“Breathe, baby girl. As much as I enjoy seeing you this in thrall, I do want you sentient.”
Rissa pulled a much needed breath into her lungs, and once again lost herself in the deep blue pool of Jonas’s eyes. He held her gaze while he made short work of undressing himself. The bed dipped and she got a brief glimpse of his erect cock, before he slid the blindfold back over her eyes, and the world went dark once more.
It had been enough of a visual delight to make her groan, however, and press her thighs together to relieve the building tension between her thighs.
She gasped when Jonas clucked his tongue and pulling her halfway off the bed until her feet rested on the floor, pulled her legs apart.
“None of that, baby girl. You’ll come around my cock, and only when I say so, or you’ll not come at all. Are we clear here?”
A sharp pinch to the inside of her thigh focused her attention, and she moaned her reply.
“Yes, sorry, Daddy.”
A kiss to her lower belly was her reward, and in the next instant she felt the slightly rough palms of his hand fondling her breasts. He flipped his thumbs over her nipples, making her arch her back to press those needy points further into his hold, and she brought her arms down.
“No, keep them above your head.” Rissa hastily complied, and she could hear the smile in his voice. “Good girl, but I think you need some help to keep them up there, just as soon as I’ve done this.”
His hot breath ghosting across her nipples gave her a moment’s warning, before he closed his lips over one of her nipples and sucked hard. At the same time he kneaded the other nipple between his fingers and Rissa panted her arousal at the dual sensation. As though her nipples were connected to her clit by invisible wires, electricity arched between those points, ramping her need to come higher and higher.
Head thrashing from side to side, she slid her restless legs up and down, until the bed dipped again, and Jonas straddled her thighs, effectively stopping her from moving.
He released the nipple he’d been tormenting with a graze of his teeth, and that sweet pain, too, shot to her clit, making her whimper in need.
“So fucking beautiful and responsive. I love your tits, baby girl, and they’ll look beautiful pierced, and linked together with a chain.” He chuckled, and lifting himself off her, grasped her under the arms and shifted her higher up the bed, until her fingertips encountered the smooth wood of the head board.
“I see you like that idea, little one.” The approval in his voice pitched her need for him higher and she brought her arms down in an attempt to touch him. Jonas, however, wouldn’t let her.
“Let’s secure you a little bit more, and as your breasts are so responsive I reckon we should tie them, too.”
Rissa didn’t think it was possible for her breathing to speed up even more, but it did so. Blood rushed in her ears, and in the next instant her arms were freed. Soft leather restraints wrapped around her wrists instead and Jonas’s weight rested on her torso for the short time it took to clip her wrists to unseen fastenings on the head board.
He gave a sharp tug to each arm as though to test she couldn’t get free, and Rissa moaned again when it dawned on her what the sticky trail of fluid he left behind on her belly was. His cock jumped and pulsed, as he trailed it higher, circling her nipples with what had to be the velvety head of his shaft. Jonas groaned and in the next instant his fingers, slick with fluid entered her mouth.
“Taste what you do to your Daddy, little one.”
Rissa sighed around the thick digits and eagerly licked them clean. His spicy, salty, yet strangely addictive flavor exploded on her taste buds, and Jonas swore when she bit down on his fingers, and then sucked hard.
“Minx.” She grinned around her mouthful, hearing the strain in his voice. “Two can play that game, little one. I wonder how wet you are for me. Time to find out, just as soon, as I’ve done this…”
Rissa would have bowed off the bed, had Jonas not straddled her legs again as rope encircled her breasts and ribcage. The slightly rough feel made her nipples burn and tingle, as he rubbed the rope across it, before tightening it either side.
“Oh, oh…” Rissa gasped the words in-between moaning around the red hot need his manipulation of her sensitive flesh did to her. There was pain as he tightened the ropes, pinching her nipples between two thin lengths of rope, and reaching underneath her arched back ran that length across to the other side. The more he secured her into that harness, murmuring endearments the more Rissa found herself slipping away. Deeper into the sensations of the rope caressing her skin. The pressure of her breasts, as they contracted and molded into the shape Jonas’s expert handling forced them into.
By the time the tugging stopped Rissa floated in her happy space, dimly aware of Jonas calling her his very good girl. Cool air whispered across her hot pussy, as Jonas pulled her jeans off, taking her soaked underwear with them, and she gasped as he spread her legs apart.
Something rough rubbed across her clit repeatedly, and Jonas laughed as she tried to wriggle away from it.
“You’re so fucking wet for me that my rope is already soaked. Someday soon, I’ll tie you in rope dress, with a length right through here.” He slid his fingers through her pussy lips, and Rissa bucked her hips upward, desperate for him to touch her clit and make her come.
“Not so fast, precious little one. All good things come to those who wait.” He laughed out loud at her frustrated moan, and then there was the feel of yet more rope, as he brought her knees up and tied her ankles to her thighs.
Once he was done the bed dipped again, as though he was sitting back to admire his handy work. Sure enough over the blood rushing in her ears, the frantic beats of her heart, she could just about hear his deep voice praising her.
“Such a good girl. If you could see yourself, all tied and open for me. And so very, very wet.”
