Page 138 of Merciless Daddy

“No, Daddy.”

I placed the folded silk scarf in her right hand.

“This is your nonverbal safeword. You release it, and I stop.”

She closed her fingers around it. “I understand.”

“Good girl.”

Her thighs pressed together.

I reached for the blindfold.

“Last chance to change your mind.”

“No way, Daddy. I want this.”

I tied the silk over her eyes. Not tight. Enough that the room vanished for her.

Her breathing changed immediately. I leaned over her, close enough for my mouth to brush her ear.

“Can you hear me?”

“Yes.”

“Do you feel safe?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good.”

I kissed her throat.

Only that.

Her head tipped back. Her mouth opened on a soft breath. I kissed the hollow beneath her jaw. Then the line of her collarbone. My fingertips traced her ribs, slow enough that she shivered before I reached her waist.

She arched.

“Daddy.”

“I’m here.”

“Touch me.”

“I am touching you.”

“Touch me more . . .”

I kissed the side of her breast. Not her nipple. I let my breath move over the tightened peak without giving her the contact she wanted.

She made an angry little sound.

It was beautiful.

My fingers traveled down her stomach, over the inside of her thigh, then away again. Her legs opened.

I moved between them only long enough for her to attempt a trap. Her thighs snapped around my hips.