The Music in Me

Chapter 4

Iwas working on my music in the spare bedroom when the door swung open, and Leon stood in the doorway.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” he said, glancing at the sheet I was writing on before turning to me. “I laid an outfit out for you. Why don’t you take a shower and get dressed? I’m sure the food will be ready before you’re done.”

“A dress?” I asked, wondering just how many surprises he’d planned for this getaway and how long he’d been planning them.

“Yes, Kira,” he said, caressing my cheek and stroking my lips with his thumb. “I want my princess to look pretty for me at dinner. You want to be pretty for me, don’t you?”

I nodded mutely as I looked into his eyes.

“Use your words, baby,” he whispered to me. “Always use your words when I ask you a question.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I replied after swallowing. “I want to be pretty for you.”

“That’s my girl.” His voice had gone deep and soft, a feathery caress across my senses that left me wondering what else he had in store for me.

My throat had gone dry, and I resisted the urge to pull his thumb into my mouth and start sucking. It was a poor substitute for what I really wanted, but it was better than nothing. He stepped away before I made up my mind, and I sighed in frustration. Reminding myself that I had just a few more hours to endure this torture, I got up and made my way to my room.

I fell in love with the dress on the bed the moment I laid my eyes on it. Made of green satin with a high neckline, it had a fitted waist that flowed into a sweeping skirt and stopped just a few inches shy of touching the ground. It looked elegant and dainty, like a prom dress or something a princess would wear to a ball.

The innocence evoked by the gown was immediately countered by the lingerie set right next to it. Black lace garter stockings and belt with a matching bra were the very definition of sinfully seductive. It took me a few seconds to register that the tiny scrap of lace next to it was a matching thong, and I creamed at the mere thought of Leon seeing me in it. Impatient to try the outfit and see the look in his eyes when he saw me, I hurried to the bathroom.

Half an hour later, I walked out of the bedroom, steadying myself against the wall as I got used to the heels that came with the outfit. It had been a long time since I’d worn shoes this high, and I needed a few steps to get used to them. I had looked at myself in the mirror before stepping out, and the woman who stared back at me was almost unrecognizable.

It was not the fact that I looked like every man’s wet dream that surprised me, but the excitement in my eyes as I got ready to have dinner with Leon. It had been a really long time since I’d been that excited about anything, and it reminded me of just how much my life had changed since Anthony broke my heart.

Leon stood in the kitchen, reading the label on the back of a bottle of wine, when I stepped in. I waited for him to notice my presence, watched him raise his head and turn in my direction, and saw the moment he caught sight of me in the doorway. His gaze turned dark, and his nostrils flared. He made a sound low in his throat that sounded like a growl, and my nipples hardened in response.

“Come here,” he commanded, and I immediately moved closer. As soon as I was in arm’s reach, he put his hands on my shoulders, then pressed his lips to mine and shoved his tongue in my mouth. The kiss had an air of desperation to it, a sense that I was not the only one going crazy with lust. His hands stayed on my shoulder, his body a few inches away, almost like he couldn’t chance any more contact than that.

I moaned in protest when he pulled away and considered resuming the kiss, almost confident there was no way he would resist me.

“You know,” he said in a gruff voice, stopping me before I could do anything, “I have a lot of plans for you tonight, but now all I can think of is bending you over this counter and fucking you until we are both too exhausted to move.”

“Do it,” I hissed at him, my pussy clenching at his words.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He caressed my cheeks and brushed my hair back from my face, tucking an errant lock behind my ear before stepping back. “Fucking you right now will feel really good, baby. Really fucking good… But what I have planned is going to feel way better. Come on,” he said, holding out his hand, “dinner’s getting cold.”

I took his hand, and he tucked it in the crook of his arm before leading me out of the house. A table had been set at the end of the back patio, right by the lake, and I lost my breath when I saw what he’d done. The lake”s tranquil waters provided the perfect backdrop for the rustic wooden table decorated with flickering lanterns and beautiful flowers. The light of the patio danced on the water’s surface and provided just enough to add a touch of coziness and privacy.

I was so stunned by the sight that it took me a few seconds to realize the table had only one chair and only one place setting. Curious to find out what he was up to now, I followed him to the table and stopped right in front of it.

“So where do I sit?” I asked after a few minutes.

