Thin, pink marks striped her breasts, stomach, and upper thighs. No raised welts. No need to blister her. Watching her dig deep into herself to withstand his reprimand was enough. It stirred something in him. Lust, yes, but more than that.
He desired to own this woman. He wanted her all for himself. Controlling her was heady. Irresistible. His breathing quickened. I’m becoming addicted to her.
Undressing from the waist down, James approached her, his cock leading the charge.
“Open your mouth, doll.”
Those gorgeous wet lips parted. She opened wide, welcoming him.
He stroked himself, memorizing the picture before him—Marley tied up, blindfolded, spread wide, waiting to service him any way he saw fit. The image would stay with him; that he knew.
He ran his hand down her rope-decorated flesh to the triangle between her legs. Her slick, ready pussy drenched him as he entered her with his hand. Fingerbanging her hard and fast, he captured a nipple in his mouth and reacted to the noises she made. Oooh’s and aaahhh’s poured from her throat as he rubbed her clit with his thumb and fingerfucked her vigorously.
Sensing she was close to orgasm, he stopped. Pulling away, he observed her panting and sweating with lust. She wanted to come badly, but she wasn’t begging for it. Not yet.
“Keep that mouth open. Did I say you could close it?’
She shook her head no rather than giving him a verbal response, but he let it slide since it would be unfair to ask her to talk and keep her mouth open at the same time.
He struck her on the side of the mouth with his cock. She turned her head to accept him.
“No. Be still,” he said in a firm voice.
Slapping her cheek with his cock as he stroked it got her attention. She settled down. Her face wore an expression of pure bliss. Her gaping lips formed a half-smile as he pummeled her with his rock-hard shaft. He loved being so close to her mouth, taunting her and taking pleasure from her all the same. Hitting his cock on her face aroused him. He loved being able to use her entire body for his own enjoyment.
Finally he fed her eager mouth. Hungrily she took him in, licking, sucking, bobbing her head as best she could, considering her bondage.
Her velvety lips enveloped him. Little teeth grazed him ever so slightly, driving him wild. His hips bucked into her, shoving to the back of her throat. Occasionally she made a strangled sound. He’d pull back, appreciating the strings of saliva connecting his rod and her talented mouth.
“You’re such a good little slut for Daddy,” he said, breaching her again.
She nodded vigorously, mumbling something unintelligible around his dick. “Yes, Daddy” or something to that effect. Clutching her head, he controlled her and thrust himself inside her until he was on the verge of completion.
Taking his cock in his hand, he jerked himself until he was ready to spew.
“Open that mouth. Stick out your tongue,” he ordered her.
Her tongue reached out and captured the salty white substance he gave her. Some dripped down her cheek. What a glorious sight—his baby girl covered in his cum.
“Lick it up, doll.” He wiped the silky fluid from her face with his finger and offered it to her.
Lapping it up, she shivered in anticipation. She was expecting it to be her turn next.
“There’s only one more part to your punishment, love. It’s almost over.”
“What is it?”
“Be patient. You’ll see. I’ll be right back.”
He returned with a vibrator and some clothespins.
He fondled her breasts, flicking her nipples until they hardened into tight little nubs. Then he slowly placed a clothespin on each of them.
Marley whimpered, but kept her composure.
Until he started the vibrator. Inserting it was no problem. She was as wet as a Slip ‘n Slide. But the finger that flicked her clit each time he sunk the vibe into her sent her into orbit.
She struggled against the ropes, pelvis gyrating, pleading for more.
“I can tell you like this,” he taunted, working her aching cunt.
Each time the vibrator glided across her engorged clit, she whimpered helplessly.
He removed it and flipped the off switch. “You really like that, don’t you, doll?” He grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged gently, his face almost touching hers. “You’re such a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”
She nodded wildly, her moans indicating she liked the dirty talk. “Yes, Daddy,” she almost screamed. “Please, Daddy.”
“Please what?”
“Please keep doing that!”
“Such a greedy little whore for Daddy. I love that.” He kissed her deeply, her tongue eagerly joining his.
“You want to come, don’t you?” he asked, removing her blindfold.
“Yes, Daddy, please, Daddy. Please make me come.”
He began to untie her arms.
“No. You are not allowed to come tonight. That is the last part of your punishment. No orgasm for you.”
Eyes bulging, she squeaked, “You’re not serious.”
Kissing her on the top of the head, he replied, “Oh, I’m very serious.”
He released her from the bindings and went to the closet to put the toys away. He brought her a modest white cotton nightgown and handed it to her. “Put this on and get into bed.” He pointed to her bed.
“But Daddy, you got me all excited!” she whined.
“Yes, I did. Orgasm denial is a punishment that should work wonders with your thoughtless behavior.” He pulled back the covers for her. “Now hop in. And don’t even think of masturbating tonight. You are under strict orders not to do that.”
Dazed, Marley put the nightgown over her head and trudged to bed. Once under the covers, she asked with a mischievous grin, “Not even a little bit?”
“You are not to even touch yourself. At all. Do you hear me?”
