I moan and let go. “Yes.”
“Good.” He extends his forefinger under my nose. “Don’t fucking bite me ever again.”
* * *
Did you take your pill?
Yes, daddy.
Good girl. I won’t be at the theater today, I’ve got a meeting. But I’ll be there by the time you’ve changed out of your costume.
I come out of the dressing room and he’s there, waiting for me. He’s wearing wide leather bands around his wrists and is toying with a black collar on a silver chain. There’s a wolfish glint in his eyes and I know he means business.
Oh, I’ll get what I want.
“Holy crap,” I say, staring at him. “You look like a dom.”
He points over my shoulder. “Back in. And watch your mouth.”
When we’re in the dressing room and the door is closed he lays the collar to one side and undresses me roughly, squeezing my nipples and grabbing my ass, hard, making me gasp. I can’t take my eyes off him. The fierce look on his face makes me feel weak in the pit of my belly and not a drop of yesterday’s playful rebellion remains. I’m about to do whatever he tells me to do, and I can’t wait to do it.
My fairy wings are hanging up on a hook and he tells me to put them on.
Turning me toward the mirror, he orders me to watch as he puts the collar on me and then pulls the chain up so it’s tight around my throat. “Daddy’s going to fuck his spoiled little fairy, hard, the way he likes to, and princess is going to be a good girl and do what daddy says. Now, get on your knees.”
I sink to my knees and look up at him, using my good-little-girl eyes. I’m afraid of him and desperate for him at the same time. He’s been so careful of me since he became my dom. He said he wasn’t going to go easy on me to begin with, but I am sure he has. I’m grateful, as so many of these things we have done together have been new experiences, but now I’m ready for more—more of him and who he is. This is what he’s been holding back, and now he’s about to unleash himself on me.
“Jesus Christ, you are so fuckable,” he says as he wraps the chain around his hand.
“Daddy said a bad word,” I point out, though we both know he says fuck to me all the time.
“Daddy’s allowed to say bad words to his little fucktoy.” He unzips his trousers and eases himself out. His cock is thickening in his hand. Something about sitting at his knees while he looks at me, ferocious and dark eyes, is making me feel sweet, obedient and very, very horny. “Now, suck daddy’s cock.”
I take him into my mouth, running my tongue along the length of him and sucking on the tip. He holds the chain tightly, so that I can breathe, but only just.
“You look so pretty with a mouthful of cock, babygirl. Are you wet?”
I nod, not stopping what I’m doing.
“Show me.”
I reach down between my legs and stroke two fingers over myself. I hold them up so he can see.
“Lick them clean.”
I look him in the eye as I do, and then go back to him. He tightens his grip on the chain, grabs a fistful of my hair, and pushes deeper. I can barely breathe and my eyes water. I feel him deep in the back of my throat and it makes me think of him fucking me, hard, and I want him so badly there’s an ache between my legs. After a minute he pulls his cock from my lips and walks around behind me. He plants a foot on the center of my back so I fall forward. “Hands and knees.”
I plant my hands and arch my back. He gets down behind me, and I watch him in the mirror. He’s still fully clothed and something about seeing him all in black with those bands on his wrists, and me naked in silver wings, makes me feel like I do when he has me tied up—unfettered by worry or fear.
He strokes me for a moment, watching me closely. When I moan he takes his hand away. I feel the tip of his cock rub slowly against me. “Do you want me to fuck you, babygirl?”
“Please,” I whimper.
There’s a flicker of satisfaction on his face. “I thought you did.” Then he presses into me, hard, and I cry out.
“Open your eyes and watch daddy fuck you, kitten.” He’s got one hand holding tight to the leash and the other hooked into the harness of my wings.
I do as I’m told. He looks savagely beautiful. There’s something about the angle or the position or the way he’s thrusting into me that feels so damn good. I like being fucked by him. I like watching him take his pleasure in me, knowing that he’s been waiting for this for weeks, and now he’s got me trained, willing and wet and exactly how he wants me.