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“Yes, Daddy.”
He glanced over at me, probably to check if I was being sarcastic. I was being all sorts of naughty in my head, but perfectly obedient on the outside.
“Brat,” he muttered. He found what he was looking for and then pulled it out of the box. It was a butt plug. Not a huge one, thank goodness.
“Feet together and up in the air.”
I did as he asked. My head lulled to the side so I could watch him as he began smearing some lube on my tight hole. His thumb circled it over and over, sometimes gently pressing into it. The next time he pressed into it, I tried to lift my hips and force his finger in, but he slapped my ass cheek instead and continued.
The slow tease was torture. Finally, his finger penetrated me, but it was so shallow. Then he pulled out and went back to massaging me. This repeated over and over until I was aching to be filled. My pussy was throbbing and begging for its own attention.
When my legs began shaking from staying up so long and I wasn’t sure I could take it anymore, he finally slid the plug into me.
“Beautiful.” He studied my ass for a few seconds and then landed another slap on my other ass cheek this time. His slap had me clenching around the butt plug.
“Legs down and wide apart.”
He pulled a small flogger out of the box, and a shiver of anxiety ran down my spine. “How are you doing?”
“Green, Daddy.”
He dragged the soft lashes of the flogger over my skin, painting up and down my thighs, skimming across my belly and chest, and running between my legs and upwards over my mound. The sensations raised goosebumps on my skin. It was erotic, but I couldn’t fully enjoy it because I didn’t know what was coming next.
I was just beginning to relax when he started flicking his wrist rhythmically so that the flogger dusted against my thighs over and over. The sensation wasn’t the stinging pain I’d expected. It was a dull thwack that eventually turned into a warmth that spread with each stroke.
He moved to my belly and repeated his actions. The first contact made me flinch, but then I relaxed into the odd sensation. He obviously wasn’t using anywhere near full strength, and I wondered if these hits would get harder.
My skin was feeling pleasantly warm, and I was letting down my guard. It was a mistake because suddenly the flogger flicked across my left nipple with a distinct snap.
“Fuck.” My wrists pulled against the cuffs and my legs jerked closed. It had stung, but I’d felt a jolt of pleasure right between my legs.
“Open your legs.” He’d gone back to slapping my belly in a figure-8 motion with the flogger.
I slid my legs open.
“Do you need to use your safe word?”
“No, Daddy.”
The lashes of the flogger whipped across my right nipple. This time, my hips were thrusting up into the air. Fuck, that stung but felt amazing at the same time.
He stopped and put the flogger down. He ran his hands gently over my pinked-up skin and it felt amazing — alive and tingly. “I’m going to give you an orgasm for being such a good girl.”
Oh, fuck, yes.
My eyes closed, and I took a few deep breaths. I didn’t expect what happened next. I guess I was looking for something more personal in nature, but suddenly I heard a soft buzz, seconds before Daddy held a wand vibrator against my clit and turned up the vibrations to a high speed.
Sure, I’d used vibrators on myself plenty of times, but I’d always been the one in control of them. I’d used them during sex only on occasion because I preferred the man I was having sex with to do that job himself. Since I was already pretty worked up from being restrained and flogged, the stimulus my clit couldn’t escape from was incredibly intense, almost to the point of pain.
It didn’t take long for me to feel the orgasm coming. It didn’t build up leisurely; it powered through me like an F5 tornado, destroying everything in its path.
I was wiggling and bucking to escape the sheer intensity of my climax and my legs were trying to slam closed even though Daddy was holding them down.
“No! Stop, no more!” I was begging for mercy.
He lifted the wand from my clit and pressed it against my right nipple, which had my inner muscles clenching just as violently. “Are you using your safe word?”
Was I? I was trying to think. I wiggled my hips, trying to get relief, but didn’t answer.