“Wherever I tell you to. On your knees, Kira.” I slowly went on my knees, bracing myself against him and holding his gaze as I dropped down. “Good girl,” he said, patting the top of my head before walking to the only chair and taking his seat. He crossed one leg over the other and leaned back, his gaze dark and sensuous as he looked down at me. “It’s the end of the day, Kira. Tell me, have you been a good girl today?”

I nodded my head.

“Use your words, Kira. Have you been a good girl today?”

“Yes,” I said softly, lowering my head because it felt like the right thing to do.

“Are you sure about that?” he asked. “You argued with me when we went horse riding, didn’t wait for instructions when we painted, and defied me at breakfast…”

“You already punished me for that,” I cried.

“And now you speak out of turn,” he growled. “You’re making things worse for yourself, Kira. Or do I need to remind you of all the times you tried to seduce me? Tell me, were those the actions of a good girl?”

“You started it!”

“You didn’t answer the question, Kira. Were those the actions of a good girl?”

I sighed and slowly shook my head.

“Use your words, Kira,” he said softly.

“No, Daddy.”

“So have you been a good girl today?”

“No, Daddy.”

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

I raised my head to meet his gaze, surprised that he looked disappointed. The guilt I felt was not entirely foreign since I’d spent most of my career trying to live up to his expectations of me. This was different, and I felt a tightness in my chest as I shook my head.

“No, Daddy,” I said quietly. “I’ve been a bad girl.”

“And what happens to bad girls?”

“They get punished.”

“Yes, Kira. They get punished.” His last word hung in the air, the threat in it unmistakable, and the arousal I felt unexplainable. “But,” he said after a few seconds of silence, and my brows went up, “you also did a few good things today. You made some progress on your songs and did what you were told… mostly. You also didn’t try to relieve yourself, which must have been very hard for you.”

“It was,” I said, wondering if I would escape getting punished. “Especially when I took my bath.”

“I know,” he muttered, and I remembered he’d taken a bath too. “So you were a good girl and a bad girl today. That means you’re going to get punished and then get a reward. Now, you can choose to get punished before dinner and your reward after it, or you get both when we’re done eating.”

I blinked in confusion. “You mean, I get punished now and then have to wait until we finish eating to get my reward?”

“That’s what I said.”

“Can I get my reward now and punishment later?” I asked hopefully. There was a strong chance that the reward included an orgasm, and after spending the whole day sitting on the edge of arousal, I was more than ready for a break.

“Are you questioning my decision?”

“No!” I yelled immediately, shaking my head fiercely. “I wasn’t questioning your decision, Daddy. I was just curious, that’s all.”

He paused and cocked his head. “Good. So punishment now or later? Pick one right now, or I’ll choose for you.”

I mulled it over for a few seconds and made a quick decision. “Now,” I said to him. “Punish me now.” That way, I could get it out of the way and enjoy my dinner while looking forward to the reward he had waiting for me. And if my punishment was anything like last night, then maybe I would get an orgasm out of it too.

“Okay.” He got to his feet and walked toward me, reaching into his pocket. I wondered if he was going to blindfold me again but was surprised to see the leather collar in his hand. “I considered leaving this with your outfit but decided I wanted to look into your eyes when I put it on you.”

He fastened the collar around my neck, holding my gaze as he pulled at the leather until it was snug around my throat. His hands were gentle, loving even, and when he was done he slid a finger under it to make sure it was not too tight before taking a step back.

“You look so beautiful with my collar around your neck, Kira.”

I felt so beautiful with his collar around my neck, and seeing the joy in his face made me wish I never had to take it off. “Keep looking at me like that, and you’ll get your reward a lot sooner than I planned on giving it to you,” he whispered, his hand rubbing the front of his pants where his erection had formed a quite formidable tent.

“And why would I do that?” I asked breathlessly.

“Because then I would have to punish you more than planned. Speaking of punishment, I guess we best get to yours. I’m starving.” He held out a hand and pulled me to my feet. “Elbows on the table, Kira. Hands out in front of you with your palms flat.”

I walked to the table on unsteady feet, this time more from the mini-tremors rocking my womb than the heels I was tethering on, and did as he asked me to. He walked up to me and repositioned my body, pushing my shoulders down and pulling my ass up before spreading my legs. I heard a ruffle next to me and turned my head to watch him pull his belt free from his pants. He snapped it in the air, and I flinched when I heard the crack.

“Scared?” he asked.

“No.”

