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The thick head of his cock presses against my entrance. "Color?"

"Green," I gasp. "Please, Daddy."

He pushes inside me in one slow, deep thrust, and I cry out at the stretch, the fullness, the overwhelming sensation of being completely claimed.

"Fuck," he groans, his hands gripping my hips. "You feel so good, Ivy. So fucking perfect."

He starts to move, slow and deep at first, letting me adjust to the angle. With my hands bound behind my back, I can't brace myself, can't control anything. I'm completely at his mercy, and it's the most erotic thing I've ever experienced.

"You're so good for me," he says, his voice rough with praise. "Taking everything I give you. Trusting me."

He picks up the pace, his cock hitting that spot inside me that makes me see stars. One hand slides around to my front, his fingers finding my clit.

"I want you to come again," he commands. "Come on Daddy's cock."

"I don't know if I can⁠—"

"You can." His fingers circle my clit with perfect pressure. "You will. Because Daddy says so."

The combination of his cock filling me and his fingers on my clit is overwhelming. I feel the orgasm building, tightening, and then it slams through me.

"Four!" I scream, my body convulsing around him.

"That's it," he murmurs. "That's my good girl."

He fucks me through it, his movements becoming more urgent, more demanding. Then he pulls out suddenly, and I whimper at the loss.

"I'm going to untie you now," he says, his hands working the belt free from my wrists. "How do your hands feel?"

"Good," I pant. "I'm good."

"Color?"

"Green," I manage. "Still green."

"Good." He rubs circulation back into my wrists, checking them carefully. Then he flips me onto my back, spreads my thighs wide, and hooks my legs over his shoulders.

"I want to see your face when you come again," he says, positioning himself at my entrance. "I want to watch you fall apart for me."

He pushes back inside me in one hard thrust, and the new angle makes me gasp. He's so deep like this, hitting places that make my vision blur.

"Daddy," I gasp, and he groans.

"Say it again."

"Daddy, please⁠—"

"Please what?" He sets a relentless pace, his hand sliding between us to find my clit again.

"Make me come again."

"How many is that going to be?"

"Five," I sob.

"That's right. Five." His fingers circle my clit with perfect pressure. "And you're going to give it to me because you're such a good girl for Daddy."

The orgasm builds fast and hard, and when it hits, I scream, my nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure crashes through me.