“We’re starting small,” he explained as he coated the metal with even more lube. “Eventually, we’ll work up to a larger plug, one that will help prepare you for Daddy’s cock. For now, this will be enough to keep your mind on what’s coming and to remind you that every inch of this stunning body belongs to me.”
“As if I could forget when I’m not even allowed to orgasm without your permission,” she shot back dryly.
“Fair enough.” Delighted by her sass, he pushed the plug into her bottom, grinning at the sight of her hole going white around the metal while she whined and squirmed on the throne.
When the plug was finally settled inside her, and her muscles had closed around the slender neck, he gave her bottom a gentle pat. “You took that plug so well, princess. Now let’s see how you take the rest.”
Aria
* * *
It was… odd, having a plug in her ass. Not painful, and not even as uncomfortable as she’d expected it to be, but definitely odd. And every time she shifted, her muscles seemed to clamp down around it, which would only serve to remind her again that it was there.
That her Daddy had put it there.
Parts of her still worried about how much she was enjoying his dominance. Enjoying being his good girl. But for the most part, she was content to simply exist here in this little bubble of sin and pleasure with him and forget the outside world with all its demands and expectations even existed.
That was what she chose to focus on as something hard and rubbery slid between her soaked pussy lips. It filled her, and with the plug in her ass, she’d never felt so… well, full. “What’s that?”
“You’ll see.”
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the toy came to life inside her. Part of the toy pressed against her clit, and in a fingersnap, pleasure flooded her body, making her clench around the two foreign objects inside her as she arched up with a cry.
“This will stay on while Daddy flogs that pretty bottom. You’re going to come with my welts all over you, and then you’re going to come again. And you’re going to keep coming until Daddy has decided you’ve had enough.”
Oh, sweet Jesus. He was going to kill her.
Behind her, she heard him moving again, and she wished once more she could actually see him. Something about being bound and blindfolded at the same time made her feel even more helpless than just being bound. At least that first time she’d been able to see, to prepare herself for what came next.
Now, though, she could only… wait.
At least she didn’t have to wait long. Cool air brushed over her backside a moment before something that was both soft and heavy lashed at her skin. It wasn’t painful, not the way she’d been prepared for, and she immediately relaxed.
Once, twice, three times the flogger kissed her bare skin, almost like a massage that drained the tension from her muscles. Even the pulsing between her thighs had lulled into something pleasant rather than urgent, and she settled in to enjoy herself.
Which proved to be a mistake.
Because just as she relaxed, the buzzing of the toy inside her increased, sending fresh shockwaves of pleasure through her system. Her shocked cries echoed around the room, mingling with the gentle thud of the flogger as it whipped across the tops of her thighs.
There was pain now, not so much as to be punishing, but little bites of it that drove her pleasure higher and higher. Her pussy spasmed around the toy inside her, which also caused her bottom to clench, reminding her of how very full she was.
Of how very needy she was.
“Daddy… Daddy, please.” Begging came naturally in this state, bound and on her knees, naked for the only man she had ever, would ever trust to see her like this. There was no shame here, only want and need and desperation as she writhed against her bonds.
“My beautiful princess.” Awe tinged his words, and she was reminded why he was the only man she trusted with this side of herself. Because unlike other men, he would never take her submission for granted. Her submission, like her, was something to be cherished and nurtured, not ground into the dirt. “Come for Daddy, Aria. Let me hear you scream for me.”
Again the buzzing increased, pleasure sharper than she could remember shooting through her veins. Shattering her as she did exactly as she was told and screamed his name.
Through it all, the flogger never faltered, kissing every inch of her bottom and thighs with those delicious little bites of pain that only made her pleasure more. More intense, more agonizing.
More perfect.
And he didn’t stop there. Didn’t give her so much as a chance to breathe, to think as he pushed her up and over that cliff again. To a place where pleasure became agony and pain twisted into indulgence.
“Again, Aria.”
“I can’t,” she sobbed, her mind and body both fractured by the constant storm of sensation he was forcing on her. “I can’t, please, I can’t.”
