Bred in Daddy's Handcuffs(7)
He'd stopped, roughly ten smacks in. The hand he still had on my wrists tightened, as if he were coldly contemplating what I'd just let slip out.#p#分页标题#e#
Oh, great. I've ruined it! He can't possibly feel the same way about me...can he?
Haltingly, he reached around, slowly rotating me to face him. A new fire rippled in his dark pupils, hotter than before.
I understood right away. Deep down inside, I knew what it was, even though I'd never been close enough to a man to see it firsthand.
These were the flames of need, not anger, the heat a man has that drives him to do everything to a woman.
Terrible things. Delightful things. Dangerous, primal, and decadent things.
“Daddy?” I whispered, shaking like a leaf as this livid and handsome stranger stared at me.
“Shut up. Speak with your body, Rachel, and not that whiny little mouth. Just this once.” His lips sealed tight and he moved into me.
His first kiss sent sparks showering through my vision, so hot and vibrant I thought I'd pass out, right there in his arms. He sensed me melting and reached out to hold me up, pulling me hard to his washboard chest.
My lips parted automatically for him. His tongue crept in, slashing and swirling like a master swordsman, inscribing his lust in every wet stroke.
I didn't know how long we stayed like that, losing my every vital breath in his mouth. When he finally released me, it was like coming up for air after being underwater too long.
Daddy held my shoulders as I leaned, my belly folded, desperate to pump badly needed oxygen into my lungs. Down below, my thighs were coated in thick syrup, the product of our lustful work.
His fingers dove to one knee, gingerly scooping it up as he moved his hand toward my slit. Daddy touched his forehead to mine, breathing heavily, cupping my naked mound for the first time.
“God, Rachel...is this what you really want? I don't know if I'm punishing you any longer, or giving into the greatest pleasure of my life.”
“Please, Daddy...take me to your bed. I want it all. No holding back.” My voice broke several times as I said the words.
Daddy didn't wait. He scooped me up in his arms, letting my jeans and panties fall to the floor.
Naked from the waist down, he carried me toward his dark bedroom. It was the same den, the very same bed he'd shared with my mother; decked in reds, burgundies, and swarming with his heavenly musk.
I toppled to the bed, my legs splaying out behind me as I landed on my belly. The bed's weight sank behind me, and I moaned when I felt Daddy's trousers pressed against my naked rear.
His hands reached around, shoving up my shirt with his forearms. They stopped on my breasts, cupping them through my lace bra.
Daddy squeezed hard. I gasped, tossing my head backward. My unruly hair fell to my naked flesh, sending a ticklish sensation all the way to my core.
“Do it, Daddy. Take it off. You can squeeze them or suck them anyway you want. These tits are yours now.”
One hand wound around just above my spine, popping the small hook holding my bra together. Daddy's breath came in a rush, heavy with surprise, as he tore my cups away, flinging them across the room.
His malicious hands returned, smothering my nipples, digging deep into my flesh, and then constricting like a vice. My little ass thrashed into him, shocked and awed at the way he manhandled my breasts, tugging them like soft toys.
It was just on the verge of being painful when he finally released them. They jerked up toward my body, but only for an instant.
When Daddy's in pursuit, he's a very impatient man. He rocked his hips against me, forcing me to feel the tall spike between his legs, the horn hidden by two small layers of fabric and nothing else.
Oh, Jesus. Fuck. Will it even fit inside me?
For the first time, worry darted through me. It never occurred to me that I'd have to struggle with Daddy's immense size, but I should've seen it coming.#p#分页标题#e#
You know what they say – big hands, big feet...and Daddy has always been big all around. Now, that mountain of a man was shifting his hips behind me, pawing at my breasts and panting like a steam engine.
He had the power to bury me in his unstoppable avalanche at any time, and we both knew it.
My face twisted with pleasure as his stubble raked across my shoulders. His fingers plucked my nipples again, softer this time, as if he were testing the soft dials of a very sensitive instrument.
Actually, he was. The way he caressed me in between nipple tugs warmed me to my depths, lighting yet another fire in the last few parts of me that hadn't been burned by the punishing burn on my ass or the love in my heart.
“Little girl, are you ready for this?” He growled, biting my earlobe and pulling it with his teeth until he heard me whimper. “Are you ready to have the bad stuff fucked out of you? I want my good girl back, Rachel, and I'm going to bring her here anyway I can.”