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It was raw, fevered. She could see beads of sweat forming on his skin and she knew he was close to orgasm. She ached so badly to touch him, to take his erection in her hands and guide him, but she could only stand helplessly, waiting for him to finish using her as his personal plaything.
The taste of his cock changed, and suddenly her mouth was full of hot, sticky, sweet cum and his gradually softening cock.
He grabbed the post behind her and leaned back panting and spent, she had no choice but to swallow, repeating the action until every drop was gone, and all that was left was the salty aftertaste and his balls, which were tickling her chin.
"Oh god," he moaned, jumping backwards down from the bed with more agility that she would have imagined an English professor to have. "That felt good, pet. So damn good. You made your Daddy very happy, and now it's time for your reward."
He still didn't untie her, not even when he sank to the floor on his knees and pushed her bound legs to part until she had no balance but the rope around her waist. He wedged between her legs, with his face smashed into her pussy, holding her thighs to keep her from falling.
"I have wanted to taste you all day," he admitted breathlessly, as he stroked her folds with a reverence that made her gasp. When his fingers found her clit, his touch was soft and almost too gentle. He flicked softly, sending a shockwave of arousal up her body. She was flushed and panting, ready to explode and he had barely started. With a soft mewl of pleasure, she arched her back, and thrust her hips toward him, begging for his touch. She needed his lips, and the release he had promised.
"Daddy, please," she whispered, unable to stop herself.
"Please?" He flicked her clit again and gave it a soft squeeze. "You like that? You want more of that?"
Whimpering, she shook her head.
"No? That's not what you want? Maybe you want my fingers inside you, like this?"
She watched as he licked two fingers, pushing his hand between her legs. Her pussy convulsed as they entered her roughly, fucking her with abandon, giving no heed to her pleasure or pain. It was rough and delicious at once. She didn't want him to stop, but she still wanted more.
"Mmm… mmm mmm," she breathed, shoving her spine against the post behind her as she pushed her body toward him, wordlessly begging for more.
"Mmm mmm?" he repeated, cocking his head as if perplexed. "Oh, I know. You must want Daddy's tongue. Is that what you want? Do you want Daddy to lap you up, like the pretty kitty lapped up her milk?"
"Yes!" she screamed, not even surprised when the shockwave of pain warmed the side of her ass where he smacked it.
She stopped and stared at him, nervously nibbling her lower lip as she met his eyes.
"Do not scream at me again, pet, or you'll go straight to bed, without your reward. What's that expression? Rode hard and put away wet? Is that how you want this night to end?"
"No," she whispered, shaking her head emphatically at the suggestion of such cruel torture. “I'm sorry. I'm not in charge. I won't scream at you again."
His fingers were still inside of her, and he thrust them ruthlessly, holding her gaze, daring her to squirm or protest. "Damn straight, you won't," he responded. "Eyes on the ceiling."
It killed her to obey, when she wanted nothing more than to watch his every move, but she knew she must. Release was being dangled in front of her, but it could be yanked away at any moment. That wasn’t a risk she was willing to take.
Tears of pent up frustration pricked at her eyelids as she turned her face toward the ceiling. Her body was weary, spent with exhaustion, and tingling with anticipation at the same time. The silk ties bit into her skin where she had struggled against them, the plug pushed further into her ass as it bumped against the bedpost. She could feel his marks all over her body and all she wanted was his mouth on her.
He was taking his sweet time, mercilessly fucking her with his fingers, teasing and torturing her. She was determined not to come from his fingers alone, but if he didn’t ease up, she wouldn't have a choice. He was so close. She could feel his hot breath on her pussy and her bikini line, and she had to bite her tongue to keep herself from crying out when he licked her there, in the crevice between her pussy and legs.
And finally, when she thought she might draw blood if she bit any harder, when real tears had started to track unbidden down her cheeks, he gave her what she was craving. It was slow at first. Not just slow, but intermittent. His tongue flicked against her and retreated so quickly she thought she might have imagined it. Before she had time to question her own sanity, it was back, and this time there was no mistaking it. He wrapped his free arm around her thigh and used his fingers to pull her pussy lips open wide. His tongue was wide and thick and skilled, as it lapped against her most private places.
"Oh!" she cried as it slowly entered her. If she had her hands free, she would have stuck a fist in her mouth to keep herself quiet. After hours of pain and being used as Daddy’s personal sex slave, rag doll and whipping girl, the pleasure rolled through her with unmatched intensity. She could feel the orgasm building inside of her, rolling through her body in waves. He drank her in, touching her in ways she swore she had never felt, and those waves of pleasure came to a crest.
Her body flushed hot from the inside out. Every nerve screamed. She writhed, frantic as the release hit, arching wildly and throwing her body back against the post as she pushed herself closer to him. He was already inside of her, his fingers, his tongue. His face was smashed between her legs, and he held her so tightly she knew his finger marks would be embedded in her ass, but she couldn't get enough.
She longed for the freedom to run her hands through his hair and run her fingers down his back. She wanted so badly to touch him and be close to him. She needed everything he was giving and more. But she was bound, and she could only take what he offered.
His tongue pressed against her clit. He worked it in circles all around the pulsating tip, stopping every so often to suckle and nip in all the right places, and the waves of tension that had been swelling anew now crashed inside her.
"Daddy!" she sobbed as the release washed through her and the orgasm came quick and hard, leaving her limp against the bedpost, her legs like jelly struggling to hold her up.
She looked down then; unable to help herself, and saw him licking his lips, resting on his haunches as he grinned at her, once more the cat that ate the canary. Except, she was the cat and he was the Daddy, and her legs were melting.
She liked it this way.
Holy hell. It was one a.m., and he couldn’t be happier to have finally allowed his submissive to come.
