He moves his lips to my ear. voice low and dangerous. “I’m going to tie you up and fuck you hard and fast while you call me Daddy.”
His words send a shiver all the way down my spine. My pussy clenches, slick heat soaking my shorts.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he adds. “But I won’t hold back.”
I swallow. I should be nervous. Scared, even. But all I feel is heat building under my skin.
“What if I don’t want you to?” I whisper.
Then he kisses me—different this time. It’s deep and potent at the same time, his mouth moving against mine with an intensity I didn’t know he had. When it ends, we’re both breathing hard, and I’mdazed and aching for more.
“Strip,” he orders.
My body moves on its own. I quickly tug off my tank top and shorts under his hungry stare. His sharp inhale sends heat pooling at my core. I watch him pull his own clothes off. My gaze drops to his cock, already leaking pre-cum.
Then he stops, glancing down at himself with a low, rueful sound.
“Not like this,” he mutters. “I’ve been hauling lumber all day. I’m filthy.” His eyes come back to me, and they go dark. “But I’m not done with you, so here’s what’s going to happen.” He crosses to the bed, picking up a tie from the dresser on the way, and the sight of it makes my pulse leap. “Hands behind your back, angel. On the bed.”
I climb onto the bed, and he binds my wrists with the tie, looping it loosely to the headboard. He tests the give with a tug, watching my face the whole time. Whatever he sees there makes his jaw tighten.
“You’re going to wait for me,” he says, low. “I’m going to shower, and you’re going to stay just like this and think about what I’m going to do to you when I get back.” His mouth grazes my shoulder. “Don’t come. Don’t even try. Understand?”
My whole body is humming. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
Then he’s gone, and I hear the water start.
It’s torture. I strain to listen over the rush of it, picturing him under the spray. My clit throbs. Wetness pools beneath me. My nipples ache to the point of pain. Every sense is heightened—my hearing, my skin, the need to be touched and to touch. The room is thick and pulsing.
Seconds turn into minutes. One minute into two, then five. With every breath, the need climbs higher until it chokes me.
“Please, Daddy,” I whisper to the empty room, though he can’t hear me.
The urge to press my thighs together for any scrap of relief is the only thought I have. But I don’t. I made him a promise. So I just whimper. Beg. Tremble. Need is the only thing left in me.
Finally, footsteps. The water’s stopped. I exhale shakily, waiting. A dark shape moves into my periphery, and I turn to find Noah—clean now, hair damp, skin still flushed from the heat, hard as stone.
He clicks his tongue. “I told you not to turn around, angel.”
“I—”
“You almost made it.” A slow, dark smile. “Almost. That’s still a punishment.”
I don’t care. All I can think about is relief.
He kneels behind me and caresses my ass, sending tingles down my spine. My over sensitized skin lights up. My hips buck, and my arousal slides down my thighs. A loud whimper slips from my parted lips.
Suddenly, a loud smack lands on my ass. “Ah!” I jerk, then tremble.
The need to soothe the sting is overwhelming, but I can’t. The pain blooms into heat, spreading, sinking into my skin down to my core. Another spank. Another loud moan. I reach out to grip the headboard as my pussy clenches hard.
Another smack. A long mewl of need spills out of me. The heat keeps building, and then the spanks come faster. Rhythmic. I start to thrash, chasing my release any way I can. The fire has become a raging inferno, ravaging me from the inside.
One touch on my pussy, and I’ll shatter. So I beg. I plead. I wail. “Please, Daddy! I’m sorry. I— want to come, p-please.”
I don’t care anymore. The shy, soft girl is gone, and in her place is a writhing mess. Then, he stops. “No!” I shout. I just need release.
