A bead of sweat trickled down my forehead. My eyes snapped open looking to Dallas for answers. He said nothing, instead he just walked away.
I should punish you a little longer…
Delaney
Ihuffed in protest when I realized what he was doing.
Edging me. I was frustrated and needy, and I wanted him so badly.
Was I being punished?
Punishment for what, I wasn’t certain – but it felt like a punishment nonetheless.
He stopped at a small sofa that was positioned against the wall directly in front of where I stood, still chained and very naked. I watched as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Teasing me with his rippling muscles that flexed involuntarily with every move he made. His movements were slow and calculated as he tossed his shirt on the arm of the sofa.
He shimmered in the glow of the light from the sweat that was visible on his skin.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his spectacular, chiseled body. Heturned towards me again and tilted his head to the side as he slowly walked in my direction.
It was only moments, but it felt like hours before he was standing directly in front of me, leaving very little space between us. He pressed his body against mine in one motion, his bulge hard against my inner thigh. He took a deep breath before he leaned in, his mask millimeters from my face.
“I should punish you a little longer,” he paused, pulling off his belt and tossing it to the floor, “but I want to bury myself in that delicious pussy.” He cupped my mound with one hand. “If you are a good girl, I might let you cum too.” He finished just before he plunged his fingers deep inside of me, causing a scream to escape.
His movements were so perfectlyruthless.
My thighs clenched tight around his hand. “Eyes on me, or I’ll stop.” He snapped when my eyes closed as I neared my release. My body trembled on the verge of letting go; my head fell back, and my lips parted.
That familiar heat slowly, steadily building up. I was seconds away from complete euphoria when suddenly he stilled.
“Dammit!” I screamed out, my voice laced with frustration. It was my fault I was so lost in chasing my orgasm that I forgot to respond to him. The chuckle that rumbled from his chest was enough to calm my anger. His fingers wrapped around my neck and tightened just enough to excite me.
“You’ll learn obedience one way or another; until then, I’ll enjoy teaching you a lesson.”
My breath was ragged, and my heart pounded as I fought to come down from the repeated build-up. From his back pocket, he pulled out a blue vibrator, and my eyes widened as they adjusted and I was able to make out what was printed on the silicone before he switched it on
“Is that…. " before I could finish my question, he was already nodding his head.
“Stitch baby,” he cooed just before lowering it to place it directly on my swollen, abused clit. The intensity of the vibration against my sensitive skin made me quickly forget what he said and threw me back into chasing my release once again.
It didn’t take long to find myself back in that familiar place of teetering euphoria. He situated himself behind me, taking my legs in his arms, and effortlessly positioned me about his erection. Teasing my entrance as, I weightlessly hovered over him.
He slid inside of me, using the restraints to keep me suspended just enough to gain access to my soaked and ready center. His cock stretching me in such a pleasurable way, agonizing yet pleasantly slow.
He took his time reacquainting me with his cock, allowing me time to adjust to the stretch. I leaned back, relaxing into his hold as I allowed my mind to empty, concentrating only on the warm feeling that started to grow in my belly.
Moan after moan escaped my chest, so focused on my own heat building I barely noticed when his thrusts became harder and faster. He let out short, labored breaths, matching the rhythm of his movements. His lips near my ear as he released groan after groan. “Fuck, you take me so well.” he praised in a torturous tone.
In one swift motion, he turned me to face him, his hands firm yet tender on my skin. Instinctively, my legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer as our bodies melded together in perfect alignment. With a fluid motion, he reached up and released my cuffed hands from the bar, guiding them to rest around his neck. His strides were purposeful and commanding as he carried us to the nearest wall. The cool surface met my back with a jolt as he pressed me against it, his movements raw and urgent as he claimed me completely.
I arched my head back, surrendering to the intoxicating blend of pain and pleasure he delivered with every relentless plunge. Each forcefulthrust sent waves of ecstasy rippling through me, pulling me deeper into a haze of raw, unyielding bliss.
My fingertips bit into the taut flesh of his back, tracing the contours of his muscles as if grounding myself in the heat of him. Each involuntary grip spoke of the tension rippling through my body, a visceral response to the electric pull between us. There was a loud ringing in my ear as I dug my nails into his back while an earth-shattering climax ripped through my entire body. Dallas’ name spilled from my lips as I screamed through my orgasm. Seconds later, he pulled out of me, covering my pulsing clit with the warm, sticky evidence of his own emission.
I’m in way over my head…
Dallas
Her body gave out from the exhaustion, she was slumped against me as she fought to regain control of her breathing. My ears were still ringing from her screaming out my name. Typically, I’d be pissed and ready to punish for being called anything other thanDaddybut for some reason, hearing her call me by my name as her body was flushed and she shook in pleasure was exactly how it should have happened. She knew exactly who she belonged to.
