“Yes, Daddy.” My voice was shaky when I replied, “I’ll say it if it hurts or I want to stop.”
“Such a good girl.” James rewarded me with a sweet kiss. It was sloppy and messy, making my heart flutter and head dizzy. I wanted to touch his face. My wrists tugged at the knot he made, a whimper eliciting out from my throat when I couldn’t move them.
“Mmm,” he rumbled, pulling away, gliding his hands underneath my tee shirt. “I’m going to make you cry a little, okay, Princess?”
“M-my hands… James—Daddy,” I corrected quickly, tugging again, but it wouldn’t budge. I was tied up, alone, and at his mercy.
He smiled again. But it was deliciously wicked. “I like them tied up, Princess, you don’t?”
I shook my head, gasping when his hand slid down my shorts, rubbing me through the soaked panties.
“Liar,” he crooned, circling my clit and making my back arch. “Your pussy is sopping wet, my pretty little slut. Admit it. You like being tied up and punished by Daddy,hm?”
I groaned and panted through his ministrations, drowning in the warm glow that spread all over me and was ready to burst. But he pulled away before I could orgasm, making me cry out and yank at my bound wrists harder.
“P-please, Daddy. I want to cum. Fuck me.” I didn’t care I was babbling or outright begging him, but I was wet and desperate to feel him inside me. And by the look of the boner tenting his pants, he was, too.
“Shh, sweet slut.” He ran his hands through my tee shirt and scrunched the fabric on each side. “Let me take my time with you.” My mouth fell apart when he yanked, tearing the fabric and throwing off the shreds, eyeing my poking nipples through the bikini he had bought for me.
He cupped my breasts, molding them in his large palms and pinching the hard nubs. “I’m going to edge you until you’re a crying, wet mess, Princess. Until you forget your name and beg me to fuck you.”
“James…” I cried out when he leaned down and sucked on my sensitive nipple through the bikini. Licking it and biting it. “P-please touch me.”
“My little slut wants more, hm?” he teased, untying the bikini and baring my breasts to him. My cheeks turned hot under his roving gaze and I wanted to hide away. With my hands tied up against the headboard, my chest was stretched out, my pebbled nipples poking the air. “I love your perky tits, Princess. Look how gorgeous they are.Fuck.”
My eyes widened, feeling his hard on rubbing against me when he kneaded my breasts. I had always considered myself a proud member of the itty-bitty-titty community and never thought they were any man’s wet dream, but seeing James lose his control at the sight of them twice in twenty-four hours made me want to go topless every time I’m with him.
James didn’t just like my breasts, he worshipped them. Moaning and rutting against my spread legs while he kissed them. Sucking my nipples, biting them, pinching and placing hickeys all over.
I wish he hadn’t tied up my hands so I could touch him, hold his thick hair as he worshiped my body, his large hands caressing me gently and softly even though his words were down right filthy.
I was sweating and desperate when he lowered to unzip my shorts, slowly sliding them off from my legs leaving me naked except the bikini bottom on the bed. I took a sharp intake of breath, seeing him look at me like that.
“My…” he whispered, rubbing his bottom lip and smirking, “Don’t you look ravaging.”
A small whimper tore out of me, making me wriggle and hide myself, closing my legs and shying away from his penetrating gaze. He chuckled, slowly undoing his buttons and removing his shirt. I eyed his muscled chest, clenching myself when I noticed how hard he was.
“You’re lucky I’m not tying your legs.” He purred, crawling up my legs and settling between them, his hands stroking my calves and thighs. His eyes drifted from my legs, my stomach, breasts to my face and asked softly, “Are you ready to cry for me, my little princess slut?”
“C-cry?”
“Mhmm, begging and whimpering with your sweet moans until you are nothing but a drippy little mess.” I took a shuddering breath when he teased me through the fabric that covered my heated sex. “My drippy little mess. I’ve to prep you up before I take you, no?”
“Prep?” My eyes widened. “I-I can take you.”
“Hm, I like the enthusiasm, but I don’t want to hurt you.” He pulled away, a dirty smirk on his lips. “Well, I want to hurt you… but not like that.”
“Hurt me like what?”
“Don’t worry, Princess.” He placed a soft kiss on my hipbone, tugging off the bikini and whispered, “You’ll find out soon enough.”
31
LOOK AT ME
MIA
Igasped when he flipped me around, my hair falling on my sides as James settled me on my knees, pressing his hand on my back until I was arched up to him. I shivered because I was bare and he could see everything.