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My body was limp beneath him, my skin hot with the aftermath of being ***ed and praised. Still trembling, I whimpered when he pulled out, my thighs slick and twitching. I felt raw and ***. Yet, I could feel a need deep inside my chest. I hadn't had enough.

 

“Get up,” he said lowly, slapping my ass with a heavy hand, “You’re not done. I’m not done.”

 

He tugged me off the couch by the wrist, and my knees buckled as I tried to stand. He caught me with a chuckle, his lips brushing my ear. He bit my lobe, tugging gently, yet firmly. I let out a little squeak and squirmed against him, the sensitivity catching me by surprise.

 

“Such a fucked out mess already, and I’ve barely touched you yet.”

 

I stumbled after him, naked and off kilter, coated in sweat and lust. He guided me to the bathroom, flipping on the light switch.

 

“Shower. Be thorough, but make it quick. I need you clean so I can ruin you all over again.”

 

He leaned in and kissed my cheek, giving me a goofy side smile. The contrast made my heart flutter. Rough and soft. Sharp and sweet. With that, he left, leaving the door open behind him.

 

I took in a shaky breath, looking around and wondering if I should close the door. Before I could move, I heard him call, “Keep it open, dirty sluts need to be watched.”

 

I gave a soft laugh and shook my head, smiling to myself, then went about my business.

 

In the hallway, I heard movement. Rustling sheets. Drawer handles. Metal clinks. I shivered under the warm water, my breath catching at the anticipation. He was setting up the bed. Straps. Rope. I could sense it, almost like an instinct, the transformation of the space. No longer was it just a bedroom, it's become a place of ritual and control.

 

When I emerged from the shower, dripping and flushed, he was waiting with a towel. He handed it to me and tapped my nose, “Dry off and follow me.” And just like that, his demeanor shifted and Daddy was back.

 

The lights were low, just a soft lamp and the flicker of a candle. The bed was stripped down and rebuilt. There were wide leather straps coiled at each corner, waiting to be used.

 

He crooked a finger toward me.

 

“Come here.”

 

I obeyed, my heart thundering.

 

“Lie down. Arms and legs spread. I want every part of you *** for me tonight.”

 

The restraints were soft but tight. I tested them, feeling that delicious sting of immobility. He loomed over me then, dragging a hand slowly from my breast to my inner thigh. “Tonight,” he whispered, “you’re mine. My canvas. My toy. My fuckable little altar.”

 

Excitement and *** coursed through me, my breathing coming quickly. I felt *** and present, just like prey.

 

Then came the toy.

 

He held it in his palm, a bright blue plug slick with lube, glistening in the dim light.

 

“Open up for me,” he murmured, lifting my hips, spreading me. “I want to see how filthy my sweet girl can be.”

 

He pressed it against my ass, slow and insistent, stretching me again. My lips parted in a moan, the pressure sharp at first, then easing as I gave in to it. He kept whispering.

 

“Good girl. Dirty thing. Plugged and strapped and dripping. You were made for this.”

 

He kissed my belly as the plug nestled into place. His tongue followed, lower, down to the slick heat between my thighs. His hot breath against my pussy making me shiver and tug on my restraints. He chuckled low and gave a bruising bite to my thigh, making me cry out.

 

“Good girls stay put.” he said licking the ouch. He began to lick, kiss, and nibble. Giving little marks here and there. He alternated, so I maddeningly couldn't predict what was coming. His mouth was relentless, and soon his fingers joined in. Curling just right, the pressure adding to the intensity with both my holes stretched and trembling.

 

Then he paused, pulled back, and looked. Causing me to give a pleading whimper.

 

“Well look at that,” he said with a crooked smile. “You’re creaming for me already.”

 

A moan tore from my throat as he slapped my clit, making my hips jump. He laughed, and repeated his slaps once, twice, three times. My body responding, and my cries echoing each touch.

 

“Filthy little hole. You love this.”

 

He slid two fingers inside again, slowly, then added a third. My body arched, writhing against the straps.

 

“Oh, no, Pet. You're not going anywhere.”

 

Then came the toy. The buzzing, high-pitched hum that made my thighs clench even before it touched me.

 

He used it to edge me. Over and over. Cruel in his rhythm, drawing me to the edge and pulling away, watching me break. Watching my body tremble and my cries rise. When he finally allowed me release, I wasn't just wet, I was a torrent. Sudden, intense, and screaming for him as I shattered.

 

He groaned deeply, watching me and listening to the squelch between my legs. The mess he'd coaxed from me. I was loose, shaking, and dripping.

 

I sucked in a breath as he slowly removed the plug from ass and tenderly rubbed my holes. He unstrapped me one limb at a time, giving sweet kisses and murmuring affirmations.

 

Finished, he stood over me admiring his work, “That’s my perfect little wreck. Ruined just how I like you.”

 

I smiled sweetly and went to sit up; But he pushed a hand into my chest, pinning me with a perfect wicked grin, “We're not finished, Pet. I still haven't claimed that whore ass.”

 

Beautiful. ♡

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DP, your writing is deliciously hot. Please keep it up!
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Patiently waiting for the next chapter. Your writing is amazing!
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