He moved into her line of sight, crouching so their faces were level. His eyes were dark, amused, hungry. “You feel that, babygirl? That’s just the warm-up.”
She tried to rock forward, to chase the pressure or escape it, she wasn’t sure which. But the cuffs held her pinned, chest pressed against leather, hips tilted and locked. The vibrations climbed another notch. Her breath hitched; slick heat spilled from her, coating the saddle beneath her.
“Daddy,” she whimpered.
“That’s right.” Leaning over her, he brushed his thumb over her nether lips. Shifting back in front of her, he smeared the wetness on her lower lip. “Say it again.”
The feelings of pleasure building inside her threatened to consume her. She could not control her body. “Daddy! Daddy… please?—”
“Please, what?” He tilted his head, pretending to listen while stroking her hair. “Please stop? Please more? You’re gonna have to be specific, little fox.”
The dildo inside her suddenly surged, a slow, mechanical thrust that dragged along her front wall and punched the air from her lungs. Then another. And another. The rhythm started lazy, almost gentle, but each stroke ended with the buzzing plug grinding deeper into her ass.
She moaned, her forehead pressed to the pommel. She shifted her hips, trying either to match the movement or escape it. Both were impossible. She wanted to scream, but she wasn’t sure if it would be in rapture or rage.
Trace stood, circling behind her again. He picked up the crop and rested it on her right cheek, cool against her skin. “Count for me, Kip. Every time this pretty ass turns pink, you count. If you lose track, we start over.”
The first slap landed hard, fire across her skin. The toys never paused; the dildo kept its relentless, measured pace, the plug vibrating so hard her toes curled. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
“Count for me, Foxy. This is your only warning.” His voice rumbled from his chest, the sexiest thing she’d ever heard.
Not wanting any extra, maybe, she gasped out, “One.”
Another snap of the crop, just as sharp, on her other cheek.
“Two… Oh, Daddy—” She wasn’t sure whether she would have asked him to stop or keep going. The fire each slap lit on her bottom shifted to warmth and slid straight to her pussy. It didn’t matter because the choice wasn’t hers to make.
He didn’t let up. Smack. Smack. Smack. Each snap and pop drove her down onto the moving shaft, forcing the plug deeper, and sending sparks shooting to her clit even though nothing touched it. Tears pricked her eyes. Even though her voice cracked, she called out every number.
At ten, her legs trembled so hard she was actually thankful for the saddle beneath her. At fifteen, she was sobbing the counts, her tears wetting the leather beneath her cheek. She’d never be able to explain it, but it was the hottest thing she’d ever done.
Trace paused, fingers sliding through the slickness between her thighs. He brought them to her mouth. “Taste how wet you are for me, Foxy.”
She sucked his fingers clean without hesitation, her tongue desperate, hips still rolling in tiny, pointless circles against the saddle.
“You’re being such a good girl,” he murmured. “Daddy’s proud of you.”
Then he pressed the remote again. The dildo sped up, thrusting faster, harder, the head nudging that spot inside her with each stroke. The plug kicked into a higher gear, buzzing so intensely she could feel it in her teeth.
She almost lost her mind. The need inside her was a force with a life of its own. She wasn’t sure she’d survive. “Trace… Daddy… I… I can’t?—”
“You can.” His hand cracked across her ass, three quick blows that left her screaming. “You will. You’ll come when I say, Kip. Not a second before.”
She was close. So, so close to coming. The orgasm coiled low and fierce in her belly, ready to explode. Every thrust, every vibration, every stinging snap of the crop pushed her toward the edge and held her there.
He leaned over her again, his mouth at her ear. When he spoke, his voice was rough with his own desire. “Now, little fox. Come all over Daddy’s saddle while your ass is on fire and you’re stuffed full. Show me how thankful you are for your lesson. Come now!”
The command shattered her.
She came with a ragged cry. Her body seized. Her pussy clenched around the thrusting toy as wave after wave of the most intense pleasure she’d ever known tore through her. Her vision went white as she screamed his name over and over. As the waves started to fade, she sagged in the cuffs, limp and trembling, tears and sweat dripping onto the leather beneath her.
The toys slowed but didn’t stop, drawing soft aftershocks from her oversensitive body.
When the world came back, Trace was already lifting her. He cradled her trembling body against his chest. As he unbuckled the cuffs, the saddle creaked. The dildo slipped free with a wet sound that made her blush. He carried her to the bed and laid her down gently. The cool softness of the silver-infused cotton sheets further soothed her overheated skin.
Trace gently wiped her swollen folds with a warm, damp cloth scented with aloe and lavender, carefully removing the slickness between her thighs with reverent strokes. Then he slid in behind her, shifting her so she lay half on top of him, her cheek over hisheart, one of his big thighs wedged between hers to keep her tender parts from touching the sheets too soon.
The firelight licked across his chest, turning the faint red lines her nails had left earlier into tiny rivers of gold. She traced one with a lazy fingertip and felt him shiver, the muscle jumping under her touch.
