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Crap on a cracker!
This was the kind of thing she’d fantasized about but never thought would actually happen. Thanks to the books she read, she knew better than to tell him she was too heavy and to put her down, even if the thought ran through her mind.
Besides, he didn’t disappoint, manfully striding down the hallway and turning her so he could push his bedroom door open with his shoulder. Emily clung to his neck as he carried her into his room. It wasn’t a huge room, so the bed was right there, and he immediately placed her down on it, his body sliding down atop hers, their noses only a few inches apart.
“Last chance.” He growled the words, sending a shiver down her spine.
“Please, Daddy, I need this.” She needed him.
He groaned, lowering his mouth to claim her lips again. She kissed him back enthusiastically, arching her back to rub herself against him as she wound her legs around his thighs. She could feel the thick ridge of his erection pressing against her core through their clothing. Whimpering, she squirmed and rubbed herself against it, feeling the heat and arousal rush through her, replacing the fear and sadness that were riding her.
Sliding his hands over her body, he hooked his fingers into her shirt and ended their kiss long enough to pull it up over her head, then his lips were on hers again. She arched upward so he could reach behind her, his fingers seeking the clasp of her bra… and with one quick movement, he undid it with one hand. Considering he didn’t have much room to work with, it was particularly impressive.
He shifted atop her, pulling the bra off her arms and tossing it to the side before filling his hands with her breasts. Emily gasped against his lips as her senses buzzed, her nipples tightening against the sensation of his callused thumbs rubbing over them.
It felt so good.
It felt so right.
Reaching up, she slid her fingers into his thick hair and gently tugged. Now, it was his turn to groan, rocking his hips against her, then he released her breasts and grabbed her wrists.
“I can’t have you touching me, or I won’t be able to take my time the way I want to,” he murmured, more to himself than to her.
Emily stared up at him, feeling both excited and vulnerable as she realized she was half-naked in his bed, his hands wrapped around her wrists and pinning them down beside her head. The helplessness of her position excited her even more.
Something flickered through his eyes, then he moved her hands up above her head, so he could grasp both of her wrists in one hand.
“Oh…” Emily sucked in a breath of surprise at how incredibly sexy the move felt, especially when he leaned over to open up his nightstand and pulled out a pair of metal cuffs. He gave them a doubtful look, then faced her again.
“These aren’t what I would want to use—my asshole brother gave them to me last year as a joke—but they’re what I’ve got right now.” He closed one around her left wrist, the metal cold against her skin. Just feeling that cold loop around her wrist made her feel trapped in the most delicious way.
Trapped beneath him.
Trapped in his bed.
Unable to stop him from doing anything he wanted with her.
And there was a lot she wanted him to do.
Daddy threaded the cuff around the center pole of his headboard, then snapped it shut around her other wrist, cuffing her to the bed. Looking down at her, his eyes blazed hot with need.
“Be careful. I don’t want to see a single mark on your wrists from those, so no pulling on them.”
“Or what?” she challenged, her heart beating a little faster in her chest as her insides clenched.
Not bothering to answer, he smiled down at her, then lowered his mouth to her breasts. Emily gasped, shuddering as his hands plumped the soft mounds, pushing them up and together while her nipple was sucked into his hot mouth. Pure pleasure shot through her, straight to her pussy, and she whimpered. Metal clanged against metal as she instinctively tried to move her arms, only to be caught up short by the cuff.
Daddy nipped her nipple, hard enough to make her cry out.
“What did I just say?”
“Sorry, Daddy. I couldn’t help it.”
“Not a bruise,” he growled. “Or you’ll regret it.”
Emily wrapped her fingers around the bar and held on for dear life as Daddy’s head dropped down to her breasts again.
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