Page 46 of Daddy's Reluctant Queen

“I can’t believe I almost fell for it,” I mutter as I retrieve several items—a riding crop, clothespins, rope, leg spreader. “You almost had me believing that you could be trusted.”

“Titus—”

“Shut. Up.” I bark at her.

She hesitates as I bring out a butt plug and lube. “What… what are you doing?”

“I am treating you the way I should have been all along. You are the daughter of my enemy. You don’t deserve kindness or respect from me. You deserve to be degraded. When I’m done with you, Princess, you’ll be begging for the gun.”

She just looks at me, her face flushed, her chest heaving. Jesus, what do I have to say to this woman to scare her?

“Take off your clothes.”

She does, pulling off the crop top she was wearing over her head. Again, her hair is unbraided. If falls around her shoulders as she undoes her bra. The lengths of her defiance all this time…

It ends now. Right fucking now.

I wait for her to pull off her jeans and panties. Then I grab her ankle and pull her to the end of the bed. I take the leg spreader and lock her ankles in.

“Attacking a brother,” I mutter as I grab the rope and tie her wrists together. “I’ve killed so many people for less. And this is the third time you’ve broken Cyril’s nose.”

She smirks a little, and I yank her arms up and over her head, pushing her down as I tie her to the headboard. I’ll wipe that grin off her face.

I step back and look at my work. She’s lying on the bed, her arms tied over her head, legs forced apart by the spreader bar chained to her ankles. Her rosy nipples are rock hard and thanks to her shaved pussy, I can see her clit and lips are glistening… but nowhere near enough.

I reach for the lube and the clothespins. “The game is simple this time,” I say to her. “You are not allowed to come. No matter what I do to you, not matter how wet that eager little pussy gets, you are not to come.”

She’s not smiling now. Her blue eyes water slightly. “I-I… You know I’m not good at?—”

“I didn’t tell you that you could speak,” I say as I put the first clothespin on her right nipple. She gasps, her nose wrinkling as she grimaces. I put the other clothespin on and she doesn’t make a sound. She just breathes with a shuddering breath.

I squeeze the contents of the lube over her bare pussy, then lift her legs up and drip it over her tight little asshole. She whimpers and I note her biting her lip, trying not to protest.

I’ve avoided fucking her ass all this time. I can’t believe I gave her that courtesy.

I hold her legs up with one hand, then slip two fingers into her asshole. She immediately tightens around it as she cries out. As I finger fuck her, I say, “I’m claiming this ass today. You don’t get to play coy with me, Princess.”

I slip another finger in and she arches her back. “Fuck,” she moans. “Titus?—”

I stop. “What did you call me?”

She looks up at me and blinks. “D-Daddy.”

“Better.” I rub my thumb over her lips. The lube and her juices have them slick. “All this time, I keep thinking that all this is punishment. But you like it, don’t you, slut? You like it when I hurt you.”

Her breaths are turning into moans. I slip a fourth finger in her ass and she gasps loudly and arches her back. “If you come, we start over. And the next time, I’m going to fucking fist this little asshole.”

“Please,” she begs, her voice a wispy, desperate moan.

“Shut your fucking mouth,” I growl. “If you don’t want my fist, you’d better breathe through this shit. You don’t want to fuck around and come, do you?”

“I… I don’t think I can take this— Oh!”

I take my fingers out and step away. “Keep your legs up.” She does, though her legs shake. I grab the butt plug.

“You’re going to take every bit of what I’m going to give you,” I say as I slide the butt plug into her ass. She breaths out a rough breath of air as she closes her eyes. I twist it around a little and she bites her lip, uttering short, squeaking moans. Her thighs shiver and she starts to lower them. I grab the bar and lift them up again, holding her spread eagle and exposed.

I grab the riding crop and run it down her leg, taunting her. Her eyes watch it as the leather slides down to her pussy and rests on her clit.