“Oh, no need to fuss my little pixie princess. Papa’s going to take care of you, promise. Haven’t I made you feel good?”
She had to pinch her lips between her teeth but she managed to nod as he ground one of her nipples between his clever fingers and made her cry out.
“Yes, Papa, but oh, please…”
“Please what, baby?”
Cosima wanted to swallow the mewl that was climbing her throat but it made it out anyway, high-pitched and desperate. She hated it when Papa made her say these things out loud, but he loved it, and knew it made her soaking wet. Not that she hadn’t been from the second he’d buckled her into the cuffs, but there was a pulse of wanting between her legs.
“Please, Papa, fuck me. Fill me up, stuff me full with your cock, please, I feel so empty without you.”
“Hmm,” he hummed, still abusing one nipple between his fingers, and then taking hold of the other to give it the same rough treatment, making her pant. “Don’t want that. I always want my Coco to feel nice and full. Everywhere.”
Oh. Oh yes but also oh no and just…she really was going to cry if this took too long. She flexed her limbs in the ties that held her and Papa chuckled because he’d made sure she couldn’t get far. Wicked, evil man. Who she loved with every ounce of herself.
Cosima cried out her frustration when he released his vicious hold on her nipples but quieted as Papa took a couple steps back. Far enough so she could watch him undress. It was absolute torture to not be able to touch him as he shed his clothes but she’d get to touch him as much as she liked later.
Papa loved cuddles, and if she seemed truly distraught he’d undo enough ties to allow her to touch him now. She wasn’t, it was just that Veruca feeling of wanting it now. For now she’d be good and let him take his sweet time, even as she hungered to hold onto his broad, freckled shoulders while he pounded into her with that thick cock that was so engorged, it barely bobbed as he stalked toward her.
Before he got to her, though, he swiped a few things off the table—there weren’t many left—and then deposited them on her tummy so he wouldn’t have to hold them all while he worked. What an evil papa he was.
His lips formed a lopsided sly smile as he worked her nipples a bit before subjecting her sore, distended peaks to the harsh bite of clover clamps. Cosima gasped as he attached each one and then whimpered when he dropped the chain connecting them on her ribcage. Big huge meanie.
She wasn’t surprised at all when she heard the snick of a bottle of lube being popped, or when Papa circled her back entrance with a slick finger.
“Relax, sweetheart. Let Papa in. That’s a good girl. I’m gonna fill you up, crack you open, just like you wanted so be a good sweet girl and let me push this fat plug into your tight little asshole.”
It wasn’t the biggest she’d taken, but it wasn’t the smallest either. She breathed in and focused on loosening her muscles, and when she breathed out and bore down slightly, Papa slid the plug home and then tapped on the flared base, making jolts of arousal sizzle through her whole body.
“There we go, nice and snug. But I still don’t think that’s enough.”
It was nowhere near enough.
He pressed a ball into the palm of her hand, closed her fingers around it before shaking it gently. It jingled softly, and she knew it’d be louder if she shook it hard.
“I’m going to fill up all your holes, even your mouth, so this is your safe word now. You drop it if you need to stop.”
“Yes, Papa.”
* * *
Ian
Fuck was she ever gorgeous like this. Suspended in his net of ropes, ass plugged, nipples clamped, eyes wide and laser-focused on him. Helpless, because she trusted him. Trusted him not tonothurt her—because she wanted to be hurt—but to not hurt her too much.
His head often felt like it was going to boil over with big feelings like rage and frustration, like he might explode in a fiery ball of violence and aggression, although he’d learned to control it way better in large part to Huds. But now his brain felt like a sponge so saturated with love and adoration that it was leaking out of his ears. Thank fuck for the universe bringing Coco into their lives, although he’d wished she’d been able to take a different route to get here.
Ian took the inflatable gag from where it rested on his sweetheart’s tummy, fed the short cock shape into her mouth before buckling it around her neck and giving the bulb a couple squeezes. He stopped when she squeaked even though she could take more. Pushing her wasn’t the point of today. It rarely was in their playtime, he’d leave that to Ry.
But now that he had her mouth and her sweet little bottom filled, he could take advantage of her pussy which was no doubt soaking wet. Predictable little pixie.
He’d fashioned the ropes into a makeshift sex swing, careful to get the height right for him to plow into her, but first things first.
Ian stood between Coco’s thighs and drank in the sight of her before teasing her clit with one finger and enjoying the show of her writhing in her bonds. Oh my yes, she was lovely. He wouldn’t torture her for long as much as he enjoyed it, he’d tortured her enough. Mindful of the plug, he slid a finger inside her slick channel and laid a hand over her mound so he could use a thumb to toy with her clit. Between the penetration and that, she wouldn’t last long, and frankly she wouldn’t need to. He was on the edge, his cock throbbing angrily between his legs. A second finger and then a third had her hips bucking as she chased her pleasure.
Once his princess was making short, breathy noises of desperation, he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his dick, pressing into her cunt with a single, easy slide. No matter how many times he got inside her, he was never quite prepared for the hot, precious grip of her pussy.
He let out a groan as he bottomed out, grazing her cervix which elicited a guttural noise from the delicate creature underneath him. Nah, she was more like those tiny wizened trees that grew on the side of mountains—might not look like much but they’d stood up to harsher conditions than hardier looking plants would survive. Like something out of a fairytale.