Relief flickers over her face. “Please.”
Stepping away from the bed, I open the trunk and pull out a length of rope along with a bottle of lubricant. If this were a part of her punishment, I might force her to go without the lube, but this isn’t about the pain. This is about me finally claiming every inch of the woman I’ve always loved.
With my tools in hand, I return to the bed. “Sit up for Daddy, baby.”
Still looking somewhat apprehensive, she does as I’ve asked, and my heart clenches at the trust she’s giving me so freely. Moving in silence, I work the ropes around her, an intricate harness that winds around her breasts, her soft stomach, down between her thighs. And with every glide of the silken rope across her fair skin, I watch the tension leach from her muscles.
Until, at last, her arms are bound behind her back and she’s nothing more than a sweet, submissive little puddle of goo in my bed. Stepping back, I admire the sight of her, the teal ropes against her flushed skin, her eyes glazed with need as she stares up at me.
“My beautiful Josie,” I murmur, climbing up onto the bed with her. “Let’s get you onto your tummy so Daddy can get that pretty bottom ready for his cock.”
Josie
There is something, I’ve come to realize, about being tied up in Daddy’s ropes. Trapped, helpless, unable to fight even if Iwanted to. Here, all my choices have been stripped from me, so I am fully able to give myself over to whatever he has planned for me.
And so, there is no fear as he gently flips me onto my stomach and settles between my spread thighs. Even when the ropes dig into the welts left behind by his belt, I savor the pain as proof my Daddy loves me and has forgiven me for the awful thing I did.
“Sweet, beautiful, perfect Josie.” His words wash over me as he lowers his lips to the back of my thigh, pressing soft, gentle kisses against my skin. “I missed you, every day for twenty years I missed you. So fucking much.”
“I missed you too. Every moment of every day. Some days it felt like I couldn’t breathe, like you’d taken all the oxygen with you when you died.”
“I’m sorry, baby. So sorry. But Daddy’s back now and I promise you’ll never have to feel that way again.”
I let my eyes close as his lips brush over my welts, reigniting both pain and pleasure. “I believe you, Daddy.”
“My good girl. Daddy can’t wait to taste you again.”
With that, his fingers dig into my aching bottom, pulling my cheeks apart and exposing me to his gaze. And even though my body still heats with humiliation at the touch of his tongue to my bottom hole, I don’t fight him.
I simply surrender.
Eyes closed, I give myself over to every depraved touch. Every wicked probing of his wet tongue against that forbidden place. When I whimper, it’s not in protest, but in need.
“Daddy… please. I need… I want…”
His deep chuckle vibrates against my bottom hole. “I know what you want, my filthy little baby.”
A frisson of fear races up my spine when I feel the mattress shift beneath me, and again at the cold splash of liquid against my hole.
Then his finger is in me again, coating my inner walls with the lubricant. There is more pain now, though it’s not more than I can take, and I sigh softly as I lift my hips, begging for more.
“Patience, naughty girl,” he scolds with another laugh as he pulls his finger free. “Daddy doesn’t want to hurt you. Well.” Gripping my hips, he lines the blunt head of his cock up with my entrance. “That’s a lie. I love hurting my pretty little girl. But only because I know you like the way Daddy hurts you. Don’t you, bug?”
There’s no point in lying to him, not when he’s already stripped me of every pretense and laid my soul bare. “Yes, Daddy.”
He pushes past that tight ring of muscle, and I let out a low whine at the burning, pinching pain. “That’s right, baby. You love it when Daddy hurts you. When Daddy takes you past what you think you can bear. So Daddy’s going to fuck your pretty little ass, and it’s going to hurt, and you’re going to love every fucking second of it.”
I already am loving it. Loving the feeling of him inside that forbidden place, the feeling of being so fuckingfullof him I can barely breathe.
“My good girl. You’re taking me so well, baby. This little asshole was made for Daddy’s cock. You should see the way it’s stretching for me, the way your pretty bottom is so greedy for me.”
More humiliation heats my skin, but I don’t care. There is no one on this Earth I would debase myself for this way. Only him, my first love, my only, my everything.
My Daddy.
His groans fill the air as he buries himself completely in my bottom, his hips pressed up against my tender, welted flesh. “Fuck, Josie. You feel so fucking good on Daddy’s cock. I just need a minute, baby. Just a minute.”
Feeling impatient, I rock back against him with a soft whine, his cock scraping against my inner walls as I move on him the best I can with my arms still bound behind my back. “Daddy, please.”
