“You look good enough to eat, baby.” Lowering his head, Owen lapped at the trail of chocolate, his tongue following the sticky path, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
Muscles locked in a desperate attempt to keep herself from moving and making a mess, Julia closed her eyes and focused on the good. The feel of his tongue on her skin. The contrast of hot and cold when he moved to her nipple, sucking at the quickly melting cream.
But when he pressed a finger inside of her, she momentarily forgot herself, jerking at the unexpected sensation. “Daddy!”
His chuckle vibrated against her skin before he released her nipple. “Does that feel good, baby? Do you like it when Daddy plays with your pretty little kitty like this?”
“Y-yes.”
“Good girl. But don’t forget to stay still so we don’t make a mess, babygirl.”
“Sorry, Daddy.”
As he drew his finger out to swirl around her aching clit, he moved his attentions to her other nipple. A loud whine escaped, but since he hadn’t told her she couldn’t make noise, she didn’t bother to try and smother it. She needed some kind of outlet since she was all but bound to the table.
He released her nipple with a loud pop. “Delicious. Want a taste, baby?”
“Um, okay.”
To her shock, he pulled his hand away from her pussy, running the finger he’d been teasing her with through the pool of chocolate still left on her tummy. “Open.”
Almost as if she were in a trance, her lips parted for him, and he pushed the digit into her mouth. The sharp, tangy taste of her own juices mingled with the sweetness of the chocolate. Opening her eyes, she locked her gaze with his and sucked hard, her tongue swirling around his finger. The pale blue of his eyes heated instantly and his free fingers gripped her face in warning.
“You’re playing with fire, babygirl.”
Eyes still locked with his, she sucked again, using her tongue to tease just as she might his cock.
Jerking his finger from her mouth with a low growl, he gave her exposed pussy a hard smack. Pain shot through her, and she forgot all about staying still, her back arching up off the table as she cried out.
“Naughty girl. If you want Daddy’s cock in your mouth, that can be arranged.”
Excitement tangled with the nerves in her tummy, a delicious, heady mixture of emotion she’d missed for so long. During her time at the Ranch, she’d played with a few partners here and there, but she’d clung so tightly to the hope that Connor would one day see her in that way, she’d never really been able to fully submit to anyone the way she truly craved.
Now, there was no reason to hold back. Even if she only had this weekend with Owen, she could still feed that part of her soul which craved a man’s unyielding dominance.
Hooking his hands under her arms, Owen pulled her to the edge of the table with one swift movement that sent her heart racing and drove all thoughts of Connor and anyone else from her mind. With her shoulders right at the edge of the table, her head hung upside down, right at the perfect height for the generous bulge pressing against the zipper of his slacks.
Trepidation crept up her spine as he freed his cock from its confines, the swollen head pressing against her lips.
“Open wide, babygirl. Your safeword is two taps on the table. Show me.”
Lifting her hand, she smacked it twice against the smooth wood.
“Good girl.” With that, he thrust forward, his cock filling her mouth, cutting off her air. Short, shallow thrusts bumped against the back of her throat, and she instantly gagged around him.
He pulled out long enough for her to drag in two shaky breaths before he filled her mouth again. It left her with no doubt this was as much about teaching her a lesson as it was his own release.
She’d played with fire and now she was getting burned. By the time he pulled out again, her throat felt scorched, and each breath was like swallowing glass. Over and over again, he repeated the punishment, fucking her mouth and throat until he thrust one final time, his cum pouring down her throat. Instinctively, she swallowed every drop, sucking him dry before he finally pulled free.
Flushed and panting, she watched as he fixed his pants, his cock disappearing as if nothing had happened.
“Now, are you ready to be a good girl, or does Daddy need to send you to bed without your reward?”
Frantic at the thought of being denied, she tossed her head from side to side. “No, Daddy, I’ll be good, I promise!”
“That’s what I thought.” After carefully returning her to her previous position on the table, he moved to the opposite side and pulled up a chair. When he was seated, he lowered his head to her pussy, giving the bare folds a long, slow lick that nearly had her coming up off the table again.
“Daddy, please!”