Chapter Nineteen
“Mmm!”
That was the only noise she could get out from behind the damn gag. It embarrassed her but there was also something so freeing about Vance having bound her up, spread her out, and restricted her speech. She couldn’t do anything he didn’t really want her to do. So that sound? He must like it. And the truth of it was, she liked it too, what it represented. No responsibilities, no expectations, just helplessly submitting to the pleasure he was intent on forcing on her. That was so…terrible.
As was the way he was parting her labia further apart with his thumbs before clamping them and stretching them further. Another feral noise forced from her throat at the bite of the clamps into her tender flesh and the exposure of her most private parts as he affixed the clamps to what she’d thought was just a decorative chain harness around her pelvis. She should’ve known better.
Not that Vance didn’t enjoy making her pretty—he seemed to really enjoy brushing her hair and picking out her clothes—but if there was a way to decorate and torment her at the same time, he’d go with that option. Then again, so would she.
Vance grinned up at her from between her thighs and wiggled his fingers. “Look, Lil, no hands.”
She made an indignant “mmph,” and he chuckled.
“Don’t be such a grumpy baby,” he tutted. “That just means I can do things like this…”
Her daddy slipped his thumbs into her pussy and stroked them along the thin wall of flesh separating them from the plug he’d inserted. A small but unsubtle reminder of what he’d done to her that had her eyes rolling back in her head. So lewd but sensual at the same time, which pretty much described anytime they kinked or fucked.
But of course Vance didn’t stop there because he liked to overwhelm her, short-circuit her brain. That was okay, she guessed. And maybe bucked her hips when his mouth made contact with her clit.
A slow firm lick with his broad tongue, followed by feather light kisses and darting nips to her labia and mound while she struggled against her mound because ugh, that wicked man.The first thing, she wanted to tell him.Do that again. But he didn’t because he was an exasperating asshat.
At least he was an exasperating asshat with a very talented mouth.Fuck. He had her on the edge and begging in no time, rattling her bonds but trying her best not to shake the ball clutched in her fingers. If he stopped because he thought she’d asked him to she would be grateful, yes, but wouldn’t be able to tell him so because she would also be dead.
Finally, finally, he took pity on her and redoubled his efforts, slowly but soundly fucking her cunt with his thick thumbs and latching onto her clit with his lips, flicking his tongue against the sensitive bud until her back arched and her body plummeted into the depths of an absolutely staggering orgasm that consumed her.
Without being able to move hardly at all, the energy he’d released had nowhere to go except inward and she shuddered and shook in her bonds, feeling as though she might implode with pleasure. Her daddy prolonged the pleasurable agony by releasing the clamps and she swore wordlessly behind her gag.
Never thought she’d have a prep school rugby captain scrummaging between her thighs—she still didn’t totally know what that meant despite Vance trying to explain it several times—but here she was and Sisters of Mercy she wasn’t sorry. No, she was too breathless and too wrecked to care.
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He eased Lil through her climax, stroking her limbs and her hair, peppering her with praise. The way she trusted him to see this depraved and carnal part of her gave him the deepest satisfaction. Not to mention the noises she made, the lovely struggle of her muscles as she fought her bondage, the pulsing of her cunt around his thumbs that made his cock throb with jealousy.
Vance didn’t release her but surrounded her as well as he could with his body, petted and soothed her while she came down from the high of her orgasm. Such a pretty little creature with dazed, wide eyes that she blinked open and focused on him.
“Oh, see now? That was worth the wait, wasn’t it, little girl?”
If it was possible for someone to scowl behind a pacifier gag, Lilith did. But then she huffed and turned her so her cheek pressed into his chest. Yes, she could look dark and scary but really his lil bit was so soft and just wanted affection.
He cuddled her for a while, letting her come back into her body from wherever she’d floated off to, pressed kisses to the top of her head and palmed her cheek. Once she’d caught her breath and settled, though, all bets were off. He’d made a promise and he aimed to keep it. Unless she objected of course.
“Lil?”
She tipped her head up and gazed at him with those unfathomable black eyes. He knew they were contacts—had seen her without on rare occasions—but she looked stranger to him with the chestnut irises now. They just weren’t…her.
“You good for more?”
A nod.
“Want me to take out your gag or are you alright?”
He rolled his eyes at himself for asking a question that couldn’t be answered yes or no, but luckily Lil was clever enough to get around it and gave him a thumbs up.
“We’ll leave it then,” he confirmed and she nodded.
If they hadn’t been fucking several times a week, if he hadn’t trained her ass himself, and if he weren’t certain she’d safe out if she needed to, he wouldn’t chance it. But as things were, he loved the idea of making her come with him fucking her tight asshole while she sucked on her paci. Fucking perverted for sure but they weren’t hurting anyone and he’d rather tear off his right arm than harm his lil bit so it’s not like they were bad people.
He would, to be safe, have her face-to-face so he could watch her expression and not rely solely on a signal to assure himself he wasn’t forcing too much on her. Save the from-behind rutting for when he could enjoy her full symphony of sounds.