Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
“Then why don’t you step away from the door and come this way?” I lead her over to the refrigerator, fetch her a glass of water, and help her back to the stairs. “Now, no more coming out to the kitchen, please. We don’t want you to get hurt, okay?”
She nods. “Okay.” She pads back upstairs, and I hear her bedroom door shut. I blow out a breath. If she had actually stepped foot outside, who knows what could’ve happened. She needs more help than she’s getting.
When I come back in the room, Miranda eyes me curiously. “You were very gentle with her. Everything okay?”
“She just wanted some water.” We’ll talk about the rest in the morning.
Her mind will be elsewhere, and I need to bring her back to the present.
“I see you’ve been daddy’s good little girl?”
Her eyes shine at me, and she nods. “Kinda hard to do anything naughty when you’re strapped to a bedpost.”
“Oh, honey. It’s very, very easy to do something naughty in this position.”
She grins at me as I make my way over to her. I kiss her softly, and our tongues touch, an instant frisson of awareness passing between us. I cup one breast while I suckle the other, until she’s keening with pleasure and panting for more. I run my tongue down her thighs to her pussy, and kiss her right there as her hips rise to meet me.
I swallow hard. I remember the taste of her on the plane. I want more.
I tease her with the very tip of my tongue, sliding down her seam, and she moans in unadulterated pleasure. Her eyes go half-lidded as I pull away, kissing down the length of her thighs. I massage under her knees and raise them so her feet are propped up on the bed.
“Spread your knees, baby. Let daddy have a look.”
She watches me in wide-eyed fascination as she moves to obey. She bites her lip, watching me.
“Good girl,” I whisper, tracing the back of my hand on her inner thing. I want her so ready she begs for me. I run my hand over and over her soft, warm thighs, gently stroke her pussy, then go back to her thighs, then return to her breasts, licking and suckling, biting and nipping.
“Oh God,” she groans. “Yessss.”
I glide my hands under her ass and squeeze her perfect globes.
“Ooohh,” she says in surprise. “I can still feel where you spanked me, daddy.”
I give her another squeeze. “Good girl. We’ll keep you good and primed, then. Did you like your spanking?”
She nods, biting her lip. “I did. I didn’t know something that hurt could be so good.”
“So you’re a kink virgin, too, I take it?”
She nods. “Uh. Yeah.”
“So you’ve never played with wax, plugs, or canes?”
She shakes her head, her eyes wide.
“Daddy’s gonna have fun with this.”
“The night is still young.”
Her words almost take me out of the moment.
We aren’t over after tonight. I’ll do whatever I can to make sure of that. But I won’t startle her. I need to keep her with me.
“That’s right, baby.” I reach for my pants and unfasten them. My thick cock bobs, my balls ache. I’m so eager to fuck her I can hardly keep myself contained. I swallow hard. I remove the rest of my clothes and fold them neatly beside us.
I glide the head of my cock to her entrance and stroke myself through her wet folds. She moans but trembles. Excited, but nervous.
I reach for her hand. “You’ve got this. Trust me, baby. I’ll make it good.”
I stroke my fingers through her folds and tease her clit. She moans with pleasure and moves with my hand, her hips rocking for friction. I shake my head. “Not yet, baby.”
I position myself above her, gently lowering my weight to hers. I unfasten the belt that ties her to the post, freeing her, and her hands go around my neck, anchoring herself to me. I hold her, my arms encircling her, just as I guide my cock to her tight, hot pussy.
She gasps when I enter her, her body tightens beneath me.
“Easy, baby. Relax,” I whisper in her ear. “Daddy’s got you.”
She closes her eyes and relaxes her body with a little grin. “All those yoga classes helped…”
I smile. “They did, baby.” My cock pulses in her, and I’m dying to thrust harder. Deeper. I need to ease her into this, though.
I move my hips, building a rhythm until she moans with pleasure.
“Yes,” she whispers. “God, yes.”
I rock in and out, as gently as I can. The walls of her pussy clench, and she’s panting.
“You okay, baby?”
“Oh, God,” she whispers. “I’ve never been better. Please, daddy. Don’t stop.”
Chapter Ten
Miranda
I get wetter and warmer and more wanting with every thrust he offers me. I don’t know if it’s my age or all the working out, but there’s no pain, no tearing, nothing like what I’d imagined. Just the feel of him inside me, stretching me, filling me.