Chapter 11 #2
“God, as much as I love having you all to myself, I’d give anything to have the Reaper here to draw you like this. Fuck, baby,” I groaned.
“Do I look pretty?”
“You look like a fucking masterpiece. My masterpiece,” I said honestly.
“What do you see?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.
“More than you’ll ever know.”
“Would you like permission to take a picture?” she asked, her little voice wavered, and I realized the gift for what it was.
And there was no way I would fucking turn it down. “Only if you are okay with it,” I breathed, steading my hands as I reached for my phone. She wouldn’t have mentioned it if she wasn’t going to give it.
“I think it will make the Reaper super jealous, so go for it.”
I chuckled as I snapped several from different angles. Then I tossed it to the side and dropped to my knees, humbled by the sight of her. It was deeper than the fact that she was beautiful, breathtaking even. It was more that she trusted me enough to give herself over completely.
I started with her neck, brushing a strand of hair away before pressing a slow, deliberate kiss beneath her ear and down her neck. “For your obedience,” I whispered against her skin, letting my breath chase the word into her.
Another kiss at the hollow of her throat, where the knot of her chest harness lay snug and steady. “For your heart,” I murmured.
I trailed downward, tracing the sternum knot with the backs of my fingers before bowing my head again, pressing my lips to it. “For your strength.”
At her wrists, bound in front of her, I kissed the ropes. First the left, then the right, letting my hands follow, fingertips grazing the skin exposed between each wrap. “For your gentle soul,” I said reverently. “And your fire.”
She trembled, her breath hitching, but didn’t speak.
Moving lower, I adjusted to the side and leaned in to kiss the small of her back, right at the dip where spine met curve, where the ropes hugged her like ribboned devotion. “For your surrender,” I breathed.
Her whole body melted at that—loose and languid, but humming beneath the surface. She felt safe, and I hoped, worshipped.
I smoothed my palm over the swell of her hip and whispered, “Let me take care of you now.”
Carefully, I stood and gathered her into my arms, still tied and trusting. She exhaled into my neck, soft and warm as I carried her to the chaise lounge in front of the fireplace. I settled her there, positioning her with slow, patient care until she was laid out like something sacred.
She looked like a prayer answered. And I had every intention of continuing to worship her like one.
“Color?” I asked.
“Green,” she whispered, breath catching.
Her pulse beat fast beneath skin, which was flushed pink. Her chest heaved in anticipation.
“You’re doing so well,” I murmured, brushing a hand up the inside of her thigh. “Look at you—completely open and beautifully restrained.”
I stepped back and waited. One minute sped by, then two and finally five more.
“Daddy?” Her voice wobbled, uncertainty ringing loudly.
She shifted, trying to find a comfortable position.
Lustful whimpers rose between us as she tugged and twisted wildly at the bonds.
I could see them digging into her soft flesh as there wasn’t any give.
Raw lust shot through my core as I continued to watch her struggle.
“What are you feeling, baby girl?”
“Scared,” she whimpered.
“Are we zheltyy then?” yellow
“Not fully, but close.”
I trailed a hand over her breasts lightly, refocusing her—calming her. “I have to tell you…seeing you like this, completely at my mercy, makes me desperate for you.”
And I meant it in the deepest way.
“I want you to do me a favor. Take a deep breath. Good girl,” I said as she did one and followed it up with another. “You’re doing beautifully. I want you to think of the ropes like they’re my arms wrapped around you, tight and unyielding.”
She relaxed once more and calmed.
“Now are you ready for Daddy to play?”
A soft whimper was all I needed to hear. I leaned down, brushing my lips against her temple. “Color, malyshka?”
She inhaled shakily, her voice breathy and sure. “Green now, Daddy.”
That was my good girl. I kissed the center of her forehead, the softest touch of devotion, and reached for the heart-shaped bottle I’d tucked near the chaise. Unscrewing the top, I dipped the applicator into the glossy, rich cocoa paint and brought it up.
“Open those pretty lips for me,” I said.
She obeyed instantly, mouth parting, breath trembling. I dragged the applicator across her bottom lip, slow and thick, until a decadent sheen caught in the firelight. Her tongue peeked out on instinct, the tiniest flick to taste the edge of what I gave her.
“Ah-ah,” I warned, my voice deep with playful threat. I leaned down, letting the tip of my nose brush hers. “Don’t you fucking dare lick that. That’s my job.”
