“Ask Daddy for permission,” he instructed as he felt her begin to tighten around his fingers.
“May I come, Daddy?” Olivia pleaded, her body trembling on the edge of release.
“Yes, little one,” he granted, increasing his ministrations. “Come for Daddy. Show me how good I make you feel.”
With permission granted, she surrendered to the sensations, her body arching as much as her bonds allowed while waves of pleasure crashed through her. Victor maintained his touch throughout her release, drawing out her climax until she collapsed back against the pillows, gasping for breath.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured, stroking her flushed skin. “But Daddy is far from finished with you.”
Victor spent the next hour exploring her body with intentional thoroughness, bringing her to the edge repeatedly and making her ask for permission each time. He finally removed all of his clothing while she laid bound trying to catch her breath.
“Now,” he said, positioning himself so a knee was on either side of her head. He braced himself with the headboard, the head of his shaft almost touching her lips, “Lick Daddy’s cock.”
Olivia didn’t need to be told twice. She stuck her tongue out and brushed it along the tip, looking up to meet his hooded gaze. His dark features and slight silvering of hair at his temples made her nothing but wanton for him.
“More, my sweet little one.”
She opened her mouth wide and raised her head so she could close her lips around her husband, using her tongue along the underside as he’d taught her to do.
The action earned her a series of low growls from Victor before he began to move his hips, pushing himself deeper into the back of her throat.
“That’s it. Get Daddy good and ready to fuck his little one.”
Tears welled in her eyes as she fought the urge to gag, wanting to please her husband.
He wiped them away from her left eye with his thumb. “Beautiful.”
Victor thrust into her mouth a few more times before he withdrew and shifted himself so that he was positioned between her bound legs.
She felt a rush of relief as the tension eased when he released each of her ankles. Then he brought her two ankles together and bound them with a piece of the rope. Positioning her tied feet over one shoulder and lifting her bottom off the bed he pressed the head of his cock at her opening.
“I need to be inside you.”
“Please, Daddy,” Olivia breathed, looking up at him with adoring eyes. “I need you too.”
Victor pushed himself all the way inside of her core. “Tell Daddy how it feels to have me inside you,” he commanded softly, holding her legs against his chest as he thrust into her more roughly that time.
“So perfect,” she moaned. “Please don’t stop.”
He established a rhythm that bordered on unhinged. Olivia moaned and tested the integrity of the restraints around her wrists as her orgasm came close again.
“May I come, Daddy?” she ground out, fighting the urge to release without permission.
“Yes, little one. Come now.”
Olivia screamed as her climax overtook her, each of his thrusts pushing her across another wave of pleasure that was more intense than the last. He groaned as his breathing and movements became erratic.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he growled.
As soon as she stilled, he withdrew and released her ankles, positioning her legs so they tightened around his hips. Then he reached up to release her wrists, and her arms immediately wrapped around his neck, clinging to him.
“I love you, Daddy,” she whispered against his ear.
“And I love you, little one,” he replied, his voice rough with emotion. “More than I ever thought possible.”
He collapsed beside her and gathered her close against his chest, his hand returning to rest protectively over her abdomen. They lay in contented silence for several minutes, their breathing gradually slowing to normal.
“We’ll send for the doctor tomorrow,” Victor said finally, his practical nature reasserting itself. “And begin making preparations.”
Olivia smiled against his chest. “I have no doubt that you are going to take care of everything. Of both of us.”
The End