Hanging the belt around his neck, he unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and began to roll his sleeves. “Good. You want to make me happy, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“And you know why I’m punishing you?”

“Because I’ve been a bad girl, Daddy.”

“That’s right.” He reached into his pocket again, and I swallowed when I saw the pair of silver balls connected by a tiny rope. I knew what they were and what they did even though I’d never had one used on me. “Fifteen strokes,” he said, drawing my attention back to him. “That’s your punishment for all your bad behaviors. What are the safe words, Kira?”

“Red, yellow, green,” I replied, oddly impatient for him to start. Was it because I was looking forward to this or because I couldn’t wait for it to be over? I had no idea.

“Red means stop. Yellow and I pull back. Green and I go harder. I only want what’s best for you, baby,” he said. “Don’t forget that.”

Then he stepped behind me and threw my dress across my back, exposing my bare ass to the cool evening breeze. I heard his sharp intake of breath and knew exactly what he was seeing. My thong between my ass cheeks and so wet it had given up on its job of covering my pussy.

“Always so fucking wet,” he growled like it wasn’t his fault and grabbed my ass. His hands were gentle, fondling my cheeks together like a baker kneading dough before sliding between them to brush against my sex. My knees buckled, and I almost dropped to the ground. The touch barely lasted a second before it was gone, and I cried in protest.

“Always trying to ruin my plans,” he continued, still massaging my ass, his tender touch at odds with the annoyance in his voice. “Here I was, thinking I’ll whip that ass until it’s all red and pink like I like it, feed you dinner, and then spend the whole night fucking you. Now, all I want to do is bury my face between your legs and suck every drop of juice dripping out of that pussy before fucking you on this goddam table.”

My legs shook as he spoke, each word making me breathlessly aroused until I felt like I was going mad. There was no way he was not doing this on purpose, painting vivid images in my head to drive me insane with lust. A second brush of his fingers close to my throbbing sex, and I cried out his name. But it was gone just as quickly as the first, and I was left panting.

“Please,” I begged shamelessly. “Please, Daddy, stop teasing me.”

“I’m not the tease here, Kira,” he growled. “You are. With your bare pussy, wet and quivering in front of me. Begging me to taste it.”

“Then taste it!” I cried. “Touch it. Fuck me. Just do something… Do anything.”

“I will. But not yet. Time for your punishment, Kira,” he said, and his hands left my ass.

A few seconds later, I heard a crack in the air an instant before his belt landed on my ass. I screamed, more in surprise than pain since he had not whipped me too hard. Nerves that just an instant ago had been delivering synapses of pleasure were now made to feel pain, and it left me confused, horny, and aching for more.

“One,” Leon growled. “Count the strokes, or it doesn’t count, Kira. Count the strokes,” he said as he whipped me again, a little harder this time. The leather of his belt was hard enough to leave a mark but too soft to cause any real damage. It still hurt enough to make me clamp my lips together as I waited for the next strike.

“Two,” I yelled, gritting my teeth against the pain and wondering why my pussy clenched in anticipation for the next one. And the next one. And the next one… Each one was just a bit harder than the previous and some of them landed in the same place twice. Tears filled my eyes as we got to the end, and I was holding back a sob as I waited for the last lash.

I heard the crack in the air, stiffened my butt cheeks, and gasped when the last stroke landed dangerously close to my pussy. Pain radiated from the point of contact, exploding through my clit, and then along my spine. An instant before it could register in my brain, Leon had his hand around my waist and two fingers in my cunt. I screamed, body shuddering as I rode the edge of pain and pleasure until there was no more of the former, and all I felt was the latter.

“Good girl,” Leon whispered in my ear as he drove his finger through my slit and stroked me until I was moaning low in my throat and bucking in tune to his touch. I had spent the whole day aroused, so it didn’t take long before I found my rhythm and started to climb rapidly toward the peak.

Leon rubbed a circle around my clit, and I collapsed against the table, knees knocking together and legs shaking on the ground as I reached for the stars. An instant before I came, he stepped back and left me hanging in the air.

“No!” I yelled in frustration, bracing myself against the table as I turned my head around. “Why did you stop? I was so close…”

“I know. You don’t get yours until after dinner,” he said, stepping back between my legs and pushing them open again. “I can say that I was impressed with how well you took your punishment, and you’ll be amply rewarded for that as well.”

