Her body’s reactions reminded him that he didn’t just want to dominate, but to expand and control her pleasure, to guide her toward sensations she would never know without him. As her Daddy, it was his duty to teach her these things. To train her body to crave them.
The gown loosened under his skilled fingers, slipping forward to reveal her shoulders and the thin chemise beneath. “Stand,” he commanded.
Olivia rose from his lap, her breathing already rapid.
“Tonight, you will learn that pleasure can be found in many forms,” he stated, his breath hot against her ear. “Some that society might consider forbidden.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, her voice faltering as his fingers deliberately brushed the bare skin of her back.
“You will discover soon enough.” Victor stripped the gown from her shoulders with a single firm movement, letting it fall in a pool around her feet. She wore only a thin chemise beneath and no stays. “Step out.”
Olivia obeyed immediately, standing in just her chemise and stockings. The firelight silhouetted her body through the thin fabric, highlighting the curves he had claimed the night before.
“Remove your chemise,” Victor commanded. “Then position yourself across that armchair.”
He indicated a plush wingback chair positioned near the fire. Confusion flickered in her eyes, but she complied without question, pulling the garment over her head and discarding it beside her gown.
“Like this?” she asked, uncertainty in her voice as she approached the chair.
“Drape yourself across the armrests,” Victor instructed, his tone brooking no argument. “Your head and arms over one side, your legs over the other.”
Naked except for her stockings, Olivia positioned herself as commanded, her torso stretching across the cushioned seat of the chair. Her upper body hung over one armrest while her legs draped over the opposite side, her toes touching the floor. The position left her completely vulnerable, her backside elevated by the arm of the chair, her breasts hanging free on the other side.
Victor circled the chair, assessing her position with a critical eye. “Perfect,” he murmured, the single word causing a visible shiver despite the warmth of the fire. She was exquisite like this, utterly at his mercy and displayed for his pleasure alone.
Victor crossed to a cabinet in the corner of the room, unlocking it with a small key from his pocket. Inside were the items he had arranged earlier. He selected a crystal vial of scented oil and dark silk ties.
“Extend your arms downward,” he ordered as he returned, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.
When Olivia complied, stretching her arms toward the floor, Victor bound each wrist securely with silk ropes. He then fastened the ends to the left legs of the chair, effectively immobilizing her upper body. Next, he secured her ankles to the opposite chair legs with the shorter lengths of rope, spreading them as wide as he could.
“You are entirely at my mercy now,” he stated, running a possessive hand down her exposed back to the curve of her buttocks. “Unable to move, unable to resist whatever I choose to do to you.”
A small sound slipped past her lips, caught between a whimper and a moan. Victor could see the rapid pulse at her throat, the way her skin had flushed despite her predicament.
He set the vial on a small table within reach, then removed his evening coat and waistcoat, draping them carefully over a nearby chair. He unfastened his cuffs and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, revealing his scarred forearms to her.
Unlike Olivia, he would remain partially clothed, another reminder of his complete control over her.
He picked up the vial and uncorked it, pouring a generous amount of the oil into his palm. The scent of sandalwood filled the air.
“Some forms of pleasure are considered taboo and wicked,” Victor declared, warming the oil between his hands. “Tonight, I will give you a taste of what’s to come.”
He placed his oiled hands firmly on her shoulders, beginning a possessive massage. Olivia’s breath caught as his strong fingers worked her muscles, moving down her spine with deliberate pressure.
“This is ... not what I expected,” she admitted, sighing in relaxation beneath his touch.
“You are not here to have expectations,” Victor corrected her, his voice stern. “You are here to receive what I choose to give you.”
His hands moved lower, kneading the small of her back before firmly grasping her buttocks. Olivia’s breath hitched as his fingers traced the cleft between them, but she could not pull away, secured as she was to the chair.
He spread the cheeks of her arse and massaged her puckered hole with a single finger. When she began to make small sounds of reluctant pleasure, he reached between her thighs, finding her already slick with desire.
“So wet,” he observed with satisfaction, tracing her folds with deliberate slowness. “Your body understands its purpose, even if your mind resists.”
He circled her sensitive bud with skilled fingers, drawing forth a series of moans. Just as she began to press back against his hand, seeking more pressure, he withdrew completely.
“Not yet,” he admonished. “You haven’t earned release.”
