4. Rosy #2
The confession makes heat flood my cheeks and my pussy simultaneously. The thought of him stroking himself to the fantasy of me, of his release spilling over his fist while he imagined me beneath him, sends a bolt of arousal so sharp through my core that I clench around nothing.
“Atlas...”
“Shh. Let me see you naked, babygirl.” He reaches behind me, his fingers finding the clasp of my bra. One deft movement and it releases, the straps sliding down my arms. My breasts bounce free, perky but generous, my pink nipples hardening under my Daddy’s gaze.
“Look at these beauties.” He cups them both, his palms warm and possessive, and I arch into his touch. His calloused thumb rasps over my peaks, and I feel the sensitivity down to my core. “My favorite tits in the whole world. I want to suck on your boobs tonight.”
His mouth descends on my left breast, his lips sealing around my nipple, and the wet heat of his tongue makes me cry out when he sucks. “Daddy!”
I melt into a puddle as Atlas’s hungry mouth devours my helpless little bead, making my leak slick.
“God, these tits taste so good. I love how they feel in my hands.” He squeezes my breasts, my tender flesh between his lips, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak in a way that sends shockwaves straight to my core.
His fingers roll my bare nipple between them while his mouth works me, making my nipple wet and coated in his spit.
I arch off the mattress, my fingers flying to his hair, tangling in those silver-streaked strands that I love.
“God, I could get addicted to suckling on these tits. They were made for my mouth.” He switches to the other breast, lavishing the same attention, his tongue circling my nipple before he sucks it deep.
I whimper, my back bowing, my hips rolling against nothing as my pussy floods with wetness.
My panties are soaked, and my pussy is needy.
“I want to tie you up tonight, Rosy. I want to bind those pretty wrists to my headboard and make you submit to me completely. No hiding behind your desk. No pretending this is therapy. Just you, spread out and helpless and naked, taking everything Daddy gives you.”
The words hit me like a freight train. My pussy clenches so hard I see stars, and a moan tears from my throat before I can stop it.
“Yes,” I breathe, the word falling from my lips like a prayer. “Yes, Daddy. I want you to have me.”
His eyes darken, those dark irises going almost black with desire.
He pulls back from my breast, leaving my blushing nipples wet and coated in his spit; the sight is so obscene I whimper.
He reaches for something on the nightstand, and I hear the soft rustle of fabric before he produces a thick dark silk tie, the material gleaming under the low bedroom lighting.
“Hold your hands above your head, babygirl.”
I obey instantly, raising my arms, crossing my wrists above me.
My heart hammers against my ribs as he leans over me, his bare chest brushing against my sensitized nipples, and I shiver.
He wraps the silk around my wrists, the fabric cool and smooth against my skin, and he loops it through the slats of the headboard with practiced efficiency.
One knot, then another, pulling it taut until my arms are stretched above me, my wrists bound together, completely immobile.
He sits back and looks at me. I am spread out before him like an offering, my bare breasts heaving with each ragged breath, my skin flushed and glowing, my wrists secured to his headboard. The vulnerability of it makes my stomach flip, a cocktail of fear and arousal so potent I feel dizzy.
“Perfect.” His voice is rough, reverent. “Look at you. Daddy’s good girl, all tied up and ready to be used.”
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties, and I lift my hips to help him, my core throbbing with anticipation.
“You’re so wet already; these panties are soaked.
” He drags the black lace down my legs with agonizing slowness, his knuckles brushing my inner thighs, and when the fabric clears my ankles, he tosses it aside.
He pushes my legs apart, and I moan when he takes in the sight of my hot core. His sweatpants mold to his hard erection as he groans, “Fuck, that pink pussy is so wet and dewy. All juicy and ready to be devoured by Daddy.”
His mouth kisses the underside of my breasts, making me feel so hot and needy.
“I want to kiss every inch of this hot body. I want to mark every inch of your skin.” He brands me with his hot kisses, touching and stroking and kissing and licking all over me as he descends down my stomach, planting soft, wet kisses that make my skin tingle.
I gasp when he trails his lips lower, across my belly button, down to the crease of my thigh.
His tongue traces lazy patterns on my inner thigh, and I squirm against the sheets, my bound wrists straining against the silk tie.
“Please,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.
“Please what, babygirl?” His breath is hot against my sensitive skin.