“What’s the point?” I muttered in frustration, resting my forehead on the table. “I’ll probably be dead before then. I’d like to see you explain that to the cops.”

“No one has ever died from being denied an orgasm, Kira,” he said with a chuckle. “Now, there’s just one more thing to do before dinner,” he said, and I heard the sound of metal balls knocking against each other an instant before I felt something cold pressed between my legs. Still wet from earlier, he had no problem pushing the first ball in and the second one in after it.

“Is this supposed to be another punishment or a reward?”

“Neither. Or both…” He grinned as he lowered my dress and pulled me to my feet. “I guess it depends on how you look at it. Time to eat, Kira.”

He returned to his chair and sat down, opening the first dish to reveal baked chicken. “Come on,” he beckoned me closer. “You’ll be sitting on my lap tonight.”

I took one step forward and nearly collapsed to the floor as the balls sitting in my pussy jostled against each other. My pussy flooded with heat, and the tremor that passed my body felt like a mini-orgasm. I raised my head and saw Leon wearing a smug grin. I took another step forward and bit back a moan as my pussy wept desperately for relief. Gritting my teeth, I made my way to him and slowly sat down on his lap with his arms around me. My ass was still sore from being whipped, and the pain was a sharp contrast to the pleasure from the balls in my pussy.

“Good girl,” he whispered in my ear as he cut a piece of chicken with his knife. “So how was your day?”

Considering our situation, I burst into laughter, unable to help how hilarious the question sounded. He seemed to share in my humor because he smiled right back.

“A bit crazy,” I finally said. “I threw darts at balloons and rode a horse.” He fed me a piece of chicken, and I chewed on it, nodding in approval when I tasted it. “Got whipped by my daddy because I was a bad girl,” I added with a smug grin.

“And did you learn your lesson?”

“Maybe,” I said with a mischievous grin.

“Maybe?” he asked, juggling his knees a little and sending the balls inside me rolling against each other.

I dug my fingers into his arm and buried my head against his chest, panting as I waited for the streaks of sensations tearing through me to subside before I nodded. “Yes… Yes, I learned my lesson.” I raised my head and scowled at him. “You’re really enjoying all of this, aren’t you?”

“A little,” he admitted.

“And how long have you been dreaming about spanking me, and whipping me, and doing all of the other stuff?”

“Other stuff?”

“Fucking my brains out,” I said, staring at him.

He didn’t give me the satisfaction of a reaction. If anything, he seemed amused by my question. “It’s hard to tell,” he said as he picked up the bottle of wine and poured it into a glass. “The fucking part is recent. Very recent. Honestly, it wasn’t until you agreed to come to the cabin with me that I really started to think about it.”

“And the other parts?”

“Oh, I’ve been thinking about that for a very long time. Every time you pissed me off or got yourself into trouble. But I think the first time I really considered turning you over my knees and spanking you was when you and your friends got arrested in Rome, and I had to bail you out.”

“Rome?!” I gasped. “That was like six years ago. So you’re telling me you’ve been dreaming about spanking me for the past six years?”

“Only when you get into trouble. Luckily, that doesn’t happen often.”

“I’d have gotten into a lot more trouble if I knew this was going to happen,” I teased him as I bit on the chicken he fed to me.

“It’s not about you getting in trouble, Kira. It’s about getting you out of your head so you can start writing again.”

I wasn’t sure how getting whipped, spanked, and fucked was supposed to help me write music again, but I wasn’t complaining. “Well, if Rome made you think about spanking me, I wonder what you wanted to do to me after Vegas.”

“Not sure it’s a good idea to bring up Vegas, Kira. I only just decided I was done punishing you tonight.” He shook his head slowly. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

“I was having fun,” I quipped and burst into laughter when he aimed a scowl at me.

We continued reminiscing about our past, sharing stories about past adventures we’d been on before moving on to other topics. It reminded me of my early tour days when he and I traveled from venue to venue in his car. We talked, ate, and laughed, and even though I did not forget the balls weighing down my pussy and keeping me in a state of perpetual arousal, I got used to it enough to relegate it to the background.

We finished eating and nursed one last glass of wine between us, still talking and enjoying each other’s company. In the middle of a story I was telling, he reached for my zipper and pulled it down, pushing my dress down to my waist.

“Keep talking,” he said as he dragged the dress down my legs and tossed it aside. Now, I sat in his lap in nothing but my underwear, trying to remember what I had been saying. “I said, keep talking,” he repeated, pulling me back on his lap so I rested against his chest.

