Noah
The house is quiet when we get back. But my eyes are on my beautiful fiancée. She’s still glowing—I swear she hasn’t stopped smiling since I put that ring on her finger.
“Stop staring at it,” I tease, dropping my keys on the table by the door.
“I can’t help it,” she shoots back, holding her hand up again. “It’s so pretty.”
“You make it pretty,” I say simply. Then I feel the need to say more. “Cammi,” I murmur, brushing a strand of hair from her face, “I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life.”
Her breath catches.
“I meant what I said. You’re it for me.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
Then she smiles again—that same bright, unforgettable smile. “I’m going to shower,” she says, backing away and heading toward the bedroom. “I still smell like the Wharf.”
I huff a quiet laugh. “Go.”
I follow her into the bedroom. The second the bathroom door closes, I move.
I don’t waste time. The drawer slides open smoothly.
Everything inside is exactly where I left it.
New and unused. I pick up the soft restraints first, running them through my fingers briefly before setting them down on the bed.
Then the rest. Not too much. Nothing overwhelming. Blue feathers, brown velvet paddle, a vibrator, and a black silk blindfold. I know my angel will be excited.
Ever since I introduced her into the lifestyle, she’s been accepting of it all. Even wanting more.
Sometimes, I marvel at how easily she trusts me. How naturally she gives herself to me. My fists clench. I’d burn the world before I ever broke that trust.
For now, I focus on creating the right mood. I set the lights low and soft. Everything is ready.
I step back just as the bathroom door opens. Cammi walks out, towel barely wrapped around her, hair damp, skin still flushed from the heat. Then she sees the bed.
Her eyes light up instantly. Exactly like I knew they would.
“You’ve been busy,” she says, voice softer now.
“Maybe,” I reply, watching her closely.
She steps closer to the bed slowly, fingertips brushing over the restraints, curiosity all over her face.
“You like it?” I ask.
She glances at me over her shoulder, a mischievous little smile forming. “Yes, Daddy.”
That’s all I need. I crook a finger. “Come here first.”
She comes, towel still clutched at her chest. I take the edge of it and let it drop, baring her to me. Her breath catches.
“On your knees, angel.”
She sinks down without hesitation, looking up at me through her lashes—and the sight nearly undoes me before she’s even touched me. A year ago she couldn’t hold my gaze. Now she’s kneeling at my feet like she was made for it.
I strip without ceremony—shirt over my head, jeans and the rest gone—until I’m bare in front of her, already hard. Her eyes follow every motion of my hands, her breath going shallow, lips parting. But she waits. Good girl.
“Can I?” she asks softly, eyes already on me.
“You can.” My voice comes out rough.
She wraps a small hand around me and tugs, slowly. The breath hisses out of me. She leans in and swirls her tongue over the tip before closing her lips around it, sucking gently. A groan tears loose. Her eyes lift to mine, dark and wanting, and I feel that pull all the way down my spine.
She takes more of me, sucking harder, growing bolder by the second. “That’s it, baby,” I manage, threading a hand into her damp hair. “Take me deeper.”
She does, letting me slide in and out of her mouth, her own breathing ragged now, thighs pressed together like she’s aching just from this. I let her work me until I’m close—too close—then ease her off with a hand at her jaw. Her lips come free with a soft, obscene sound.
“Not yet,” I tell her. “I’m not finished with you.”
I help her up and guide her onto the bed. “Knees up and spread out,” I order.
She lets the towel drop, pooling at her feet. Then, she climbs the bed and lies on it as instructed. No hesitation.
“Good,” I murmur.
I take one wrist, then the other, binding them together and anchoring them to the headboard, stretched above her head. Then her knees—wide, one tethered to each post—until she’s open and bare and completely at my mercy. Her breathing turns ragged, her pupils blown wide.
I pick up the blindfold and settle the silk over her eyes, tying it behind her head. Her breath hitches, and a soft moan slips past her lips. I let my gaze travel over her body, the frantic rise and fall of her chest, the slick sheen between her thighs.
My cock hardens. I give in to one indulgence. I slide my hands up to her breasts, kneading, rolling the tight buds between my fingers. Her soft breathy moan sinks into my body, waking my nerve endings.
I glide my fingers closer to her pussy. I stroke her clit. She jerks, a thin cry breaking from her.
“So fucking responsive,” I murmur.
