“Please,” she begged.
She moved her hands again, but this time Daddy withdrew the wand completely.
“Come to think of it, something else arrived today.”
Trixie groaned as Daddy got up. The buzzing wand still lay on the bed. It was so close! If she could just grab it and massage her clit for just a moment…
She didn’t even realize Daddy had one of her wrists until he lightly pulled her left arm toward the edge of the bed. That’s when she saw what he had in his other hand: a red rope that had a soft wrist cuff on the end. She couldn’t see where the other end was, but evidently it was secured somewhere on the bed—probably the frame or perhaps one of the mattress’s handles.
“You’re going to lie still for Daddy while he has his fun. One way or another.”
Those words alone caused Trixie’s pussy to spurt. That’s when she knew it was not her imagination.
The bed beneath her was definitely getting wet.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Trixie could only imagine what she looked like tied up in a star position on the bed.
The soft nylon restraints around her ankles kept her legs spread a tad more than shoulder-width. Her arms were held straight out. It wasn’t painful—far from it—but the ropes were secure.
She wasn’t going anywhere until Daddy was ready for her to move.
Shit!
“Oh, babygirl likes that, too,” John said as he held the wand’s head at her right nipple for a moment and then her left. “Are you getting wet, honey?”
Trixie tried to say something but it came out as just an unintelligible groan.
She heard a drawer open and looked to see he’d reached back with his other arm, gotten in the nightstand again, and came back with a short riding crop.
A crisp smack of the leather end on her upper left thigh send shockwaves of pleasure-pain coursing through her. “The correct response isyes, sir.” He gave her another swat, this time on the right thigh. “Let’s try again.” He held the wand on herbreasts again, alternating between the two pert mounds. “Are you getting wet, honey?”
“Oh, yes… Sir. Yes, sir!” The words were accompanied by a pleading whimper.
“Let Daddy see.”
She tried to jerk free as he slid two fingers inside her, but there wasn’t anywhere for her to go with those infernal restraints.
“Sweet girl, sweet girl. You’re practically gushing. And Daddy…” he moved around the bed and positioned himself between her spread legs “…needs a taste.”
Trixie threw her head back and screamed in delight as John’s lips closed around her flowing pussy.
His tongue darted in and out for a few laps before moving up to her clit.
When he pulled away, she was a nearly sobbing.
“You like that, don’t you, honey? You’re a dirty little girl who’s been waiting for a Daddy to fuck her hard, aren’t you?”
The room was spinning. Trixie felt as if she was floating above her own body. Like she’d reached a state that reached beyond time and space.
“Aren’t you?” John asked again.
Two crisp slaps with the crop on both her thighs spoke of the urgency of his question.
“Yes, Sir! Yes!”
“Tell me. Tell Daddy exactly what you are.”
