“The tiniest, silliest pleated skirt I could find.” He pulls his hand out from behind the couch and he’s holding it. It’s pale pink and very short. He narrows his eyes at me. “Daddy’s going to fuck you in it.”
His expression reminds me of how he looked in my dressing room when he told me what he was going to do to his spoiled little fairy. I reach for the skirt. “Can I put it on now?”
“Only if you want me to fuck you now.”
There’s no question about that and I stand up and wriggle out of my clothes. He undoes the skirt and holds it out to me so I can step into it. “Oh, kitten,” he breathes as I stand in front of him between his knees
. He smooths his hands up my waist and over my breasts, and then down over the skirt to caress my behind. “I’m going to do very bad things to you.”
He takes me through to the bedroom and tells me to lie down while he undresses. Looking at me thoughtfully, he says, “But first I’m going to try something.” Sitting cross-legged on the bed he hooks both of my legs over his knees so that I’m spread wide before him. It doesn’t make me shy or apprehensive anymore, being exposed like this, and I’m wet with anticipation as he pushes two fingers inside me, right up to the knuckles. I bite my lip and moan.
“Touch yourself, babygirl. I want you to come.”
The little skirt gives me an idea, and I say, “But, daddy, I wouldn’t know how.”
Something flares in his eyes, like the first time I called him that. “Oh, is that so? Do you want daddy to teach you?”
I keep my expression innocent as he reaches for my right hand and sucks my fingers. “Touch just there, babygirl, and rub yourself in little circles like how daddy does with his tongue.” He moves my hand for me, then lets go and watches as I keep going.
“Am I doing it right if I feel all tingly and warm?”
His free hand flexes on my thigh as if he’s fighting to keep his composure. “You’re doing it right for daddy, princess. He wants to fuck you so badly right now.”
I can’t keep hold of my virtuous expression any longer as his fingers rub hard on my g-spot. My back arches and my finger falls away as I come. But he doesn’t stop rubbing inside me and to my surprise another orgasm gathers quickly on the tail of the last one, deeper this time, and I come again even though I’m not touching myself. When it subsides I look up at him in surprise, breathing hard. “That’s never happened before.”
He leans over me, bracing his hands either side of my head. He looks pleased, and more wolfish than ever. “I know. Oh, babygirl.” His fingers, still damp from being inside me, trail over my lips.
“You look even more pleased than I feel.”
“I am pleased. If you can do that it won’t be long until you can come when I’m fucking you, and I really, really want that. So will you.” His eyes narrow and he looks down at me. Suddenly he flips me over. “Put your hands behind your back.”
I do, and he reaches into a bedside table and out comes the pink rope. He straddles me and starts binding my arms and shoulders, taking his time over the elaborate knots and twists. When he’s finished he gets up off the bed and goes out of the room. I hear a metallic tsing, and then the sound of a knife being sharpened. He comes back holding a small, pointed kitchen knife about three inches long.
My eyes widen. “What’s that for?”
He places it on the bedside table. “Safety.”
“Safety?”
“Yes. Yours. In case you panic and I need to get you out of the ropes quickly, or if your circulation is being cut off.” He lifts my hips and places pillows beneath them so that my ass is in the air. My eyes are still glued to the knife. Only a dom would bring a knife into the bedroom for safety.
But I don’t have much leisure to think as he’s behind me, his tongue licking me in long, slow strokes from my clit all the way up to my ass. I squeal with the unexpectedness of it, as well as the pleasure. “Do you remember what I promised I was going to do, babygirl?” he says between licks.
“Um. Fu—have me in this little skirt?” His tongue presses into my ass a little and I remember.
“I’m already having that. I’m going to fuck you with the plug in your ass.” He leans over and takes it out of the drawer along with a small bottle of lube.
I remember how strange yet pleasurable it felt the last time and my back arches. “Yes, daddy.”
I hear him growl behind me. “Good girl.”
The lube is cold and I gasp, but I forget about it as soon as I feel him pushing the plug into me. I bite my lip and moan as it slides all the way in. I’m completely at his mercy, bound and propped open and filled just how he wants me. His fingers are inside me again and he’s telling me how pretty I look in the skirt with the plug in my ass, all done up in pink rope, and then his fingers are gone and he’s inside me.
“You’re so tight, kitten.” He reaches beneath me and rubs circles on my clit as he fucks me slowly. I can feel myself edging toward orgasm when he stops and presses on the plug.
“Babygirl?”
“Yes, daddy?” I reply, panting.