I managed to continue my story, voice quivering and legs shaking as the balls stroked and rubbed against sensitive nerve endings, sending pleasure rocking through me. One flick of his wrist and my bra came undone. It joined my dress on the floor, and I began to tremble in his arms, desperately craving what I knew was coming.

“Keep telling the story, or I stop,” he warned softly as he lowered his head and nuzzled my neck. Cupping my breast with one hand, he casually rolled his thumb around my nipple and looked into my eyes as I continued my story.

I waited for him to do more. To take my nipple in his mouth and suck them or slide the thick, pulsing erection I’d been forced to feel all night inside me, but Leon did none of that. He simply kept playing with my nipple, adding just a little more fuel to an already volatile situation. All I needed was a spark, the right touch in the right place, the barest pleasure where I needed the most, and I was going to explode.

Leon didn’t give me that. He kept me on edge with the low drawl of his voice as he launched into another story, and the silver balls in my pussy, rolling and turning every time I moved. Now, the sensation of his finger teasing and stroking my nipples until every word I said was spoken in breathless anticipation. Every second that passed an eternity, and every thought in my mind centered on the weight of the steel rod pressing against my thigh.

“Please,” I finally broke. “I can’t take it anymore. I need…” My hands scratched at his chest as I tried to think of words. “I need …

“Anything…” I mumbled as I looked into his eyes. “Anything you want, Daddy. Anything to make this torture stop…”

He slid a hand between my legs, pushing my thong aside as he grabbed the dripping string hanging out of my pussy and tugged on it. I cried out, throwing my hands around his shoulders and tucking my head against him as my pussy clenched around the metal balls. He popped one ball out, and I shuddered in his palms, shaking so hard I almost rolled off him.

“Remember,” he whispered as he tugged on the string, pulling the second ball halfway out, “you only come when I tell you to.”

“Oh…” I moaned as the heavy weight of the ball tugged at the walls of my pussy. I was drenched and leaking, too much moisture for how tight I felt around the silver weight. I needed an orgasm but was ready to settle for having the invading object driving me insane taken out of my body. “Please,” I begged Leon when he seemed to pause. “It’s starting to hurt…”

“And you know what to do to make it stop,” he said and pushed the ball back inside my pussy.

I screamed and jerked his shirt, the weight of the ball going into the depth of my pussy and sending a ripple of fire-hot sensation licking across my flesh. My clit throbbed, my pussy wept for relief, and my cries became desperate with each passing second. Leon didn’t seem to be in a hurry to give me any relief. If anything, he enjoyed what he was doing to me.

I felt his erection beneath me, throbbing every time I moaned and twitched when I shook in his arms. My nipples remained in his hands. The low thrum of sensation I felt as he toyed and tugged on them was nothing compared to the avalanche of pleasurable pain that coalesced in and around my sex. It didn’t matter how much I begged and pleaded. Leon didn’t stop teasing me.

He would pull the ball out and wait until I started to hope he was finally done with me before pushing it back in. And every time he did, I could feel the ball of pleasure inside me grow bigger and bigger, pleasure so intense it was not painful. I had gone from begging to crying, tears licking down my face as he continued his torture.

“You know what you have to say to make it stop,” he whispered. “Say it, Kira. Tell me you can’t take this any longer.”

I didn’t want to. It felt like admitting defeat, and I hated that. The longer I held on, the more frustrated Leon got and the harder he pushed to get me to break. He slid a finger inside me, stroking around the ball. Not even clamping my thighs around his hand made it better, and I descended into the depth of madness. He knew when to slow down and when to go fast, knew how to keep me right on the edge without giving me enough to push me over.

“Red!” I screamed when I could no longer take it. My pride had to take a back seat to saving my mind. “Red,” I whispered, body still shaking as I undulated in Leon’s arms. “Please, enough. I can’t take any more…”

I heard Leon heave a sigh of relief before popping the last ball out, and that was all I needed to push me over the edge. It felt like falling from heaven. My climax was more relief than pleasure but still enough to dissolve my mind. I buried my face in Leon’s chest and screamed, bucking and twisting as I exploded with enough force to scorch us both.

He held me through my climax, and when I stopped jerking, he tucked me close to his body. For several minutes, all I could do was shake and pant in his arms as my body slowly returned to base.