She whimpered, lip quivering now as she fought the urge. I hummed and dipped the brush again.
“Now,” I murmured, trailing the applicator from the hollow of her throat to her collarbone, “let’s make you even more beautiful.”
I painted in slow, sinuous strokes—each one a ribbon of chocolate across her skin. I traced the tops of her breasts, dusting her nipples playfully. The tension in her muscles grew with each pass. The hunger rolled off her. Tiny moans and whimpers registered as I continued.
I followed the line of rope crisscrossing her sternum, adding a swirling line of paint that intersected with each knot. My fingers moved after the brush, smearing warmth into her flushed skin.
I painted along the soft curve of her ribcage, then across her belly, writing nothing and everything in looping patterns. Her thighs twitched, and her breath caught when I let the brush wander toward the rope at her hips.
“This,” I murmured, brushing along the edge of one bound thigh, “is what obedience gives me. Access. To your body. To your mind. To your soul.”
She swallowed thickly, her hips shifting in the ropes.
“You give so freely, baby. So fully. And I’m going to savor every inch of it.”
I drew the brush down the inside of her thigh, avoiding the heat between her legs completely. Teasing her. Worshiping her. Preparing her.
And when she was done being properly painted, I began to feast. I licked every inch, starting with her neck. When I got to her nipples, I sucked one into my mouth. I moaned my appreciation as I flicked the now-hard bud with my tongue.
She panted as I switched and arched, writhing against the bonds. Over and over, I teased her nipples until she was close to orgasm, loving that I could easily get her there by playing with her breasts.
“Not yet,” I huffed as I sucked the other one back into my mouth.
Her body responded with a violent shudder as she worked to control it. Once I knew she was on the verge of letting go again, I stopped. Yanking her to the end of the chaise lounge, I let her head hang over the edge.
“Open your mouth.”
Her lips parted, and I ran the tip of my engorged cock over her lips, adding precum to the body paint. With her wrists tied, I was in complete control of how deep and fast this was going to be. I leaned over and pushed forward into her willing mouth, groaning as she sucked me back.
I slid in deeper, needing to feel her throat closing around me, sheathing me fully. I held my cock still until she swallowed around me. Fuck, she sucked dick so good. I withdrew a little. If I weren’t careful, this was going to be over way too quickly for my tastes.
The little shit had the power to get me there in minutes once I started a steady rhythm. I wasn’t ready for it to be over, so I pulled all the way out. I rubbed the tip over her lips.
“So greedy, slow is how I want you to suck me. Take your time, tip only,” I growled.
She swirled her tongue around the head of my cock and did as I requested. I let her play, but her talent drove me insane. The way her tongue caressed the crown and teased the slit.
“Fuck,” I dragged the word out.
Her teeth scraped over me with enough force to make me hiss. I tugged her hair and pinched her nipples hard.
“Careful, now. I’ve trained you better than that, haven’t I, slut?”
“Mmm,” she murmured.
“Then show Daddy.”
My breathing became more ragged as she dialed me up. And, like the good fucking girl she was, she knew when the tip was no longer good enough.
“Suck me deep.” I fisted her hair roughly and moaned her name. “I’m going to fuck your mouth now, malyshka.” My voice was rough, the warning before I completely lost myself in the moment.
She nodded enthusiastically, with my cock still in her mouth, and moaned around me.
I pulled her further down, repositioning her.
She enjoyed when I face-fucked her brutally.
And damn, I needed it. But my girl could take it, and beautifully so.
I leaned forward and fed my cock deeper into her mouth, keeping one hand under her neck for support.
“Such a good girl. You look fucking amazing, taking my cock like this.”
Over and over, I slipped further down until I was in her throat, cutting off her air supply, only to pull back and hear her gasp for air. She threw herself into the task with a hungry passion I’d not felt before, taking me right to the edge of oblivion.
I thrust my hips hard against her mouth, loving the feel of her. She became unglued when my hands moved to her breasts and I squeezed her nipples hard. Her arousal was so thick in the air that I lost all sense of reason, seeing her unhinged like this.
As I savagely twisted her nipples, I slammed my cock down her throat, fucking it proper.
Pleasure danced up and down my spine in waves, and I practically screamed with pleasure.
I let out a moan—a long, low howl as I fought to control myself.
I stepped back right as I was about to come down her throat.