Crossing her arms over her chest, giving him an exaggerated pout, she agreed. “Fine. But that’s an awfully mean punishment, Daddy.”
He leaned down to kiss her and clutched her to him. Stroking her hair, he said, “It’s not intended to be mean, but to get your attention. To teach you something. To stop you from making the same mistake again. Perhaps next time you will think about it and remember to check in with me.”
Heaving a big sigh, she agreed. “You’re right, Daddy. I was wrong. I’m sorry and I won’t play with myself.”
“There’s a good girl. Sleep tight, my dear. I’ll see you in the morning.” He gave her a chaste kiss goodnight and left the room.
* * *
It was all Daddy’s fault.
Marley changed positions, slinging the covers across the bed. Lying on her side, she couldn’t get comfortable. First she was cold, then she was hot. Nothing seemed to help.
James had gotten her so aroused, she thought she would jump right out of her skin. For hours she’d tried to distract herself from the wicked thoughts that kept playing in her mind. James touching her in all the right places, fucking her brains out. To her dismay, her brain insisted on replaying scenes from their lovemaking over the past month, ramping up her level of excitement.
But she didn’t dare touch herself. And she didn’t go to the closet to find that marvelous vibrator he’d used on her. Why? She wasn’t exactly sure. Ultimately, it was more important to obey Daddy than it was to satisfy herself.
What did that say about her feelings for him? She had it bad.
Frowning, she punched her pillow a few times. She’d fallen in love with him. Why else would she put his desires, his requests above her own needs?
Then there was the way her stomach fell to the floor anytime he walked into the room. And the way it made her ecstatic when he called her his little slut or kissed her on the forehead. Who knew things like that would make her heart sing?
The more she considered it, the more certain she was he would like the surprise ménage she had planned for his Christmas present. What els
e could she give him? She didn’t have any money of her own. Yes, he’d given her a credit card, but it would feel silly buying a present for him with his own money.
No, it was best to give of yourself. And in this case, Charmaine.
Charmaine. Marley had to admit she was quite taken by Charmaine’s considerable charms. The girl was larger than life. Wealthier than anyone Marley had ever met. She had more money than James, and while James was a self-made man, Charmaine grew up with all the spoils of the rich and privileged.
From what Marley had gathered, Charmaine’s father used money to tie her to the family. The man used money as a symbol for his love, while he gallivanted all over, making more brothers and sisters for Charmaine, acquiring then disposing of wives left and right. According to Kimberly, Charmaine’s father was currently working on marriage number six. Charmaine had joked there was actually a legal limit on how many times one could be married and her father was edging perilously close to that limit.
While Charmaine’s wealth was impressive, her beauty was staggering. She reminded Marley of a lion, with her bright, sharp eyes and gorgeous mane, her lithe body all poised and curled up ready to strike. On the surface Charmaine was a wild tangle of fun, but Marley knew a dark sadness lurked behind her blasé exterior.
Marley saw in her a kindred spirit. Way down deep, Charmaine was wounded. Her troubled nature appealed to Marley. Even though Charmaine had many advantages in life, Marley was certain that, like herself, Charmaine had seen the uglier side of human nature. She wanted to believe that if Charmaine knew the truth about her past, her friend would be able to relate. Not as a whore, but as a fellow recipient of the garbage life can throw at you.
When it came to sex with women, Marley had been a party to a few threesomes. It had always been staged, and it usually paid well. In her personal life she’d never been interested in women, but when she was working, a body was a body. Man or woman. It didn’t really matter. It was all for the money.
But if you were going to bump and grind with a woman, Charmaine was a gorgeous one to do it with. And her feline grace made it something Marley was almost looking forward to. It would be fun. And James would love it. Men always fantasized about being with two women adoring them, wanting them, begging for their cock. How awesome for her to give that to him.
A thorough understanding of sex and a lack of hang-ups were some of the benefits of her previous occupation. Marley congratulated herself on her mature, progressive approach to sex. This practicality set her apart from most women.
Her mind drifted back to James and how much she wanted him. The spell he’d cast over her was almost unbearable. By telling her she couldn’t touch herself, he made her unquenched lust the sole focus of her attention, both mentally and physically.
Damn that Daddy! She snarled, and hurled herself out of bed. This had gone far enough.
Her bare feet padded through the dark, silent living room. Standing outside his closed bedroom door, she paused. Did she dare enter uninvited? Could she wake him up in the middle of the night?
Heart pounding, she screwed up all her courage and turned the door handle.
Inside she could hear his breathing. Steady, like the man himself.
When she tried to speak, only a strangled whisper came out. Her pulse throbbed just under the surface of her skin, which was beginning to perspire. What would he do once he realized she’d come into his room unannounced?
What if he yelled at her and sent her back to her room? That would be worse than the suffering she had endured for the last several hours. She wasn’t sure she could take that kind of rejection.
Surely he would be kind to her, even if he sent her away. It was this hope that gave her the chutzpah to pull back the blankets and crawl into bed with him.
He lay facing away from her. Slowly, she inched toward him until they were touching.
Still he didn’t stir.
She lay there for a while, relishing the quiet intimacy of being in bed with the man she loved, watching him sleep.
