Doctor Daddy (Dark Daddies 2)

“Must be expensive,” I joke.

He smiles a little. “Not too bad, don’t worry.”

He kneels down behind me. I feel a chill as he runs his fingers down my shoulders, my neck, my back. I feel him grasp my wrists and bring them behind my body.

The silk is soft and warm against my skin as he ties my wrists together. He only takes a moment to form a tight knot. When he’s done, I flex a little bit, trying to get out of my binds.

But I can’t. I’m tied up, hands behind my back, on my knees, totally naked.

It occurs to me all at once how completely and utterly exposed I am in this moment.

He stands and walks around the front of me.

“Are you afraid of giving up control like this?” he asks softly.

I shake my head. “No.”

“Liar.” He unbuttons his shirt slowly. “Everyone needs control. At least a little bit. I’ve been practicing control for a very long time.”

“I trust you,” I say softly.

“Good. You need to trust your Daddy, or none of this will work.”

I bite my lip. “Do you trust me?”

“Absolutely.” He takes off his shirt, drops it on the floor. “Strangely, this relationship isn’t entirely one-way. Just because you’re the one tied up and on your knees, doesn’t mean you have no power.”

“How?” I ask as he starts to take off his belt.

He removes his belt and pants as he speaks. “I trust that you’ll be honest with me, that you won’t hide the truth from me, even if the truth is ugly. I trust that you want this as much as I do. And I trust that you’ll give yourself to me completely. Otherwise, this can’t work.”

I stare at him as he finishes. He’s wearing only his boxer briefs, and I can see the outline of his thick, hard cock pushing against the fabric.

“You can trust me,” I say softly.

He smiles and walks up to me, tilting my chin up to look at him in the eye. “I know,” he says softly.

He releases my chin and walks behind me. I look over my shoulder as he looks at my body.

“You’re very beautiful,” he says. “I love your firm, round ass. And your back is almost flawless. Did you know that?”

“No,” I say.

He kneels down behind me, and suddenly pushes me forward. I gasp, afraid I’m about to smash face-first into the floor, but he grabs me and lowers me down the rest of the way.

I feel his hands on my back as I turn my head to the left. “These muscles are beautifully defined,” he says. “Perfectly proportioned. And your skin is smooth and totally without blemishes. You’re nearly flawless, Ruby. You’re a perfect gem.”

I bite my lip. I can’t see him, but I can feel him. I don’t know what he’s going to do, but my ass is up in the air, my wet pussy shining in his office light. He can do anything to me.

Absolutely anything.

I feel his hands move down to my ass. I let out a soft moan as his fingers start to tease me, spreading my ass open, pressing against my pussy. I groan as he sinks a finger inside before sliding it forward to tease my clit.

“Such a tight body,” he says. “You’re exactly what Daddy needs. A tight little pussy to fuck and come inside of.”

“You’re going to come inside of me?”

“Of course I am. Your pussy is mine to fuck and fill as I see fit.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper, excitement and pleasure running through me.

He pulls back suddenly and spanks my ass. I gasp, surprised.

“It’s not all pleasure, little gem,” he says. “Sometimes it hurts. And it needs to hurt.”

“To make the pleasure sweeter,” I coo as his fingers find my pussy again.

“That’s right. You’re learning, little gem.”

“I’m trying.”

“I know you are.” He teases my clit, sinks two fingers deep into my pussy, and spanks my ass again.

Pleasure and pain flare up inside of me. I wiggle my hips, feeling his fingers sink deeper.

He moves them faster, teasing me, pushing me. It feels so fucking good. Part of me wishes I could move more, but the fact that I can’t get away from his position only makes it that much more exciting.

I test the ropes again, but they’re perfectly tight.

“You can’t escape,” he says, probably noticing me flexing my hands. “Even if you did, there’s nowhere to go. I wouldn’t let you leave here, not before I was through with you.”

“I don’t want to leave.”

“I know you don’t.” He laughs softly, pushing his fingers deeper, sliding them out, teasing my clit. “You need to finish what we’ve started.”

“Oh, god, yes,” I moan as he moves his fingers faster.

“I can tell you like the idea of being tied up for me. You like being controlled, dominated. You like the fact that no matter what you do, I’m going to take what I want from your body. And if you’re good, I’ll give you what you need in return.”