Chapter 42
Goldie
If she lived another thousand years, she had a sneaking suspicion she’d never get over the humiliation of having something shoved in her ass.
She wanted it, craved it, enjoyed the sensation of having her most forbidden hole filled, but the actual act continued to leave her flushed with embarrassment.
And dripping with arousal.
That was something she’d definitely gotten right in her books.
Just as that thought flitted across her mind, Brody gripped her hips, flipping her onto her back once more. Her body instinctively clenched at the change, sending little flashes of pain through her core as her ass clamped down around the plug.
“My pretty little menace,” he purred, and her breath tangled in her chest at the dark promise in his voice. Bound, blindfolded, and plugged, there was nothing she could do but lie still and let him have his wicked way with her.
Fuck yes.
“Here are the rules. Daddy’s going to play with you for a bit. You may scream, cry, even fight me. But under no circumstances are you allowed to come until Daddy gives you permission. Do you understand the rules, menace?”
She understood. She didn’t particularly like those rules, but she understood. “Yeah.”
Pain exploded along the inside of both thighs, and she arched up as a cry ripped from her lips. “Yes, Daddy! I understand!”
“Much better. If you can’t be respectful, I’ll pull that plug from your ass and coat it with peppermint oil before putting it back in.”
Dread settled low in her stomach. There were things she had an interest in that she’d be willing to push him on, but a lube guaranteed to set the inside of her ass on fire was not one of them. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
“That’s my good girl.” The bed dipped as he climbed in, settling himself between her thighs. “Daddy’s going to touch you now. Remember your rules.”
At the first brush of his lips to the side of her neck, she jolted, belatedly realizing how on edge she was being blindfolded like this.
Being lost in the dark, unable to see where he was or what implement of torture he held in his hands.
She’d been so certain that he’d meant to hurt her, that the kiss had taken her more by surprise than anything else he could have done.
Devious bastard.
Slowly, almost leisurely, he moved down her body, his lips grazing her neck, then shoulder, then collarbone. Leaving little fires of need licking along her skin everywhere his lips touched.
By the time he pulled one stiff nipple into his mouth, she was desperate, aching to be filled. “Daddy, please,” she whined, rubbing her legs together in a vain attempt to alleviate at least some of the ache between them.
His laughter vibrated against her breast, driving that need even higher. “We’re getting there, menace. Just be patient.”
Patience was, she’d come to accept, not one of her virtues. At least not when it came to him and the things he could do to her body.
She was so distracted by the need pulsing through her clit, she didn’t notice him moving at first. Not until it was too late and needles of agony pierced the nipple he’d been teasing.
“Oh, fuck!” she cried, yanking at the cuffs keeping her locked to the bed. “Get it off, get it off!”
“No.”
A sob rose in her chest, choking her as tears formed behind the silken blindfold covering her eyes. “Daddy, please. It hurts. I… I can’t take it.”
“You can, and you will. Because you’re my good little menace and you can take whatever your Daddy gives you.”
“I can’t.”
But even as she said the words, she was aware of the pain ebbing. Not entirely, but enough for her to drag in a shuddering breath that helped to ease a bit more of the torment.
“That’s my girl.” Affection warmed his voice, loosening something inside her as she took another, deeper breath. “We’re going to do the other side now. It will feel better once they’re both clamped.”
She wasn’t sure she believed him, but she was very sure that arguing with him would only make it worse.
So she focused on breathing, on the ever more needy ache between her thighs as he gave her opposite breast the same treatment.
Suckling at her nipple until he deemed it ready and then attaching that evil fucking clamp to it.
Once the initial blinding pain of having her nipple captured in the jaws of death faded, she found he was right. It actually did help a good bit to have both nipples clamped. Like she was somehow more… balanced now.
More than that, though, the pain was beginning to translate into something else entirely. It still hurt, god it still hurt, but in a way that had her pussy clenching emptily, as if anticipating the moment she’d finally be filled.
“Christ, you’re stunning like this. All flushed and needy and whining. My good girl.” His voice was even rougher than before, and pride exploded behind her ribs at the knowledge she’d done that to him. This strong, proud, devil of a man could barely speak because of her.
