“When you disobey Daddy, I’ll take my time turning that perfect little ass of yours a bright, fire engine red exposing exactly where I’ve been.”
“You ready, sweetheart?” He whispered through gritted teeth. Sending tingles down my spine when it sounded more like a threat than an invitation.
I nodded.
“Uh-huh,” he slowly shook his head, gripping my chin and tilting it in his direction.
“Yes, Daddy,” I quickly corrected.
“That’s right, now be a good little slut and go wait for me on the bed.” I hurried over to the bed the moment he let me loose of his tight hold. The separation from his powerful grasp instantly left me missing his touch.
I laid down on the bed with my hands awkwardly at my side. Dallas walked over to a dresser and slid open the top drawer. He pulled something cloth from it and joined me where I was laying still, too scared to move without his explicit permission.
He stood over me at the head of the bed. The bed was set up almost as if it were meant to act as a stage, placed directly in the center of the room. I looked around, now noticing different details. In the corner was a small stage, with a pole from the ground to the ceiling in the center of it. On the wall adjacent to the bed was a huge contraption that had leather cuffs chained to it, one at each corner of the structure. I instinctively licked my lips as my mind explored the many sensations I would feel while restrained.
I was pulled from my impure thoughts when I heard Dallas chuckle from beneath his mask, the familiar echo of his warm voice made me shiver with delight.
“Don’t you worry sweetheart, there will be plenty of time forthat.” He said this just before leaning over me and gently fixing a cloth blindfold over my eyes. I welcomed the sensation of the tightness of the elastic band pressed against the back of my head.
“Delaney, do you remember what your safe word is and when to use it?” He asked in a breathy tone. He must like what he sees. I smirked to myself.
“Delaney?” He asked again when I didn’t promptly answer hisquestion. I love his assertiveness.
“Crayons” I projected confidently.
“Yes, good girl.”
The sound of him messing with his belt buckle was the only sound I heard throughout the room. My heart started to beat faster and my breath hitched. I was nervous, but backing out wasn’t an option, not for me.
Dallas made sure I was fully aware that the contract is not legally binding. I was allowed to walk away if and when I felt it necessary, but I didn’t want to walk away – I wanted Dallas.
I felt the mattress dip as he joined me on the bed. Suddenly the air around me got heavier and his body weight drew my attention like a magnet. One word that kept coming to my mind was how primal this whole thing felt, like it awakened a fundamental part of me.
He sat back on his heels. I couldn’t see him but I could feel his gaze sweeping over my body as he eagerly admired his prize.
Me. All of me.
I jumped when I felt the graze of his fingertips as they swept over my stomach and traced my belly button. “You are stunning, sweetheart. Did you know that?” He asked to rhetorically.
His hand slowly slid down past the waistband of the sheer underwear he chose for me. “This red looks so sexy on your porcelain skin.” He whispered as his knuckle met my slick folds.
“Mmm, so ready for Daddy,” he cooed as he moved his finger over my needy clit where he started to massage in a circular motion, frustratingly slow. My hips began to move slowly in the rhythm of his movements until he suddenly stopped.
I stilled, immediately feeling a sudden shift in the room.
“You don’t move unless I say so, do you understand me?” He snapped aggressively, his tone laced with dominance that didn’t help my pooling passion just between my thighs. Hiscontrol of me, of my actions, felt comforting in an odd way, like I trusted his direction wholeheartedly.
“Yes, Daddy,” I agreed, eager to get back to what we were doing before my hips betrayed me.
He quickly rolled on top of me, careful to hold most of his weight on one propped arm.
“Good girl,” he growled into my ear with that familiar, unique hum his voice made from beneath his mask. Something about how his words bounced around inside that mask of his made everything he said demand my attention and subdue my will to resist.
Those two words nearly knocked me over the edge into ecstasy. He hovered over me, I could hear him removing his mask. I was hopeful I’d get to finally see his face, but suddenly the blindfold I wore made sense.
He breathed in, audibly.
“Fuck, Delaney, I’m gonna eat you all up,” he said in a deep, breathy groan.
