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“That’s why I’m going to let you come. But be careful what you wish for, baby.”
He goes back to the cabinet and puts a few things in his pocket, then returns in front of me. The woman on the screen is moaning while the man watches her play with her pussy.
“Hold still.”
He attaches something to my right nipple that makes me whimper. The bite is sharp, and I try to shift in the chair but can’t. He adjusts the tension and does the same to my left. A chain hangs between them, and every time I breathe it pulls and sends a jolt straight between my legs.
“Fuck.” I look down at the chain across my chest.
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small vibrator and his phone. The device buzzes to life when he presses a button on his phone. He moves behind me and leans down so his breath is hot against my ear. “Now watch the screen.”
He slides the longer piece of the toy inside me, but it doesn’t go very far. The top presses against my clit, and my pussy holds the toy in place.
My hips buck off the chair as far as the ties allow, and the clamps pull tight. I cry out. The vibration is steady and constant, buzzing right where I need it. He steps back and leaves the toy pressed against me.
“Watch your movie, little one. And don’t close your eyes. Or you won’t like what happens.”
On screen, the older man is now fingering the woman while she moans for him. I watch while the vibrator hums against my clit and the clamps send pain through my nipples that makes everything more intense.
The first orgasm catches me off guard. It builds slowly and then crests as I arch against the restraints and cry out. My thighs try to close but can’t, and the vibrator doesn’t stop. The aftershocks keep rolling while the sensation turns almost painful.
“That’s one.” Rhett’s voice is calm from beside me. “Keep watching.”
The second one comes faster. My body is oversensitive, and the vibrator is relentless. I come again with a sob. My wrists pull against the rope and my back arches off the chair and tears stream down my cheeks. It’s so intense, and I can’t separate the pleasure from the overwhelm.
On screen, the woman moans as the man grips her throat. She calls him Daddy, and every piece of my body responds. I moan because I feel that word in my cunt.
The third orgasm rips through me so hard my vision goes white. I scream and pull against every restraint. My body doesn’t know the difference between pleasure and too much anymore. I’m crying and moaning. The vibrator won’t stop, and I’m dripping so much that my ass would slide off the chair if I wasn’t tied to it.
“Please.” I’m gasping, shaking. “Rhett, please.”
He steps in front of me, blocking the screen. He looks down at me, taking in the tears on my cheeks, my soaked and dripping pussy. I don’t even know what I’m begging for anymore. The vibrator is still buzzing and my body aches from the intensity. I can’t take another orgasm but I also can’t stop the next one from building.
“Please, Daddy.”
My cheeks burn, but I don’t take it back. I’m tied to a chair, soaked, wrecked, crying, and all I want is for him to make me his.
He leans down and his hand grips my throat. I want him to cut off my air. To make it so I can’t fucking breathe while I come. As if he heard my thoughts, he squeezes tighter.
“You sure you want me to be your Daddy, baby?” His voice is low and rough and his thumb presses into my pulse. “Because Daddy likes it rough.”
“Yes.” I don’t hesitate.
His grip tightens on my throat. I struggle with what little breath I have and my eyes go wide. I come again, unable to stop myself. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve come.
He pulls his phone from his pocket with his free hand and taps the screen. The vibrator inside me kicks to a higher setting. My hips jerk, and I gasp against his grip. “Daddy doesn’t go easy. I’m not going to stop when you cry. And Daddy expects his good girl to take everything he gives her.”
“I can take it.” My voice is thin from his hand on my throat, but I mean it. I want everything he has. I want him to break me open and find out what’s inside.
“We’ll see.” He releases my throat and straightens up. He unzips his pants and pulls his cock out with one hand. I notice the metal from a barbell piercing. Fuck. This man has a pierced dick. A thick, long, pierced dick, and I want it in every hole I have.
He wraps his hand around the base, stroking slowly. My lips part as I take in the size of him.
“Open your mouth.”
I open. His hand comes back to my throat before his cock touches my lips. He holds me there, then brushes the precum on the tip of his dick across my bottom lip.
“So fucking gorgeous, little one.”