But his back was to her. Sigh. Maybe I should just try to fall asleep.
After a few minutes, she realized that wasn’t going to happen. She had unfinished business with her daddy and there would be no sleeping on her part until it was settled.
Gently, she draped her arm across his chest and snuggled up like a spoon against his backside.
Finally, he moved. His hand reached up and pulled her arm to his chest, holding it close. He mumbled something unintelligible and let out a snore.
This would not do. Frustrated, she whisper-hissed into his ear, “Daddy!”
“Huh? What is it?” he asked, half-asleep.
“Nothing, Daddy. It’s me, Marley.”
He readjusted, rolling back over toward her. “Marley.” He rubbed his eyes. “What are you doing here?”
How to answer that…?
“I couldn’t sleep.”
He reached over and ran a hand over her hip. “You couldn’t, huh?” A lecherous tone snuck into his voice.
“No, Daddy. You told me I couldn’t touch myself, so that’s all I’ve been able to think about. Sex. And you,” she said petulantly.
“So you understand the punishment now and you don’t like it, do you?”
“Yes, I understand, and no, I don’t like it, Daddy.” She gently traced the chiseled planes of his face with one finger. “I get very lonely, all by myself in my room.”
“You do?” he teased.
“I do, Daddy, and I miss you.”
He pulled her to him, covering her mouth with his. Even though he’d been sleeping, he tasted delicious, clean and fresh as a spring breeze.
“My poor girl.”
She nodded her assent and kissed him back, her tongue darting into his mouth, lolling in a dance with his.
“Let’s get this thing off.” He tugged her gown over her head then tossed it on the floor.
“So tell Daddy what it is you want.”
“I just want you, Daddy. However you want to take me.” She loved being submissive to him; that was what brought her the most pleasure of all, letting him do what he wished with her body.
“Uh-uh. This is your show, princess. You’re the one who woke me up. Now tell me what you want, what you’ve been fantasizing about.”
She furrowed her brow in the dark. Clearly she hadn’t thought this all the way through. What did she want?
“I want you to lick my pussy.” The words tumbled out before she could stop them. When he had done that before, it felt amazing.
“That’s such a good girl, telling Daddy what she wants. I’m very proud of you, Marley. If you’re not honest with Daddy, I can’t please you.”
Shifting himself atop her, he slid down her torso. “Spread your legs.”
She pulled her knees up and opened her legs.
“Wider,” he barked.
She stretched them as wide as they would go. “That’s the best I can do, Daddy.”
“That’s fine. You should start stretching yourself when you’re watching television. Daddy likes you to open wide for me, understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered with anticipation, the adrenaline already pumping at the vulnerable position she was in. Being spread like this had her juices flowing.
He burrowed his head between her legs, and caressed the insides of her thighs with his hands.
Marley involuntarily tensed. She felt incredibly vulnerable, her naked pussy in his face, and after she’d asked him to do this, too. How embarrassing.
“Relax,” he said, stroking her, tracing the outside folds of her southern-most lips.
Tilting her head back, Marley shut her eyes and took a deep breath. She was more comfortable giving. It was difficult for her to accept the gift he was about to give her, but she knew she must. She had asked for it, after all.
She forced herself to let go and enjoy the experience as he nipped at her lips with his. Boldly, Marley wound her fingers into his full head of hair. James took this
as a green light, employing his tongue with a gusto that surprised her. He seemed to truly be enjoying himself.
His tongue was thick, wide, and meaty. He lapped up her whole sex, the way a Labrador would drink a bowl of water—thirsty, with passion abounding. Then he pointed his tongue and hit only certain spots of her labia. At first Marley was consciously aware of what he was doing, and with what part of his body.
But before long, the pleasure became so intense, spreading out over so many nerve endings, she couldn’t keep it straight in her mind. She moaned, crying out constantly, her body overtaken by the most delicious sensations she’d ever felt in her life.
He licked her clit, swirled all around it. Was he using his fingers, maybe his nose? Hell, she didn’t care! He was so passionate, like her body was an ice cream store filled with all of his favorite flavors. She spread her legs even wider, open for business.
His mouth made her buck hard underneath him, and she came, wave after wave of pleasure lasting for what seemed like an eternity while he licked, nipped, and stroked her pussy. Slowly she came back to earth.
Afterwards, he marveled at how much pleasure he’d brought her. “Wow! You really liked that. Why didn’t you tell me how much you like that, naughty little girl?”
She giggled, threw her arms around his neck, and said, “I didn’t know I did.” Her lips found his and she tasted her own tart nectar. Holding him tightly to her, she hoped he wouldn’t banish her from his bedroom. The endorphins pinging through her body gave her confidence. “Daddy, can I sleep here tonight? Please.”
He kissed her neck and gave her a squeeze. “Yes, you may. Snuggle up to Daddy and go to sleep now.” He tapped her on the nose. “We have a big day later today. I’m taking you out for brunch and then we’re going to a football game.”
“For real?”
“For real. Now let’s get some sleep.”
Dutifully, she rolled into the crook of his arm and slept better than she had in weeks.
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