I hear her move across the room and when I turn around, she’s lying on the bed topless, resting on her elbows. Her eyes are trained on the items in my hand. She bites her lip with trepidation.
“Remember, my dear,” I say to her as I set the rope and riding crop down on my nightstand. “You are still in control.”
She nods and her face relaxes as she looks up at me. She’s locked in.
I lean in with the clothespins. She lifts her mouth to kiss me, but I pull away. “Kisses are for good girls,” I whisper, then I slide a clothespin around her right nipple, clamping it down and pinching it. She winces and utters a soft, shuddery moan. I clip the other nipple and her eyes roll back.
“Your tits are sensitive, aren’t they?” I croon. She leans back, taking shallow breaths as she arches her back. “Naughty little girl.”
I get the rope and position her legs so that her heels meet her thighs, then I start tying them in place. “Your pussy deserves a little attention tonight,” I tell her as I pull the ropes down and secure them in knots on the sides of the bed. Her legs spread open from the force of the pull.
“But first, I need to teach you how to mind me,” I say, getting the riding crop. I run it down the center of her chest as she takes quick, excited breaths. “When I tell you to do something…” I raise the crop quickly and bring the leather down across her right breast. The skin ripples and turns red as a surprised gasp leaps from her throat.
“You do it.” I slap her other breast with the crop. I bring it up to her face, caressing her cheek. She’s arching her back, her bottom lip shaking.
“You don’t get to demand anything from me.” I slide the crop down again, over her flushed chest and between her red-streaked breasts, down over her navel. I stop it right between her legs, slowly rubbing the spot where her clit is. Even with the crop, I can feel it pressing against the thin fabric.
“Do you understand me, Natalya?”
In a small voice, she says, “Yes.”
I give her clit a short slap with the crop and she twists, moaning and grabbing the comforter. “Louder.”
“Yes,” she says louder. I slap her clit again and this time, her back arches and a high, squeaking sound escapes her.
“Yes… what?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she says desperately. “Yes, Daddy.”
She’s got her eyes closed and I see tears start to streak down her cheeks. “Natalya?” I ask. “Are you all right? Do you want to stop?”
“No,” she says quickly. “No, please, don’t stop. Punish me, Daddy.”
I slap her clit again and this time, her hips raise up as she curses. “Fuck…”
Again she moans louder, her breaths short and shallow. “I won’t… I won’t defy you again, Daddy.”
Every time she calls me Daddy, a chill races up my spine and my dick gets all the harder. I rest the crop on her clit as her legs shake against her binds. “That’s my sweet girl.”
All I want to do is fuck her, but I have to hold back. I’m not done with her punishment.
I set the crop aside and go for the knife in my nightstand. She sees the blade and her eyes widen. “What… what are you doing?”
I don’t say anything. I pull the side of her lacy white panties out and slice through the fabric, cutting them off her. “You won’t need these again tonight.”
She’s exposed to me, her perfect pussy with rose colored lips surrounded by the crimson down of her pubic hair. Her clit is engorged, red and swelling, calling to me under the glistening sheen of her juices. She’s so wet and ready she can barely stand it. Her hips squirm with anticipation.
I lean in and kiss the space between her breasts, removing the clips. My tongue circles them and she moans, her rock-hard nipples so sensitive against my flicks.
Down her body, I kiss her, tasting her sweet skin until my tongue is wrapped around her swollen clit, circling around and around. Her thighs shake against her bonds.
“Wait,” she says. “I’m… I’m gonna… it’s happening too fast… wait…”
I’m not stopping. I’m not planning on stopping. Oh, my dearest girl, that’s the point. I want you to come on my tongue over and over again. I want to hear you begging for my cock.
With a deep gasp, her hips press against my face and she grabs my hair.“Oh, fuck!”I hold her hips as she comes, still restrained in the ropes. I suck on her swollen clit, riding the waves of her orgasm until her body starts to shiver uncontrollably. And when I feel her body start to calm, I apply pressure to start her up again.
Once… twice… On the third rise of her shaking hips, I taste a sudden splash of cum from her pussy. I lick it up, every sweet drop of her forbidden honey as her moans get deeper, more passionate.
