The knot in her chest tightened when he stood and prowled back to the counter. His eyes held the promise of something she couldn’t quite decipher, but it made her pulse beat faster.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said, her voice husky.
“Not yet, you’re not.” The throaty rumble in his voice caused her breath to catch. “But the night is young.”
He reached for a hand towel and placed it on the counter between her hands. The heat in her belly dropped to her core when he placed the things he’d pulled from his bag onto the cloth. Her pussy went from a thrum to a throb.
She’d read about the things he’d laid out, but she’d never used them. She’d imagined it though. Those pictures came flaring to life in her head and the struggles of the day faded. All she could think about was right here, right now.
“Look in the mirror, babygirl. Look at how gorgeous you are. Tell Daddy what you see.”
Slowly, she raised her gaze from the counter to her reflection in the mirror. She didn’t like looking at herself. She already knew what she’d see. What did he want her to say?
He stepped behind her again. The rough denim of his jeans fired her nerves as he slid his hips across her bottom. Leaning forward, he nipped the lobe of her ear. “Would you like me to tell you what I see?”
She had lost the ability to form words, so she nodded, suddenly desperate to know what he saw.
He wrapped his hand around her throat. “I see intoxicating eyes filled with need. I see the sexy pink flush on your cheeks.” He caressed his thumb over her bottom lip. “I see lips parted and waiting for my kiss. We’ll get to that later.”
Sliding his fingers down her chest, he palmed her breasts with his hands. “I see breasts that fit perfectly in my hands and rosy nipples that are hard and begging to be touched.”
He pinched her nipples between his fingers, rolling and tugging them until she thought she’d scream. Closing her eyes, the back of her head fell to his shoulder as her breathing quickened.
She jerked back up and cried out in shock, her gaze flying back to her reflection, when a sharp smack landed on her right nipple. It throbbed as the light pink form of his fingers bloomed over her breast. “Did Daddy say you could close your eyes, babygirl?”
She drew in a breath to answer. “N-no, Daddy.”
“Keep your eyes on the mirror.”
He reached for the towel rack and lifted two thin silver nipple clamps. A large, jeweled snowflake dangled from each. “Never let it be said I don’t know how to celebrate the holidays,” he said as he stepped to her side.
Lowering his mouth to her breast, he enveloped her entire nipple, licking and scraping his teeth across the sensitive bud and sucking. When he pulled away, her nipple was a deep rose color, and it was huge. He moved to her other breast and repeated everything.
Pulling away, he said, “This is going to pinch, but you’re going to breathe through the pain and take Daddy’s nipple clamps like a big girl, aren’t you?”
His eyes burned with desire. For her. In that moment, she could have done anything for him. Except speak. Her voice had disappeared, so she nodded, earning the “good girl” that always shot straight to her sex.
Tugging on her nipples in turn, he caught them in the clamps. There was a flash of pain, but nothing she couldn’t handle. He moved behind her again, cupping and bouncing her breasts, causing the snowflakes to jingle like bells.
“Baby, your nipples are so beautiful when they’re decorated. Daddy will have to find clamps for every holiday.”
The groan that escaped her throat at his words had nothing to do with complaint. Her heart skittered when he reached for the other item on the towel.
He held it up for her to examine. “Tell me, Trouble. Have you ever read about butt plugs in those books of yours?”
Wordlessly, she nodded, and he continued.
“I thought as much. So, you know how this works. I want you to bend over and place your hands on your knees. You are to keep watching yourself in the mirror. I want you to see yourself taking my plug. This is the smallest one. If you close your eyes,I have larger plugs in my bag, and I’ll be happy to use them. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes, Daddy,” she answered immediately. Good lord. The one he had out already looked huge. There was no way it would fit.
“Good girl. Now bend over like Daddy said.”
The idea of bending over so he could put… that inside her bottom ramped up the fire in her cheeks to a raging inferno. But the fire lower inside her burned hotter as well. Pretending she had no choice made it easier. She could do this. If she were honest with herself, she wanted to do this.
Bending over at the waist, she put her hands on her knees and tilted her head so she could see in the mirror. Her breasts hung down, and the weight of the snowflakes tugged at her nipples. The clamps didn’t hurt, but the steady pressure on her nipples was a constant reminder and sent pulses of pleasure throughout her body.
Her breath caught at the small pop of a cap being opened. Anticipation held her breathless.