Leon waited until I stopped shaking and was breathing normally before he said, “You came without permission, Kira.”

“I couldn’t help myself,” I mumbled, looking down.

“I know,” he said understandingly. “Unfortunately, that doesn’t change the fact that you broke a rule.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” The word rolled off my tongue so easily that it caught me off guard, and I wondered if it was because of how gentle and protective he was.

“You’re still getting punished, Kira,” he said, sounding like he didn’t want to.

I nodded. “Okay.”

He turned me around so I was straddling his waist with my knees on both sides of his body and looking into his eyes. “You need to learn to trust your body, baby. Know when it’s time to break.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I mumbled.

He sighed and stood, lifting me with him and then setting me down. “Clear this table and then meet me in my room for your punishment… naked.” I kept my head down and nodded. He grabbed my chin and tipped my head up. “This is for your own good,” he said, and I could tell he really believed it.

This was not a part of the game to him, and it left me unsure of what the game was exactly. He walked into the house, and I took a few moments to steady myself before I got to work clearing the table. When I finished, I approached his room and stopped in front of the door, hand raised to knock. What was I doing, and why was I so eager to walk into a room where I knew more pain awaited me?

I tried to tell myself that I was going because of the pleasure that came with it, but a part of me wondered if I wasn’t going for the pain as well. It was like when I was being punished, I wanted it to end, but as soon as it did, there was nothing I wanted more.

Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door. It opened before I finished knocking, and Leon stared at me.

“Took you a while to make up your mind,” he said, stepping aside so I could come in. “Would have been disappointed if you chose to bail.”

The lights had been dimmed just enough to give the room a cozy feel without leaving us in darkness. The bench usually at the foot of the bed was now in the middle of the room. Leon had taken off his shirt, and I was reminded again that underneath all the clothes he wore was a body built to drive women crazy. Fit and toned, he was a work of art, and I wondered when I would finally get a chance to touch him the way I wanted.

My gaze dropped to the bed, and my breath caught when I saw what he had waiting for me. There were whips, a cane, and a heavy wooden paddle. There were ball gags of different sizes and strips of rubber I didn’t recognize. He had also gotten vibrators, and I saw two of those, which were new from the look of them.

“Toys for my baby girl to play with,” he said, stepping behind me. He was so close I could feel the heat from his body, but his voice told me I was dealing with a man intent on conquering and claiming. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said, slowly turning around, my breasts swinging as I faced him. “I’m ready for anything you want.”

“We’ll see.”

He walked to the bed and picked up the whip, sending it cracking through the air. I jumped, and he smiled a little. Next, he picked up the cane and slapped it against his wrist, testing its strength. Then he dropped it on the bed.

“Time to choose,” he said, turning to face me. “Tell me, Kira, what shall I use to punish you tonight?”

“I get to choose?” I asked, sounding as surprised as I felt.

“This time, you do.” He gestured at the items theatrically. “Come on, check them out and decide.”

I stepped forward and picked up the flogger. Made of leather, it was softer than I expected, and in Leon’s hand, it would not do the type of damage I had been worried about. I tested the cane next, and my eyes widened in terror. That was nothing I wanted to endure. After a quick glance at the paddle, I chose the flogger.

“Good choice.” He picked out the items I had picked and set the others aside. “Get on the bench, Kira. Straddle it,” he said when I looked confused about how I was supposed to lie on it.

I straddled the bench and pressed my chest against it. My hands and legs hung down on either side, and my ass was up in the air. I had not noticed the straps under the bench until Leon reached down and pulled them out. He secured my wrists and ankles to the bench, then pulled out a blindfold.

The blindfold covered my eyes, and I was thrown into pitch-black darkness.

“Do you know why I blindfold you?” he asked, and I shook my head. “The more of your senses I dull, the more you get to feel with what you have left.” He stepped away, and I immediately tilted my ear to listen to him. “What do you feel, Kira?” he asked from the other side of the room, surprising me.

“Nervous,” I said truthfully. “Excited too.”

“Are you scared?”

“No,” I said immediately.

“Not even a little?” he pushed, and I shrugged.

“Maybe a little, I guess.”

“Are you scared of me?”

“Never,” I whispered softly, following his voice to look in his direction. “Sometimes, I worry that it will hurt more than I can take.”

“That’s what safe words are for, Kira.”

“I know.”

