I trusted him.
Truly, honestly, I trusted him to see me this way. I trusted that he would take care of me. I trusted that he would take control and not abuse it. I trusted him in a way I never thought I’d trust a single person ever again.
I didn’t need to give my heart to him—he’d had it from the start.
When he turned around, I immediately dropped my eyes to his dick, which was leaking just as much as mine. My mouth watered as I imagined it in my mouth, thinking of how it felt deep down my throat, threatening my gag reflex.
He sat back on the bed, lube in one hand, and a dress tie in the other. I raised my eyebrow at him curiously. “What’s the tie for?”
“For bratty hands that like to wander.” He gestured to his lap. “For now, though, I want you to show me how you get yourself ready for me. Right here.”
Fuck. I liked that. I really fucking liked that. I went to throw my leg over him again when he stopped me.
“Nope. Turn around, baby. I wanna see it all.”
My eyes widened. “Wait, really?”
One of his eyebrows went up. “Is it a limit?”
I shook my head quickly. “No.”
“Then don’t disobey Daddy.”
I swallowed a whimper, turning around and positioning myself with my ass almost right in his face. The bottle of lube rolled right by me, waiting for me to use it. Just as I picked it up, he groaned from behind me, his palms resting on my ass cheeks. I heard him mutter something under his breath, though I couldn’t fully make it out.
Opening the lube, I poured a generous amount into my hand and reached behind me. The first touch against my rim had me shivering, knowing Daddy was watching.
“That’s it, baby. Show me what to do.”
I closed my eyes, applied pressure, and sucked in a deep breath as I slid one finger in. I hadn’t done this in so long, I’d almost forgotten how fucking good it felt. Being stretched open, whether it was by my hand or not, was otherworldly. It was like all the nerve endings that were already on fire suddenly raged, scorching every inch of my skin.
One was never enough. I wasn’t sure there ever would be enough until I had his cock inside me. The moment I felt like I could handle it, I slid another one in, moaning and struggling to hold myself up with my other arm.
“Fucking hell, the way you open up for me. Keep going. Keep fucking yourself with your fingers, and I’ll be able to replace them soon enough.”
His encouragement was everything I needed. I gave up trying to stay upright, letting my cheek rest against his bare thigh, feeling his leg hairs tickle my skin. I spread my fingers, pumping them in and out, getting ready for him. Getting ready for Daddy to fill me to the fucking brim. It was the only thing I could think of as I pushed a third finger inside, listening to the groans from behind me. I could feel his cock beneath me, which drove me fucking wild. It shouldn’t be there. It should be inside me. Right now.
“Please. Please, I’m ready. Can I get up now? I can’t wait. Don’t make me wait.”
“Shh,” He wrapped his fingers around my wrist. “I won’t make you wait, baby. I’ve got you. Come on.”
I could’ve cried again. Knowing he had me, knowing he made the choice for me—it was a weight lifted from my body and onto his shoulders that I didn’t have to bear. There was nothing to worry about. There was nothing to be anxious about. He had me.
Slowly, I sat up and turned around, facing him. He held my face, staring up at me. “Can you fuck yourself on me with your hands behind your back?”
“I don’t know. I can try. “
“It’s okay if you can’t. Just let me know, or use your safe word. I’ll be helping you a little, either way.”
Daddy grabbed the tie again, holding it in his hands. I watched him as he took mine and placed them behind my back. “I trust you,” I whispered.
He paused with the tie just halfway around my wrists. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, Daddy. I trust you.”
He completed the knot, not too tight, but not too loose. “Thank you for trusting me.” His smile turned into a smirk. “Now sit on Daddy’s cock.”
I liked the feeling of having my hands tied behind my back, bringing a challenge to it all. I was restricted in what I could and couldn’t do. I had to work harder for what I wanted without the leverage my hands and arms could’ve given me. And, best of all, it was Daddy’s tie holding me in place like that. I sat up, hovering over him. He gripped himself, holding his dick steady as I slowly lowered myself.
