“Please, Daddy,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Please let me touch myself. I need to?—”
“No.” His denial was absolute, even though part of him wanted to cave and spoil his little one. “Your pleasure is mine to give or withhold. Tonight, I shall withhold it.”
He placed more oil in his hands and then returned his attention to her arse, spreading her deliberately with his thumbs. “There are many ways a man can take pleasure with a woman,” he said, his voice a low rumble of authority. “And this tight little hole is one of my favorites.”
His oiled finger pressed against the tight hole of her rear entrance, and Olivia gasped, tensing immediately.
“Your Grace?—”
“Silence,” he commanded, his free hand delivering a sharp smack to her exposed buttock. “I did not give you permission to speak. And you did not address your Daddy properly. This is happening regardless of your reservations. This is merely preparation for what I intend to take very soon.”
He continued his firm circling motion, deliberately increasing the pressure. “You are mine to use as I see fit, and I will claim every part of what belongs to me.”
His finger pressed forcefully, breaching the tight ring of muscle. Olivia made a sharp sound of surprise, instinctively trying to pull away but finding herself securely bound to the chair.
“Be still,” Victor commanded, his free hand returning to rub between her thighs, finding her even wetter than before. “Your body betrays you. Even as you resist, you grow wetter.”
As his fingers found her sensitive bud, Olivia moaned, her hips pushing back despite her initial resistance. Victor used her involuntary movement to press his finger deeper into her arse, working it in with deliberate precision while he stimulated her with his other hand.
“This requires patience and preparation,” he stated, his own breathing growing heavier as he watched his finger disappearing into her most private entrance. “But make no mistake, little one, I will claim this passage as thoroughly as I have claimed your other entrances.”
He withdrew his finger abruptly, then added more oil, pushing back in with more force, making her cry out. “I will take you this way. My cock will fuck you here, and you will learn to beg me for it.”
Olivia whimpered, using what little movement she had to shift her hips, alternating between pushing back against his finger and pressing forward into his pleasuring hand.
“Yes,” Victor continued, his voice darkening with promise. “You will learn to crave this pleasure. You will come to me on your knees and beg me to fuck this tight little hole.”
He added a second finger alongside the first, stretching her deliberately while increasing the pressure on her sensitive pearl. Just as her breathing quickened and her inner muscles began to tighten with an approaching climax, he removed both hands completely.
Olivia cried out in frustration, pulling fruitlessly against her bindings.
“Beg me,” Victor commanded, circling around to the front of the chair where her face was flushed with need, her eyes glazed with frustrated desire. “Beg me to let you find release.”
“Please,” she gasped, looking up at him with desperate eyes. “Please, Daddy.”
“That’s not begging,” he corrected, his hand tangling in her hair to force her to meet his gaze. “Tell me exactly what you want and why I should grant it.”
Her cheeks flushed deeper with humiliation. “Please, Daddy,” she started, her need apparently overwhelming pride. “I beg you to let me come. I need it. I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?” he questioned, his expression hardening.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Anything.”
“Beg me to allow you to suck my cock.”
Olivia swallowed hard. “Please, Daddy, allow me to take you in my mouth. I beg you to use my mouth.”
Victor fought to keep from showing her how much she affected him. He moved before her, his hands methodically unfastening the falls of his breeches, nothing more.
“Do you think you’ve been a good girl?”
She nodded as best as she could. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Open,” he commanded.
When she parted her lips, he thrust forward, filling her mouth with his hard length. He held her head firmly, controlling the depth and pace as he used her mouth for his pleasure.
“That’s it,” he growled, watching her struggle to accommodate him from this awkward angle. “Take more. Show Daddy what a good girl you can be.”