It was a heady fucking feeling.
Now hyperalert, she sensed him moving a second before he pressed a kiss between her breasts. Down, down, down he moved, just like he had before he’d clamped her. Leaving hot, wet kisses all down her chest, her stomach, down to—
“Daddy!”
Pleasure shot through her, so sudden and intense she nearly came on the spot.
But somehow she managed to hold off, to keep the tidal wave at bay.
While she might consider herself a brat under most circumstances, she was genuinely terrified of how he might punish her if she disobeyed this particular rule.
The ache in her breasts had faded considerably, but there was still enough lingering pain for her to want to be his good girl.
At least for now.
Still moving with agonizing slowness, Brody captured her clit between his lips and sucked gently while he slid two fingers into her dripping pussy. Between his fingers and the plug, she was impossibly full, a feeling that only served to tighten that coil of need even further.
Then he got mean.
Curling his fingers upward, he hit that magical spot inside her. The one that had stars exploding behind her eyes and her arms instinctively jerking against the cuffs. Pleasure crashed over her, threatening to drag her under, but somehow she managed to resist.
“Daddy, please. I need to come. Please, Brody, I’m dying.”
The big jerk didn’t even have the decency to answer her. Instead, he continued his lazy exploration of her pussy. Stroking this spot, licking that one, nibbling at yet a different one still. Over and over and over until her entire body felt like a live wire about to snap.
Stripped of whatever dignity she might have possessed before they’d begun this wicked little game, through it all she begged.
Pleaded. Whimpered and writhed beneath him while he tortured her.
Until words finally failed her and all she could do was sob as the need pulsing through her veins sharpened, slicing her open with every beat of her heart.
Then, and only then, did he push inside her, laying claim to the part of her that ached for release.
God, she was full. Physically, metaphorically. Every inch of her, mind, body, and soul was filled up with him.
Only him.
“Mine,” he growled, his cock stretching her open, forcing her to accept his claim. “Is liomsa tú. Beidh mé i do scáth.”
Her mind was so scrambled, it took her far too long to realize he wasn’t speaking English. “I don’t… I can’t…”
Dipping his head, he captured her lips in a soothing kiss as he continued moving inside her with sure, slow strokes designed to drive her wild.
“It means, you belong to me. That I will be your shadow, walking this life with you every second of every day, keeping you safe. I will not allow anyone to take you from me.”
For over a decade, she’d made a living writing about the kind of love that gripped a person so tightly it drove them to madness. And yet, she’d never actually believed that kind of love existed, not in the real world.
Until this very moment.
“I am yours,” she said, her own voice thick with the tears she only just now realized were streaming down her cheeks. “For all of this life, and whatever comes next.”
“Good.” He pressed his forehead to hers, a gesture so unbearably intimate her heart trembled in her chest. “I’m going to hold you to that promise, menace.”
“Not a promise. A vow.”
“Fuck.” The word seemed torn from his very soul as his movements grew faster, more unhinged. “My good fucking girl. Come for Daddy, menace. Let me feel you squeezing my cock when you come screaming for me.”
At his command, something inside her snapped, and she did exactly as she’d been told, screaming for Daddy as pleasure so keen it bordered on pain flooded her body.
She was still reeling from the first orgasm when he shifted, moving his weight to one arm. “Again.”
Before she’d even fully processed the order, blinding pain stabbed at her breasts, shoving her over that cliff a second time as another scream ripped from her throat.
“Goddamn, menace.” Brody laughed, the sound strained as he slammed into her still-spasming pussy. “Your little cunt is squeezing me so tight. Do you want Daddy to fill you up, baby? Do you want to go back to sleep with your pretty pussy full of Daddy’s cum?”
Mind numb from the pleasure and pain he’d forced on her, all she could do was nod. Every nerve ending she possessed was on fire, and she craved more.
“That’s my good girl. My girl. My menace. Fuck.”
Burying himself inside her one final time, he did exactly as he’d promised, filling her up until all she knew was him.
“I love you, menace.”
Still ensconced in darkness, she smiled. “I love you, Daddy.”
And maybe, just maybe, that was enough. Maybe they could handle anything life threw at them, as long as they faced it together.