He swiped his fingers through her wet slit, making her pant harder. Her pussy muscles clenched and yet more of her juices trickled down between the cleft of her ass cheeks. By all rights Rissa ought to have been embarrassed at how wet she was, but the approval in his voice left no room for self-doubt. Tied as she was, unable to move, unable to see, the only thing she could do was take what he gave her. Believe him, as he called her precious, and beautiful.
She felt him part her labia further, and his hot breath skittered across her clit. The little bundle of nerves contracted further. It already felt hugely swollen, as did all of her pussy.
“Such a nice, wet, juicy cunt for me to eat. I’ll give you permission to come, little one. In fact, I want you to scream, and gush for me as I claim what’s mine. Are we clear, girl?”
One maddeningly slow, long lick followed that strained speech. Rissa jerked as he circled her clit, but withdrew before she could go over that edge. Oh god, it wouldn’t take much at all. She was so aroused, so damn ready, it was a physical ache that made her muscles clench and her stomach quiver. Tingles of need shot out from her clit to every part of her body right up to her fingertips and the soles of her feet. Every nerve seemed alive and poised to send her body into complete melt down at Jonas’s command.
A sharp bite to the inside of her thigh focused her attention back on the man, whose erection was a hard rod probing her leg.
“Please, Daddy, I want… I need…ow.” Another, much harder bite to her other thigh this time brought tears to her eyes, only to be immediately replaced by joyful need as Jonas licked, and then kissed that spot.
“Answer my question, little one. Are we clear? And give me a color.”
Rissa couldn’t help it she laughed. A slightly hysterical, needy laugh, for sure, but in the next instant her blindfold was off and she blinked in the sudden light, dim though it was with just the bed side lamp for illumination. Jonas studied her, before he kissed her. Rissa did her best to convey all of her conflicting emotions in the kiss she gave him, and when they broke apart Jonas was smiling at her. It didn’t quite reach his eyes, howe
ver. The strain of holding back for her was there to see in the depths of his oceanic gaze, and Rissa whispered her answer.
“Please, Daddy. I’m green, please fuck me.”
Chapter Seven
There they were the words he needed to hear. Jonas wanted to shout his relief from the roof tops. Instead he kissed his precious girl again, and then scooting down the bed, lifted her ass up to bring her deliciously wet and puffy cunt up to his face and began his feast.
Rissa did not disappoint. Two determined sucks on her clit was all it took for her to fall apart. Jonas lapped up the juices she gushed for him, drinking in the very essence of the woman he was fast falling for. That thought made his guts churn, but he pushed it away, and concentrated on ringing several more screaming orgasms from his girl, that made him glad his house was not attached to any others.
His nosy neighbors might have called the police on them otherwise. As it was Brutus went ballistic outside the bedroom door. His howling was almost as loud as Rissa’s screams and Jonas’s own grunts, as he ate out his pussy, while dry humping the sheets in a vein effort to get some relief to his aching cock. Rissa’s internal muscles squeezed the life out of his fingers, when he inserted several into her channel, curling them, until he reached the fleshy protrusion he was looking for. Rissa’s whole body tensed in response, and he grinned around his mouthful of pussy as she tumbled head first into her most intense orgasm yet. He kept up his suckling and the pumping of his fingers in and out of her tight channel until the last tremors of this release had abated. Only then did he reach across for the box of condoms, and sheathed himself. It took him several attempts through gritted teeth, and he had to pinch the base of his dick to stop himself from losing his shit right there and then like some teenage boy, but his need for this woman overtook everything else.
By the time he finally managed it, a breathless Rissa was watching him through heavily lidded eyelids and the inherent caveman in him strutted at seeing her thus spent. His balls drew up to his body with the knowledge that he had reduced her to this stage. She offered him a weak smile when he climbed in between her legs, and grasping the root of his dick lined up with her hole.
He gritted his teeth against the exquisite sensation of her inner walls gripping his shaft in a loving fist as he pushed in slowly. Rissa’s eyes widened, her mouth opened in a silent “O” and sweat dripped into his eyes, as he tried to hold on.
“Fuck, baby, you feel incredible. I can’t hold on for much longer. This will be quick. I’ll do better next time, I promise.”
A grunt was his only reply, and when he finally bottomed out inside of her she tightened her internal muscles, making him swear.
A half-hearted giggle from her turned into a long drawn moan, when he pulled out almost all the way, and then slammed back into her. Rissa’s eyes closed and she panted as he set up a fast and ruthless rhythm, seeking his own relief. Just as he’d feared his orgasm burst from him in record time. He was dimly aware of Rissa, too, tumbling over that edge again, her body shaking in the tiny tremors of her release, her gasps for breath rivalling his, while the powerful contractions of her pussy muscles milked every last drop out of him. Jonas released a seemingly never-ending stream of jizz into the condom.
Barely able to draw breath into his lungs, his muscles shaking with the effort required to keep his weight off her, all Jonas wanted to do was slump and sleep off one of the most intense orgasms he’d had in a long time, as stars exploded behind his eyelids and his body buzzed in sated bliss.