I felt him right next to me a few moments later. “One last thing, baby girl. Open your mouth.”

I did it with no hesitation, and he slid something into my mouth. It felt and tasted like rubber, and it wasn’t until I sucked on it that I realized he gagged me with a pacifier.The next thing I know, he hands me a tennis ball.

“Make sure you keep that in your mouth, or Daddy’s going to be really angry,” he said. “If you need to safe word at all, just drop the ball. Do you understand?”

I shouldn’t feel as naughty or turned on as I did, but there was no denying my pussy was wet. I dropped the ball and he placed it back in my hand with a grin. “Good girl.” He moved away again, and I waited for him to return and for the punishment to start. The first stroke landed on my sore ass out of nowhere, and I clamped down on my gag.

“Ten strokes for coming when you were not permitted to,” he said as he used the flogger on me a second time.

He was right, and I felt every stroke more than I’d done before. It hurt a lot and I squirmed as he continued to flog me.

“Will you come without my permission next time?”

I shook my head, tears stinging my eyes as the flogger landed again and again. I wanted to cry out but that would mean he should stop and I didn’t want him to stop. I knew I could take it. Just one more stroke. I took a deep breath and braced myself. The last stroke landed on my ass and I heaved a sigh of relief that it was all over.

“Good girl,” Leon said, gently massaging my sore bottom. “I want to say I don’t like punishing you, but that wouldn’t be true. It gets me excited seeing how well you take my strokes.” The smell of strawberry filled the room, and when he touched me again, his hands were warm and slick.

I bit back a moan as he slid his hand between my legs, fingers pressing against my skin until they circled my clit. He slipped two fingers into my pussy, rubbing and thrusting into me with shallow strokes. I sucked hard on the pacifier in my mouth as he stroked and fucked me with his fingers, drawing pleasure through the pain he’d dealt earlier until I drove myself against his hand.

Just as I got a good head of steam going, he pulled away, and I groaned in frustration. A moment later, I felt something warm and hard slide inside me; one of the toys he’d had on the bed. It fit snugly in my pussy and rubbed against my walls when I moved. He released the straps that held my legs and hands to the table.

“Get up,” he said, holding my hand and leading me forward. “On your knees, Kira. Time to show Daddy how much you like making him happy.”

I heard him unzip his pants as I went down to my knees. He pulled my blindfold off, and removed my gag. I found myself staring at the heavy length of his cock. Long, thick, and so hard it seemed to breathe with life, I wanted to do one thing and one thing only. He had his fist around the girth of it, slowly stroking as he looked down at me.

On my knees, with my legs pressed together, the toy inside me caressed the walls of my pussy, and I could feel myself growing wetter. The pulsing organ in front of me made me hotter. The ache between my thighs grew with each second I stayed without his touch or his cock in my mouth. My sex pulsed with need, and I swallowed reflexively, close to begging for a taste.

“Dreamed of this, you know,” he said, voice rough with need. “You on your knees, sucking my dick. So many nights spent imagining how good it would feel. Do you think you can make me feel good, Kira?”

I nodded, hands shaking as I kept them at my side. I’ll be damned if I gave him an excuse to deny me this pleasure. “Yes, Daddy,” I replied, licking my lips in anticipation. “I’ll make you feel really good.”

“Take it, baby,” he whispered, letting go of his erection and pushing it toward me.

“Can I lick you like a lollipop?”

He couldn’t hold back his smile. “Yes, baby girl. Lick it like a lollipop and show Daddy how good you can make me feel. Make me come first, and then I’ll let you come. Don’t forget that, Kira. You only get to come after I have.”

That sounded like a perfect idea and I eagerly reached for him. I wanted this so much I was shaking, desperate for a taste of the thick, bulbous organ in my hand. Leaning forward, I touched the tip of his crown with my tongue, licking over the wetness that coated the slit. His taste exploded against my tongue, and I became heady with lust.

Opening my mouth, I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and pulled him inside. The weight of his erection pressed against my tongue and stroked the roof of my mouth. He was so big my jaw hurt from accommodating him inside my mouth. I didn’t care, and my lips tightened around him as I began to suck on the iron-hard flesh, arousal and excitement bubbling inside me.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned, one hand gripping the back of my hair as he began to thrust his hips forward. “Knew that mouth was going to be sweet and hot for Daddy. Suck my cock, baby girl. Let me feel those pretty lips work for my cum.”

