“Then claim me, Daddy,” Olivia whispered, her voice catching as his other hand delivered a firm stroke to her backside.
“Oh, I intend to,” Victor replied, his voice dark with promise. He continued his exploration, alternating gentle caresses with more demanding touches that quickly brought heat to her skin and moisture between her thighs.
His hand stilled, spreading warmth across her flesh. “Tell Daddy about this morning,” he instructed. “How did my little one feel?”
She turned her head to meet his gaze over her shoulder. “Queasy the moment I woke. Martha brought me tea and toast, but I couldn’t keep it down.”
Something primal and possessive flashed in his eyes, followed quickly by a tenderness that still surprised her after all these months. He moved closer, his chest pressing against her back as his arms encircled her protectively.
“And how long has this been happening?” he asked, his lips brushing her ear.
“Nearly a week now,” she admitted. “I didn’t want to say anything until I was more certain.”
Victor’s hands splayed across her abdomen, his touch reverent. “You should have told me immediately,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “If you’re carrying my child, I need to know. I need to protect you both.”
Olivia leaned back against him. “I told you as soon as I thought it was true, Daddy.”
She felt the warmth of his body leave hers, and then felt the fiery sting of his hand smacking the cheek of her arise. The action made her pearl throb and she released a loud moan when his hand came down again.
“You tell me things immediately, do you understand?”
His hand smacked her cunt the next time and she already wished he would repeat the action. “Yes, Daddy.”
From a drawer in his bedside table, he withdrew several lengths of burgundy silk ribbon.
“Hands, little one,” he instructed gently.
Olivia extended her wrists, watching as he bound them together, the silk firm but not too tight against her skin. When he was satisfied with his work, Victor had her lie down on the bed and secured the ribbon to a notch in their headboard, positioning her arms above her head, unable to move.
“Comfortable?” he inquired, checking that the restraint allowed proper circulation.
“Yes, Daddy,” she confirmed, testing the bonds with a gentle tug.
“Spread your legs.”
She did as her husband commanded and he bound each ankle to a bedpost so she couldn’t move from the position.
Victor nodded, satisfaction evident in his expression as he moved to the cabinet where he kept various oils used for pleasure. He returned with a small vial, settling beside her on the bed.
“I’ve been hoping for this,” Victor said, spreading some of the oil on his fingers before massaging her shoulders with firm touches. “From the moment I first made you mine, little one.”
Olivia relaxed under his ministrations, her bound position preventing her from doing anything but surrendering completely to his care. Victor worked methodically, his strong hands moving from her shoulders to her breasts, which had grown more sensitive than usual.
“Tell Daddy how that feels,” he commanded as he cupped their weight, thumbs circling her nipples until they peaked beneath his touch.
“So good, Daddy,” she gasped, arching into his touch. “Please don’t stop.”
“Such a good girl, asking so nicely,” he praised, his mouth replacing his hands. His tongue lathed her sensitive buds while his fingers continued their journey downward, tracing her abdomen with reverent touches.
When his hand finally reached the apex of her thighs, Olivia knew she was already slick with desire, her hips lifting instinctively as much as they could to seek more direct contact. Victor made a sound of approval, his fingers parting her folds.
“Already so wet for Daddy,” he observed with satisfaction. “My little one’s body knows who she belongs to.”
“Please, Daddy,” she whispered, straining against her bindings as need built rapidly under his touch.
“Patience, little one,” Victor admonished gently, his fingers circling her most sensitive spot with deliberate pressure. “Daddy wants to take his time with you.”
He established a rhythm that had her gasping and straining against her bonds, watching her face intently as he gauged her reactions. With his free hand, he continued to caress her breasts, alternating between gentle squeezes and more demanding pinches that sent jolts of pleasure through her increasingly sensitive body.
