelches making me embarrassed.
I had never been so wet before. Heard myself get so wet.
“But now I will use my Princess,” he hummed, amusement lacing his eyes. “Remind me again, pet, how much was the debt?”
“U-uh…” You see, it was hard to remember my own name when Sean’s handsome face was so close to my pussy with his long fingers filling me up. “Five million, Daddy.”
“ Mhmm .” He kept playing with my clit like it was his favorite toy, making me squirm and whimper. His touch was light and painfully teasing. “And how much did I pay for a date at the auction?”
“You know how much!” I whined.
Sean slapped my pussy, the warmth of the pain spreading over my sensitive sex making me moan.
“I’m getting old,” he said, his eyes flashing with mirth. “Remind me, Princess.”
“I hate you,” I mumbled, his smirk getting wider. “T-three million— ooh .”
He took my clit in his mouth and sucked on it, as if rewarding me for answering his question.
Fuck, I was getting close.
“Good girl,” he replied, pulling away and making me whine at the loss of extreme pleasure. His lips and chin were coated in my juices and I hadn’t even orgasmed yet.
“What’s the total amount, Princess?”
“Are you kidding me?” I said, annoyed that he was teasing me.
He pouted, and I widened my eyes when he propped— what the hell —his chin on my pussy. “I’m hurt that you think I’m not serious about this, Princess.”
I swallowed, not knowing what he would do next. But at the same time, it excited me. Kept me on my toes.
“You should be glad I’m being so kind and gentle with you, no ?” He raised his brow.
Kind and gentle, my ass . He had spanked my sex until it was pink.
I wanted him to make me cum. Now .
“Please, Daddy,” I said, fluttering my lashes. It was hard not to bend to his will when I was tied up and at his mercy.
He smiled, kissing my pussy. “You’re so obedient for a filthy brat.”
Fuck him .
“Now answer me,” he said, his tone dark. “Or I’ll keep you on the edge for the entire night and deny you orgasm for an entire week.”
Sean was a pleasure dom. Not making me cum would hurt him more than me.
So I did what every good girl does.
Lifting my chin, I met his heated gaze and said, “Make me.”
He raised his brow, a smile curling on his lips. He was enjoying it. “What did you say, Princess?”
I met his gaze head-on and repeated, “I said make me , old man. Do you have hearing loss?”
Oh, yes . I was asking to be fucked.
Sean pouted, leaning back on his knees. “I wasn’t planning to punish you, but it seems like my dirty fucking brat wants me to be rough with her, hm ?”
I gasped when his hand wrapped around my throat. He squeezed lightly and said, “I’ve been too lenient with you, haven’t I, Princess?”
My eyes watered and he pulled his hand back to wrap it around the lace of my panties. I gasped when he tore off the fabric, cold air hitting my wet sex.
“I was going to be nice and sweet and make you cum seven times for seven million dollars,” he started, his eyes hard with a playful glint. “But you had to run your mouth and brat a little too close to the sun because you want to get fucked, hm ?”
I didn’t reply. His bulge under the boxers was distracting me and his deep voice scolding me made fire light under my skin.
“Don’t worry, Princess,” Sean said, propping the pillow underneath my hips, making me more available and exposed to him.
He settled between my legs, eyes crude. “I promised to take care of you, and as a good Daddy, it’s my responsibility to take care of naughty brats who want to be fucked like a slut. ”
My eyes widened. It was true. I had lost patience and wanted him to fuck me, but I wasn’t prepared for whatever he had in-store for me.
“I…” I licked my lips and said, “I was just joking, Daddy.”
Sean cocked his head. “Oh, so it’s Daddy now and not an old man, hm ?”
“It was a joke,” I said, trying to wiggle my butt and move back. Trying to get away from him.
“Don’t worry, Princess.” Sean smiled, wrapping his hands around my ankles and pulling me back to him. “Daddy is also joking about making you cum fourteen times.”
I froze. Fourteen times?
By the look on his face, I knew he wasn’t joking.
Maybe I had bratted a little too close to the sun.
“P-please, no ,” I stuttered, thinking of ways to get out of there. The most I had orgasmed in a day was two times. Fourteen times and my clit would fall off.
“ Nuh-uh , you’re not running away,” he tsked, keeping me pinned on the bed. “Be a good girl and let Daddy have his fill.”