Because you’ll never forgive me if I tell you.“I just can’t. Please, please don’t make me tell you, Daddy.”
“Hmmm.” Setting the now silent toy between her thighs, where she could feel it pressing uselessly against her clit, he turned back to the array of devices he’d retrieved from the hutch. “Let’s take things up a notch and see if that doesn’t convince you to talk.”
He turned back to her holding what looked like two small silver clamps. Their purpose became clear when he rolled a nipple between his fingers, forcing the small bud into a hard point.
At first, the pressure wasn’t too bad. It felt like he’d gripped her nipple with his fingers and gently squeezed. The sensation was actually rather pleasant, right up to the moment he tightened the clamp.
Electric jolts of pain shot straight from her breasts to her core. “Daddy, please,” she begged, panting. “It hurts. Take it off!”
“Why were you in my bedroom last night?” he pressed.
“I can’t tell you!”
“Then I can’t take them off,piccolina.And I’m afraid I can’t allow you to come, either.”
A sob tore from her throat when he turned the vibrator back on, deliberately placed so that it sent waves and waves of painful pleasure through her, but not anywhere near where she needed it to be to give her the release she was so desperate for.
“Please. Please.”
“Are you ready to talk?”
“C-can’t.”
“Pity.” But he didn’t sound at all remorseful about the torture he was inflicting on her.
The buzzing stopped and she nearly wept with the combination of relief and frustration flooding her. Never in her life had an orgasm seemed so out of reach and so close at the same time. And never in her life had she craved it the way she did right then.
“You practice yoga, correct? I seem to remember Gio telling me he was searching for a yogi for private instructions.”
“Y-yes.” What the hell did her workout routine have to do with anything?
She got her answer when he unhooked her wrist restraints from the midsection of the headboard and moved them to the opposite corners. From the table beside the bed, he produced a second, larger set of cuffs, which he snapped around her ankles.
“Tell me if I stretch you too far. I want to hurt you, not break you. Well.” His smirk was smugness personified. “At least not physically.”
Oh, God.
Each ankle was brought up to the headboard and hooked to the same rings as her wrists. When he was finished, she was spread wide, no part of her hidden from his view.
“Time for the grand finale,piccolina.” Sure fingers slipped the buttons of his shirt from their holes so he could shrug the garment off.
Apparently, she wasn’t the only one in the room who took care of her body. He was magnificent—solid pecs with a sprinkle of dark hair, perfect six-pack abs. And, she discovered when he stripped away the rest of his clothing, he was just as magnificent from the waist down as he was from the waist up.
“Relax for me, Amara.” His voice had gone husky with need, letting her know he was as affected by this whole scenario as she was. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Whimpering, she did her best to relax her muscles as he reached for the plug she’d nearly forgotten about. She felt a tug, and a bite of pain as the fullest part of it slipped free. When it was completely gone, she was surprised to find she felt empty without it.
The bed dipped when Daddy knelt in front of her. And it was in that moment, trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey with her pussy and asshole on full display that she remembered his promise from earlier that morning.Holding this plug in your bottom all day will make it easier for you to take Daddy’s cock tonight.
“Daddy, please.” Her plea was little more than a whisper.
“Relax, little one. The more you fight me, the more it will hurt.”
It was all the warning he gave before he began pushing his way inside of her. Bound as she was, there was little she could do to escape the punishing intrusion.
But even more disconcerting than his threats and her helplessness was how her body responded to both. She’d always expected having her ass fucked would be more pain than pleasure, which was why she’d never bothered. And there was pain, biting, stinging pain as his cock stretched her in ways she’d never been stretched. But the pleasure, the unexpected jolts of pleasure far outweighed the pain.
When he was fully seated inside of her, he began to rock. Gently, at first, as if he were giving her time to adjust to having his cock moving in and out of her this way. Each movement was a new shock of pain, a new wave of pleasure. Harder and faster he moved, until he was properly fucking her ass.