“Look at that…” he rumbled, his cool breath brushing against my sensitive lips. “My Princess has such a pretty pink pussy. Already wet for me, hm, baby?”
I moaned when he touched me. Tracing a soft line from my clit to my slicked lips. When he did it again, I tried to move away because all the sensations were spreading across my lower body to my head.
A sharp burn spread across my ass, making me tug at my bound wrist again. James soothed the burn and said in a much more serious tone, “You know the safe word, Princess. Use that or stay still and let me play with you.”
I stayed still, biting my lip when he spanked me again, using his other hand to rub my clit, slowly teasing me. He continued praising me when I moaned, feeling his finger slide inside me. I was holding on to the leather belt as I shook, the warmth of releasing all the pleasure just on the brink.
But he pulled away, making me whine and spanking me two times on each cheek.
“Please, Daddy.” I looked over my shoulders, “I want to cum so bad!”
My breath hitched in my throat when he spread my legs wider and leaned down. “You will, Princess. Just not yet. Daddy wants to play with you how you played with him,hm?”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. He was definitely punishing me.
I held back a shiver when his thumb parted my nether lips, groaning against my sensitive skin before covering my pussy with his mouth. I couldn’t hold back my moans when he used his tongue to lick me like his favorite ice cream. Sucking the clit and edging me with his hot mouth until I was dripping down my thigh and begging him.
After what felt like hours, he pulled away once again when I was on the brink of an orgasm, making me sob.
“Oh, no you don’t, pretty slut. I’m gonna keep going for a little longer. If you can hold back, I might let you cum, hm?” His fingers slid inside me easily and I clamped them tightly, trying to grind on them when he spanked my burning ass once again. “Think you can do it, sweet girl?”
“Hnngh.” I had clearly lost the ability to speak after moaning and groaning for so long. Even my throat felt sore.
Spank.
“Answer.”
Spank.
“Me.”
Spank.
I whimpered, “Y-yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” he murmured his praise before licking me once again. I relaxed on the bed or I tried to with my wrists tied to the bedpost and being on my knees while James kept lightly spanking my ass and inner thighs when I tried to snap them closed.
He was right. I was begging and desperate for him to fuck me after being played for so long.
“What’s that?” he asked, pulling away and flipping me on my back and straightening me up. “You said something, Princess?”
I glared at him through my wet lashes, ready to start crying if he didn’t fuck me. “I-I said I’m sorry.”
“Sorry…”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Sorry for what?”
I sputtered, “Sorry for playing with you.” After another breath, I whispered, “Please don’t be mad at me.”
He narrowed his eyes and hovered above me, his face inches away as he whispered, “I’m not mad at you, sweet girl.” He softly caressed my cheek, wiping away the leaking tears. “I’d never play with you if I was mad. I didn’t want to fuck you because you should be with someone who’s your age.”
“But?”
“But I’m too fucking selfish.” James smiled, tracing his thumb over my lip. “I’m going to fuck you, Mia.”
My lashes fluttered, “P-please.”