His fingers tightened in my hair as he stroked in and out of my mouth, his cock sliding a few inches deeper on every stroke until I could feel him at the back of my throat. I gagged and choked, struggled to breathe past the obstruction in my windpipe, and still didn’t let go.

“Yes,” he grated, voice harsh with arousal. “Take me down your throat, Kira. Give me all of that mouth.”

I had never had a cock this big before, and it took some time before I finally figured out the best way to take the wide crest down my throat without choking on it. Sucking at the head made him curse, and his hand pulled against my hair. Rubbing my tongue around and under the crown made him slam deeper into my throat.

As I sucked, the toy inside me kept my pussy simmering on a low heat. I was growing wet, not just from the sheer eroticism of being fucked by Leon but from the short spikes of sensation. Remembering that the sooner I got him off, the faster I could get my orgasm, I cupped his balls, caressing them lightly as I sucked him.

“That’s it,” he growled, voice thick with hunger. “Play with my balls, baby girl. Show me you deserve more of this,” he said, and a second later, I felt something vibrate inside me.

The sensation was so unexpected that I cried out, as the toy in my pussy began to vibrate. My grip around his cock weakened, and I saw stars as erotic sensations of bliss rushed through me like a fiery blaze.

“Can’t come yet, Kira,” he reminded me, pushing his cock deeper inside my mouth. “Come on, show Daddy what a good little girl you are.”

I resumed sucking his cock, shaking with the need to quickly gather steam inside me. My fingers cupped his balls, tugging and squeezing them, desperate to get him off as fast as I could before it became too late. There was a spike in the vibration of the toy, and I cried out, my body growing taut as I fought back the wave of orgasm that almost consumed me.

“That’s it,” Leon said as I continued to work my lips and tongue over the head of his cock.

Gripping his shaft in my fist, I began to pump in quick, tight strokes, moaning around the throbbing organ in my mouth. The hand behind my head guided me as he thrust into my mouth while the toy made me burn from the inside out. He was getting close. I could hear it in his groans and feel it in the way he moved faster.

I was shaking now, shuddering as I pushed him harder, desperate to get him off. We were both groaning and moaning, incoherent as we fought to see who surrendered first. He did, and I moaned as he slammed into me one last time and filled my mouth with the sweet taste of his cum. His body went taut, and he tugged on my hair so hard it caused more wetness to flow.

I barely felt it as the toy inside me went into overdrive. As the last drop of cum slid down my throat, the vibrator buzzed with so much intensity I collapsed to the floor, exploding with pleasure so intense it left me blind and tore a throttled cry from my lips. Leon went on his knees next to me, holding my hands as the tremors of pleasure consumed me.

When the last wave passed over me, I opened my eyes and looked at him, mouth too heavy to talk. The taste of him filled my senses, and I felt like I’d spend every joule of energy in my body. He picked me up and carried me to the bed, getting in and tucking me against his body. He pulled the toy out of me, and I moaned.

“I’m sorry,” I said when I could finally talk, voice husky and filled with shame.

“For what?”

“You did not say I could come.”

“Yes, I did. I said you could come once you made me come. You did, Kira.” He pulled me close and kissed me tenderly on the lips. “You made Daddy proud. Now, Daddy’s going to make you feel good.”

I had no idea what he was talking about until I felt his cock push against my swollen, sensitive sex. Somehow, I’d missed him slipping on a condom in the haze of delirium from my climax. He slid in, burying himself halfway inside me and stretching me wide. Waves of pleasure consumed me, and I felt a large burst of energy as I moved against him.

“Easy now,” he warned in a low voice. “I have a few other things in mind, and I want to get to them before you make me come a second time.”

I didn’t care and moved against him. He held me close, whispering into my ear all the sweet things he was doing to me as he began to thrust. There was no hurry, no drive to make me come quickly. Just the two of us lying in each other’s arms, moving to the rhythm of our bodies. We lost track of time as the simmering heat built into a blaze and then a raging inferno that threatened to scorch us if we didn’t attend to it.

He came over me, spreading my legs wide as his thrusts became harder, the thick width of his rod filling me. I clenched harder around him with every stroke, moaning and panting for breath as my orgasm burned brighter and brighter through me until it exploded, and I got another glimpse of heaven. His hands held me close, his cock still thrusting into me as I climaxed, and he joined me a few moments later.