Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
Trixie could only imagine what she looked like tied up in a star position on the bed.
The soft nylon restraints around her ankles kept her legs spread a tad more than shoulder-width. Her arms were held straight out. It wasn’t painful—far from it—but the ropes were secure.
She wasn’t going anywhere until Daddy was ready for her to move.
Shit!
“Oh, babygirl likes that, too,” John said as he held the wand’s head at her right nipple for a moment and then her left. “Are you getting wet, honey?”
Trixie tried to say something but it came out as just an unintelligible groan.
She heard a drawer open and looked to see he’d reached back with his other arm, gotten in the nightstand again, and came back with a short riding crop.
A crisp smack of the leather end on her upper left thigh send shockwaves of pleasure-pain coursing through her.
“The correct response is yes, sir.” He gave her another swat, this time on the right thigh.
“Let’s try again.” He held the wand on her breasts again, alternating between the two pert mounds. “Are you getting wet, honey?”
“Oh, yes… Sir. Yes, sir!” The words were accompanied by a pleading whimper.
“Let Daddy see.”
She tried to jerk free as he slid two fingers inside her, but there wasn’t anywhere for her to go with those infernal restraints.
“Sweet girl, sweet girl. You’re practically gushing. And Daddy…” he moved around the bed and positioned himself between her spread legs “…needs a taste.”
Trixie threw her head back and screamed in delight as John’s lips closed around her flowing pussy.
His tongue darted in and out for a few laps before moving up to her clit.
When he pulled away, she was a nearly sobbing.
“You like that, don’t you, honey? You’re a dirty little girl who’s been waiting for a Daddy to fuck her hard, aren’t you?”
The room was spinning. Trixie felt as if she was floating above her own body. Like she’d reached a state that reached beyond time and space.
“Aren’t you?” John asked again.
Two crisp slaps with the crop on both her thighs spoke of the urgency of his question.
“Yes, Sir! Yes!”
“Tell me. Tell Daddy exactly what you are.”
Swat! Swat!
“I’m a dirty girl, Daddy. I’m so dirty!”
“Tell me more.”
Her thighs stung as they endured four more swats.
“What do you want to be?”
Trixie didn’t know where the words came from as they spilled from her quivering lips, but it was evident they’d been buried somewhere deep inside her, just waiting to burst free.
“I want to be Daddy’s little fuckdoll! Please, Sir! I’m… Daddy’s… fuckdoll!”
That must have sent John over the edge, because he smashed his lips hard against her throbbing pussy and feasted ferociously.
Trixie’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. The room spun, making her feel as if she would actually fly off the bed if she wasn’t tied down.
That climax rolled into another, and only after it subsided did John pull away. But the ravenous look in her eyes told her he was still hungry.
Daddy clearly wasn’t finished with his little fuckdoll.
He still had plans.