Mindful of the need to not only protect Rissa from any unwanted complications of their act, and the urgent need to untie her out of the ropes restraining her, he pulled out of her, making sure to hold onto the full condom as he did so.
He tied the thing off with a grimace, and grabbing his scissors cut through her ties.
Rissa winced and gasped, already half asleep herself. He murmured endearments, as he rubbed her arms and legs to make sure the circulation to those limbs was adequate.
She murmured something that sounded suspiciously like killed me, a sentiment he could only agree with, before she curled up on her side and fell into an exhausted sleep.
Forcing himself to tidy up a bit, and grimacing at the cut rope that he would need to replace, he padded across to the bathroom. He wetted a washcloth, and returning to the bed gently cleaned his sleeping beauty up a bit.
Brutus was still creating a racket outside the door. He wasn’t howling anymore, but he was scratching and jumping up at the door. Jonas rolled his eyes and trying for his best Dom voice ordered the hell hound to quieten down and go to sleep.
A dejected yip was his answer, followed by more scratching at the door, and then a thump, as the dog had presumably thrown himself down across the bottom of the door. It wouldn’t be the first time the daft animal had slept outside his bedroom door.
With the last of his remaining strength, Jonas climbed back into bed, switched off the light, and pulling his woman close to him, let the oblivion of sleep claim him, too.
* * * *
Rissa woke up with a start, a heavy weight across her legs, and she blinked, disoriented in the single beam of light which must have woken her. The curtains didn’t quite meet in the middle, and a warm tongue was licking her fingers.
“Brutus.” The little, yet surprisingly heavy dog looked suitably abashed for all of one Nano second before he crawled up the covers seemingly determined to lick her face. Jonas’s covers, who was allergic to dog hair and…
Rissa sat up with start, wincing at the unfamiliar soreness between her legs.
“Get off the bed now, Brutus. You shouldn’t even be in here. Get now.” Brutus gave an excited yip at having gotten her attention, but he didn’t get off the bed either. Rissa rolled her eyes, gave in, and tickled the animal’s ears.
“I suppose the damage is done. You’re incorrigible Brutus. Your daddy will not be pleased.” Rissa grinned to herself when it dawned on her what she had just said. Swinging her legs off the bed, she padded across to the bathroom. Having relieved herself, and washed her hands, she stared at her reflection. She didn’t look any different, but she sure felt it.
Her whole body ached in a pleasant reminder of what had happened the night before. When she turned sideways she could just about make up faint fingerprint marks on her butt cheeks. The most ridiculous smile lit up her face. Somehow having that visible reminder made her feel ten feet tall. It also brought with it an intense longing to see Jonas.
Rissa had no idea what the time was. Still early she surmised, but as she also had no clue when Jonas left for work, she couldn’t be sure if he was still home. Or even if he had work today.
The delicious smell of coffee wafted up the stairs and through the door that Rufus nudged open wider, as he hot footed it out of there, only to return and bark at her.
“Yes, I know, I’ll be there in a minute.”
Brutus cocked his head sideways, and then flopped on the floor seemingly determined to wait for her. No wonder Jonas had kept him. The dog was adorable once you got to know him a bit.
“Well, I can’t go down like this.” Rissa smirked at her thought processes. After what they’d shared last night, she highly doubted Jonas would mind her coming downstairs naked. After all every time she had stirred in her sleep last night, he’d pulled her back into his embrace, as though he couldn’t bear to let her go. It had meant that Rissa had slept soundly for the first time in months, safe in her Daddy’s arms, and she gave into the overwhelming instinct to do a happy jig around the bathroom. The rational side of her was grateful that only Brutus witnessed her clumsy excuse at dancing, and she stalled when a phone rang downstairs. Hearing Jonas’s deep voice answer it after several rings made her breathing speed up. He must be talking to family, because he was talking in Swedish and sounded carefree and happy.
His laughter carried up the stairs, and Rissa hugged herself. Lord, she was a complete sap, where that man was concerned. If he was still here, however, then she
really ought to get her bum down there, and see what he wanted her to do about Brutus today. That’s if their arrangement still stood.
The bubble of happiness she had woken up in burst with a pop of misery. He would have no reason to keep her on. After last night the terms of the auction had been well and truly fulfilled. While he had said to her that the auction didn’t matter, maybe it had just been a ploy to get her into bed.
Her heart rejected the idea. Jonas hadn’t ever given her a reason to suspect he could be that callous, but she wasn’t exactly the best judge of male character. She never had been, so what if she had gotten that all wrong?
Brutus whined as though he’d picked up on her change of mood, and Rissa shook her head. There was only one way to find out. Having made good use of the spare, unopened tooth brush she’d found in the bathroom cabinet she riffled through her hold all that Jonas must have put in his room while she was sleeping. Rissa pulled on some knickers, leggings, and tank top—her usual attire when home—and taking a deep breath in, made her way downstairs, the ever present Brutus yapping at her feet. He shot off toward the kitchen at the back of the house, when she reached the bottom step, and she could hear the dog flap bang. Well, that was something. Jonas would be pleased he was using it, and not squatting down in the hallway.
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