He paused, giving her time to look it over. She shivered in anticipation of the pain. What was going on with her? She was all in. Even she knew it was all in the way he wielded it. She trusted him completely.
When she said nothing, he smiled and moved to stand behind her. He started light, controlling his power. He began with light strikes to her back and bottom. Slow, steady strokes that warmed her skin. Each strike thudded across her skin, bringing her nerves to life.
She gasped and pushed into the sensation. He increased the intensity. The flogger kissed her thighs and the underside of her ass. She leaned into the sensations as the blows came faster and faster.
The clamps tugged at her nipples with every movement and sent fresh sparks straight to her clit. She cried out when he focused on her ass. The plug shifted inside her with every impact as she clenched the stem. She was so wet her arousal ran down her thighs.
When he finished, he pressed his body against her back. His hard cock showed he was as turned on as she was. She pushed her bottom harder against the bulge, and he groaned.
“You took your flogging so well for me,” he said. His voice stayed rough with need. “You need this side of me, don’t you, dirty girl? You need to feel me claim every inch of what is mine.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she cried out. “I want you so bad.”
He dropped the flogger and stepped in front of her. He removed the nipple clamps one at a time. Blood rushed back into the sensitive buds, and she whimpered at the fresh sting.
He soothed them with his mouth, sucking and licking until she was shaking with need. He reached down and fucked her with the plug, pushing and pulling it in shallow thrusts while his fingers found her clit.
The pleasure mixed with pain inside again and again as he worked the butt plug in and out over and over until she broke, screaming his name. She whimpered when he didn’t stop. He built her up again until she begged him, pleaded with him to stop the extension of her orgasm that long was pure torture. Only then did he free her wrists and carry her to the bed.
Bending her over the edge of the bed, he carefully removed the plug before flipping her over onto her back. When she tried to sit up, he pressed his hand flat against her stomach and held her in place. He lifted her thighs and hooked her knees over his shoulders.
She wanted to protest. She had nothing else to give, but then his tongue traced up her slit from her core to her clit, and all thought was a thing of the past. God lord, the things her Daddy could do with his tongue. He knew just how to lick places with the perfect amount of pressure that she didn’t even know existed.
“You taste like perfection, Darkling. I will never get enough of your sweet pussy.”
By the time he was finished, she’d come again. She was a living miracle at that point. Her juices trickled over her inner thighs. “Please, Daddy,” she begged. “I need you inside me.”
“I know, naughty girl, but Daddy needs to hear you apologize for hiding his keys,” he said as he pressed kisses over her mound. “That was very, very naughty.”
That was a problem. If it led to punishments like this, she didn’t want to apologize. But she didn’t explain all that. Instead, she just said, “No.”
Her eyes shot open when he delivered a stinging spank, but not to her bottom. No, he spanked her pussy, right over her clit. Before she could react, he smacked her again.
She should not, could not be liking this. Who was she anymore? If he kept that up, she was going to orgasm again without him inside her. “Sorry, Daddy,” she cried out. “I’m so, so sorry for hiding your keys.”
“That’s my good girl.” And then he was inside her. His first thrust made her gasp.
He took her slow and deep at first. Then the pace turned harder. He drove into her with possession that left no doubt who she belonged to. She broke again, drowning in wave after wave of pleasure. He followed with a groan against her neck that vibrated through both of them.
They collapsed together breathless, each panting as if they’d just run a marathon. He rolled off her and lay there, stroking his cock while she watched.
“Daddy.”
“Yes, Darkling.”
“Are you going to release me?”
“Release you, no, I don’t think that’s ever going to happen.”
She stared at him, mouth open.
He chuckled. “But I will take off these restraints.”
A few minutes later, she was lying under the covers, tucked tight against his chest. Reaching into the nightstand, he took out one of the chocolate eggs left over from the morning’s protest.
Unwrapping it, he fed her the chocolate one bite at a time. The sweetness melted on her tongue while he stroked her hair.
"So, I guess our protest worked.”