“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” His voice was husky and he licked around his lips, tasting her sweet scent along them.
She squealed so loud it was very nearly a scream. That pressure of his thumb on her poor clit, it was too much for her to handle as her petite body strained against its bindings.
“Stop!” she wailed, then her breathing sounded once again like sobbing. “No more! It’s too--ah!” she protested. The sweet young girl was too unused to such intense sensations. Had she even touched herself before? The thought of that shy little fawn exploring herself riveted him with arousal, but it was hard to imagine she had with how flushed she was, how much she cried out at his every touch of her cunny.
“Oh, baby,” he chastised. “I want to make you feel good. Haven’t you ever done this before?” He ground his thumb there, daring her to say the safe word as his other fingers delved lower, playing with the entrance of her cunny. “Haven’t you had a man do this to you?”
She was a panting, writhing mess before him already, she strained upwards, struggling against her binds. “No. No!” she cried out, her perky tits slipping from her cheap bra to show the pink little areolas and stiff buds of her nipples as she squirmed. “S-stop!” she whined before breaking into pathetic little sobs.
‘It will make you feel good, baby doll. And it’ll show me what a good girl you are. Make all the pain go away.” He caressed his middle finger up over the seam of her cunny before oh so slowly letting it sink into her. Her muscles were clenching and spasming and he knew how close she must be as he ground his thumb more urgently against her clit.
His mouth, though, delved for that freed breast. He was ravenous for her body, and perhaps he was being too hasty, too hard, but he sucked that stiff nipple, bringing it between his two rows of teeth and putting some pressure on it as his middle finger reached for that cluster of nerves, hidden within her.
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Her throat was growing hoarse with all her cries and pleas, that tight little cunny so slick and warm, wrapped about his digit and squeezed it delectably. She was so tight, such a sweet young thing even as she flailed about against her bindings in futility. No longer able to form coherent words as he suckled her perky tit in his mouth, torturing that sensitive nipple as he toyed with her virginal little cunt below.
He growled against her puffy, pink nipple, his thumb and middle finger working in tandem as he felt her body grow so still and then arch. She squeezed his digit so intensely as the orgasm rocked through her, starting in her belly before spiraling out along her body, uncoiling like a spring. He kept torturing her all through it, sucking and fingering and pleasuring her form despite her protests, despite her little acts of defiance.
She never got to relax, never got to still as her breathing grew so ragged and hoarse. She instead only weakened and flailed more importantly than before against her bindings as he tortured her sensitive loins and nipples.
“Stop,” she muttered breathily. “No more… please,” she whimpered, sobbing as her head pressed back into the silken bed sheets, her shoulders lifted up off the mattress itself.
He pulled his fingers from her ravished cunny, bringing them instead to her nipple and smearing her juices upon that thoroughly sucked, puffy mound. “But darling, I haven’t had you yet. I’d be so disappointed if I didn’t get a chance to take your flower. You saved it for me, didn’t you, like a good girl?”
Her face was flushed, some tears streaming from beneath her blindfold, and her body was in such a heightened state of arousal. So much of her slick, honeyed fluid running down her inner thighs. Yet she gnawed her lower lip in such a familiar manner all the same.
“I did,” she whimpered out in such a slight gasp, bobbing her head just the slightest bit.
“What a good girl you are,” he husked, licking her fluids off of her nipple, savouring the taste. His free hand went down to his leather belt, deftly undoing it, followed by the button and zipper on his fine trousers. “I promise, my little princess, this won’t hurt. Not with how wet you are.”
He placed his forearm at her side, his fingers lightly resting along her bicep as he moved up along her body. His mouth was inches from hers, and he knew she must have been able to catch her own scent so near as her nose crinkled. “You taste like heaven to me, princess, and you look even better.”
He pushed down his boxer shorts, finally removing his heavy, throbbing cock from their confines. He needed her so bad, and there was already precum leaking from the swollen helm as he brought his member to her pussy.
Rubbing himself against her clit, he teased her slightly as he brushed away some hair from her ear. “Do you know what this is, pet?”
A very visible shudder travelled through her svelte frame and she nodded to him, biting her lower lip hard as she whimpered out an “mmhmm” to him. Even as naive as she seemed, blindfolded from reality, she knew what that hot, hard flesh that brushed against her sensitive quim was.
There was no mistaking it. Not a hint of deception in his intent.
“I’m going to take you, little girl, but I want you to ask for it.” His voice was so laced with lust, his breath still scented with her juices. He robbed the head of his cock over her clit again, then back to the entrance, and back again. It was threatening, teasing, and he was hardly able to contain himself from simply pushing in.
“Say, ‘take me, Daddy,’ and I will push my cock into you. I will make you feel things you never dreamed of, make you see things you never imagined. I will make you whole. But first, you have to say it.” He kissed her throat again, sucking her flesh hard and threatening her with bruises as his hand tightened around her bicep.
“Or, you can beg me not to, and I’ll do it anyways, but it will be so much worse, my little doll.”
He didn’t notice it at first, but she had completely frozen at his mention of the word ‘daddy’. She seemed to be pulled out of the moment by it.
Had he gone too far?
She’d broke down crying because of texts from her father. Her daddy, after all.
The moment of silence dragged on, her lips quivering as she was about to speak. Was it the safe word upon her lips? He wasn’t sure, but he didn’t press any further, just holding himself there as he waited for her decision.
Her nails dug into the silk sheets and leather bindings and she murmured, “Take me daddy,” as his cock coated itself in her slick honey still.
The relief he felt that he hadn’t pushed her to the limit was quickly stripped away by something far grander. The anticipation, the buildup, how torturous it had been on him, and as he finally began sinking himself into her, he felt whole. Remarkably, spectacularly whole. He didn’t hide the moan that erupted from his chest, he didn’t quiet the soft, “Good girl,” that fell from his lips. He simply pushed himself into her slowly.