“Please touch me.”
He chuckles, the sound vibrating through my core. “You are so needy, aren’t you. I can smell that pussy leaking slick for me like a slut.” He holds my thighs apart as his lips brush against my shaven mound, and I whimper. “You even shaved for me tonight. Were you excited to come here?”
“Yes,” I moan, his mouth making me lose control.
“Hmmm…I’m going to tie you up in my bed and fuck you all night, princess.
Starting with this pretty pussy.” He presses an open-mouthed kiss over my bare pussy lips, which makes me gasp.
Then, he buries himself in my cunt and sniffs.
“God, this scent. You smell so good when you’re aroused.
I’m going to remember this.” He pushes his tongue out, and I cry out when his tongue finally makes contact with my pussy lips
“Daddy!” I feel his tongue lick me from clit to cunt, marking my most sensitive spot as his.
“So sweet,” he murmurs against my folds. “I love how your pussy produces these juices just for me. So wet, so eager.”
He licks me like a cat, luxuriating in long, slow strokes as his cock throbs against my leg. My core pulses with need, aching for more contact, for more friction. He captures my clit, and I nearly lose it.
“Oh god, Atlas!” My thighs shake, but he keeps them apart with his strong hands, feasting on my little berry.
“I’m going to taste your little clit, sweetheart. I’m going to make you go mad with desire.”
He sucks my clit between his lips, and my world narrows to just that point of contact. His tongue circles the sensitive bud, applying just the right amount of pressure, and I feel myself spiraling toward the edge. An orgasm builds inside me, even though he hasn’t even fucked me yet.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, my fingers clutching at nothing above my head, feeling helpless and tied as he assaults my clit with his teeth and tongue, suckling on it. “Please don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. Instead, he increases his pace, his tongue working my clit with devastating precision. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he thrusts his tongue deep inside my cunt, hitting that perfect spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.
“Fuck.” I cry out, my hips bucking against his face. “Oh god.”
“Daddy’s gonna eat your sweet pussy.” He growls, his lips wet with my honey, his eyes dark and dirty as he glances up from between my legs.
His tongue thrusts inside me, filling me, making my walls clench, stroking the fire that’s burning out of control.
My billionaire Daddy hits my tender spots, knowing each one by memory, finding each one like finding a treasure in a maze.
He’s a patient predator, and I like being explored by him.
I feel my orgasm building, that tight coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter in my core. My muscles clench, my breath comes in short gasps, and I know I’m seconds away from shattering.
“Not yet,” Atlas commands, pulling his mouth away. I moan at the loss of contact. “You don’t come until I say so.”
The denial hits me like ice water. I whimper, my body trembling with need, so close to the edge but unable to fall over.
“Please,” I beg, tears forming in my eyes. “Please let me come.”
“Wait for it, princess. I’m not done tasting your pussy yet.”
He thrusts his tongue back inside me, curving it to hit that sweet spot again, and I scream. My orgasm hovers just out of reach, torturing me with its proximity. He works me with his tongue, thrusting in and out of my cunt, keeping me right on that knife edge of pleasure and desperation.
I clutch the sheets beneath me, my knuckles white, my body shaking with the effort of holding back. My pussy clenches around nothing, desperate for release.
“Please,” I sob. “I can’t take anymore.”
“Patience, sweetheart.” He suckles on my clit, and I want to explode right there. But I don’t. I let him push me further, let myself expand my own control. Every brush of his tongue against my sensitive walls, every flick of his tongue on my clit is exquisite torture.
“Come for me, babygirl,” he finally says, his voice thick with desire when he pushes his tongue inside my hole. “Come on Daddy’s tongue.”
The permission breaks something loose inside me.
My orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing as pleasure rips through every nerve ending.
I release the pressure I’ve been holding back, and it detonates.
My pussy spasms around his tongue, massaging it as he continues tongue-fucking me.
I rain my release all over his mouth, drenching him in my honey.
He pulls his mouth away from my pussy with a final kiss when my orgasm slows down. I feel another pang of heat inside me when I notice how wet his lips are. My slick drips down his chin, and he licks his lips, gathering the overflowing honey with his fingers and swallowing it.
“Delicious,” he says, his voice thick and raw. “I’ve been dying for a taste of this addictive pussy.”