Then I step back. Because I love this part—watching her strain toward a touch that isn’t coming. She should be used to it by now. But she’s so sensitive and impatient, and it works in my favor every time.
She’s grown bolder this past year. She demands what she wants when she’s had enough. It turns me on to watch her unravel into a pleading mess.
Tonight, I’m not sure I can hold out for long. I’m too excited. The ring on her finger has me wound tighter than I’ve ever been.
Cammi starts to whimper softly. With no place to move, she grinds her body into the bed. I can tell her frustration the moment she realizes she can’t even squeeze her thighs together to ease her ache.
“Please, Daddy. I n-need your mouth on my pussy,” she says in a trembling voice.
I pick up the velvet paddle, snapping it through the air. Need unfurls in my gut as fresh wetness slicks her pussy. Fuck
I squeeze my cock hard to remain in control. I walk to the side of the bed and bring the velvet down soft against her inner thigh. She jerks and moans.
“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”
I bring it down again, light, across the curve of her breast. “Yes, Daddy,” she gasps.
The skin blooms a soft pink that sends my blood rushing south.
“So greedy.” I tap the paddle close to her pussy.
She moans loudly. “P-please.”
“Not yet,” I tease, my voice guttural with need.
I pick up the vibrator, set it to low, and press it against her clit. “Do not come unless I tell you to. Understand?”
“Yes—yes.”
Then I work her—paddle to thigh, to nipple, to the soft skin framing her core, falling into a rhythm, the vibrator humming steady against her. Her moans climb, louder and louder, until she’s shaking and bucking toward it.
“I—I can’t h-hold it. I n-need to come,” she whimpers.
Her thighs tremble; she’s right at the edge. I pull the vibrator away.
She wails, broken. “P-please, Daddy. Please.”
“Not yet.”
I wait for her to calm, then turn the vibrator higher, pressing it firmly against her. She jolts, crying out, thrashing against the restraints. I pull it away again. Each time, right at the cliff’s edge—until she’s straining at the ties, wild with it.
Then I slide the vibrator inside her pussy and tap the paddle lightly right on her clit. “Now, come,” I command.
“Daddy!” Her scream reverberates through the room and lands somewhere deep in my chest.
She arches, body drawn taut like a bowstring, as she comes. Aftershocks rack her body in endless waves. The sight of her coming undone like this only winds me tighter.
I toss the toys aside and climb onto the bed.
I part her swollen, wet folds and seal my lips over her clit.
Her taste floods my tongue, making me mindless with need.
Her loud mewls spur me on. I lap at her pussy and suck hard on her nub.
More wetness coats my lips. I drag my tongue through her and into her, drinking her down.
She comes apart again almost instantly, stiffening, then bucking up into my mouth as she shatters.
I can’t wait another second. My cock is seeping pre-cum faster than ever. I rise to my knees, lift her hips, and drive home. She moans, long and low. But I’m past control now. I pound into her, hard, at an angle I know wrecks her, over and over, the need in me finally off its leash.
She convulses hard, her inner walls gripping my cock, and I still can’t seem to stop. I want more. My orgasm builds like a swell rising too fast to outrun. Cammi writhes beneath me, head tossing side to side.
“I can’t,” she sobs. “It’s too much.”
“I’ve got you, baby. Let go.”
I keep pounding. Relentlessly. Then, the wave engulfs me, throwing me into the deep end. I let go with a hoarse shout, spilling into her just as she detonates around me. Her mouth opens on a silent scream. Her back arches, and her body shakes with the intensity of her release.
She jerks and grinds up to meet me, riding it out until the storm finally quiets. Lethargy invades my limbs. But I ease out of her gently, freeing her wrists and slipping the blindfold off before I let myself sink.
I gather Cammi back into my arms and take her lips in a slow, gentle kiss. It’s a reminder and a promise that she’s safe with me. Always.
Later, after summoning enough strength to clean us both up. Cammi curls sleepily into me, her head resting on my chest, my arm wrapped securely around her. I hum low in my throat as her fingers trace lazy patterns over my skin.
“You’re really mine now, angel,” I sigh.
She tilts her head up. “I’ve always been yours,” she whispers. “And you’re mine.”
I huff a soft laugh. “Always.”
Silence settles around us. Peaceful. Complete. I press a kiss to her hair and hold her a little tighter. Because this life—this woman, this moment—is everything I never thought I’d have.
And everything I’ll never let go of.
~The End
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