“Something funny, Sweetheart?” He cooed and caressed my hair.
“Not particularly,” I said, taking a deep breath and exhaling loudly.
“Are we going to talk about any of this?” I asked him. Pulling back just enough to look into his beautiful eyes filled with something I wasn’t certain of.
“That’s a loaded question, Sweetheart,” he said with a smirk.
I giggled and nestled into his arms even further, “I think you’re right.”
“We will have plenty of time to talk about everything you need to, but tonight, can we just be here?” he whispered into my hair just beforehe kissed me, holding me even tighter than before.
“Did I hurt you? I shouldn’t have been so rough.”
“Not at all, I’m fine. I’ll be sore tomorrow, though.” I laughed through the last part. It was like everything shifted, and the tension between us dissipated, making it feel almost like we’d known each other our whole lives.
“That’s the point, Delaney. Every time you move tomorrow, you will remember who you belong to.” His voice was deep and husky. I looked up at him; his glare was dark.
“You can’t possibly be…” I was cut off by his lips mashing into mine, leaving me breathless as he kissed me hard. He rolled me onto my back. With his body hovering over mine, he pinned my hands over my head. His kiss turned gentle and passionate as he pressed himself against me. His hard cock was positioned at my entrance, seconds away from entering my soaking-wet center.
“I’m going to release your hands; don’t move them. If you move, I will stop. Do you understand me?” he growled in his dominant tone.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered against his lips before I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth, giving it a little nibble between my teeth. He hissed with a smirk.
“Don’t be a brat unless you want to be punished again.” he threatened, his tone stern but playful. Had he not said it with a smirk it could have been intimidating instead of a challenge.
As soon as he released his grip on my wrists, I moved my hands and ran them through his hair. He growled into my mouth.
“Delaney, you are playing with fire,” he snapped, feigning frustration, but his eyes told another story. He was enjoying my deviant behavior.
He gripped my wrists once more, pushing them above my head, staring me down with a silent warning. I lowered my gaze, pretending to submit. “Sorry Daddy,” I sarcastically whisperedsoftly.
His tongue swiped out before he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.
When his grip loosened, I moved my hands again.
Batting my lashes, I teased, “Maybe I need to be punished again. I’m still not being a good girl.” I didn’t know where this naughty little vixen came from, but I kind of liked her, and I think Dallas liked her too.
He chuckled as he jumped up from the bed. Walking over to the headboard, he fastened each of my wrists with the leather cuffs that hung there. Once he tightened the straps against my sensitive skin, I pulled my hands apart to test their resilience. I wasn’t going anywhere unless he wanted me to. That thought alone had me aching at my core despite the very prominent soreness.
He walked to the end of the bed and grabbed my ankles; with one swift, unexpected movement, I flipped onto my stomach. I was surprised at the yelp that escaped my lips.
My ankles were quickly fastened with just enough give in the chain to allow a small amount of movement.
My heart pounded in my chest and my breathing became ragged when looking up at Dallas, with dark, hooded eyes. I realized what I had done.
His big hands gripped me by the waist as he pulled me up on all fours. Naked and on my knees, I felt exposed and excited.
He walked into the closet with all the drawers. I couldn’t see him, but I heard the drawers opening and then a long pause. When he returned, he had something in his hand that was metal and oddly shaped. The chrome color reflected the light from the spotlights, which cast a glare onto the floor.
In his other hand, he held a bottle of liquid. When he approached the bed, he tossed both items to the foot of the bed and climbed up, the mattress dipping under his weight until he was positioned directlybehind me.
Warm liquid pooled at the small of my back. It dripped from his big hands as he slid his palm across my sensitive skin. His hands slipped between my thighs, where he spread the liquid over my mound, dipping his finger in slowly, teasing me with a slippery sensation. When his hand didn’t stop there and continued to my other entrance, my body instinctively tensed. He chuckled from behind me. With a loud wet smack, he slapped his palm across my cheek, leaving behind a pleasurable sting, “Don’t worry, Sweetheart, we will work up to that.”
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
“Where’s all that bratty behavior now?” He taunted. When he picked up the unknown object from the bed and flipped a switch, only then did I realize it was another vibrator. He placed it on my back as it continued to buzz loudly against my skin. Teasing me with its erratic motions.
“You see,” he started, lifting himself to sit back on his heels.It seems you are toying with me, Delaney. What exactly do you feel we should do about this?”
