Fold Up
He left quicker than usual, the red never fading. The door wasn’t even shut before I fingers down between my legs. God, it was good, but now that I knew something could actually
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happen with Daddy, it wasn’t enough. I talked like he had.
“Oh, so good. Rub me there. Yeah, right there. I want you in me. Deep inside me. Oh Daddy.” It was the “Oh Daddy” that did it. Not just for me, but there was a sudden thump right outside the door. He was listening! My orgasm was already barreling ahead at full speed and there was no stopping it, but now it had extra edge to it. I talked to him now, while rubbing frantically, wanting this to last forever.
“Oh Daddy, it’s so big. So deep. Fuck, you’re huge, Daddy. Yeah. Make your little girl come.” I threw words at the door, hoping he’d hear them, until there was no come left and I was exhausted. Listening carefully, I thought I heard him sneak down the stairs, but it was too faint to be sure. Whether he’d actually heard or not, just acting like he did had been mind blowing.
I fell asleep with a smile on my face.
The next time, there was something different about him. I’d gotten used to him acting nervous, or at least seeming bothered and awkward. Instead his grin was confident, as if he knew something I didn’t. Was this the next stage in our game? It made me apprehensive, and
excited.
He secured my hands to the headboard, but instead of leaving, he sat on the bed. “I brought a surprise for you today, Princess.” Now he had my full attention. Rummaging in his pocket, he pulled out two more pairs of cuffs and some thin rope. Deep pockets. “I’ve done a little research. I figured you might like this.”
Oh shit. He’d totally heard me the day before. That had to be it. It explained the confidence. He knew I wanted him too. What would he do about it, though? My heart hammered in my chest at the thought of the things he could do to me while I was helpless. Naughty things.
The cuffs fit well around my ankles when he clicked them in place. One set on each leg. Then he threaded the ropes through a ring on each cuff and ran them to the bedposts at my feet. That way, he spread my legs wide, leaving me open and exposed. The silk sheet covered me,
but I felt even more helpless than usual.
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t rub my thighs together, the only thing I had that was close to touching myself. Terrified and turned the hell on, I bit my lower lip and looked up him,
wondering what was next.
