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Melody took a few sips, admiring as Wes attached the jelly pad to the base. He grabbed his phone and with a few buttons he was able to turn the pad on.
Her thighs clenched tightly at the thought.
Wes set out the lube and opened the mystery package to reveal two plugs. One small and the other more of a medium. It intimidated her and skirted along limits she’d never pushed before.
He returned and stood in front of her holding his hand out.
Melody took his outstretched hand. He guided her to stand in front of the wooden sadistic looking rocking horse.
“You want to ride Daddy's naughty horse and see what it's really about?”
“Please. Yes, Daddy, please.”
“You'll wear these too won't you pretty girl?” He held up a pair of belled clamps with a short chain and dangled them in front of her.
She shivered, running her tongue over her bottom lip in anticipation. “Yes.”
“You do make a beautiful poseable toy, sweet Melody.” Wes stepped behind her, wrapping his arm around her middle.
Her body molded perfectly against his and she sighed in contentment. “Yes, Daddy.”
“You were curious about the project Noah and I were talking about?” Wes brushed her hair from her neck, his fingers trailing from behind her ear and down her shoulder. “Are you sure?”
Mel nodded. “I’m yours to play with, Sir.”
“Yes you are. We’ve been walking a fine line.”
“I know.”
“You don’t think you’re getting off that easy, do you, Melody?”
“Sir?”
“Those pretty lace panties you hung in my car." His eyes darkened. “Teasing doesn’t go unpunished, little girl.” Wes threaded his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back.
“Oh!” Instinctively she reached for his hands. His grunt of disapproval stopped her movements. Melody took even breaths, inhaling slowly from her nose in a desperate attempt at ignoring her prickling scalp.
Wes’ arm tightened around her middle and she sighed as the zing of pain morphed into pleasure between her thighs. She angled her neck, allowing him access to her warm pulse.
“What color are you?”
“Green. Hmm.”
“And your number?”
She was silent.
“Buttercup,” he warned.
“Fou–ive,” she breathed.
“That’s okay.” He kissed the top of her head. “Where is it coming from?”
“Overwhelmed, Sir.” She pressed her lips together and scrunched her nose.
“You can do better than that. Take a breath, close your eyes, and find the source.”
“Excited, curious.” Melody looked back at him expectedly. “I don’t know what you have planned.”
