Page 5 of A New Year's Toy

“Smart girl.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” Her voice is breathless, her heightened arousal practically coating the room. “Open the largest one. It’s for you.”

Her request means consulting time is over. The rest of the bag goes to the floor after I take out the red package, tear the wrapper and open it. A sadistic smirk tugs at my lips.

Between, under, and all around the five toys inside the box, there are so many black bondage ribbons. We’ve been experimenting for a couple of months on more elaborate knots with Paul, our private instructor, so I don’t damage her in the process.

Time to put his lessons to the test. Sans clothes.

I free my hands, lowering to kneel beside Nola. The minidress that’s been taunting me on the ride over goes first. I start at the hem, sliding the elastic fabric over her head and throwing it to the side.

“This isn’t going to be nice.” I snap the hatch of her bra, discarding it somewhere in the background.

“We never do nice.”

“Goddamn right.”

With a hand around her lower back, I pull her to me. The movement is harsh, a whip forcing her to arch her back. Her nipples are in my face, and I bite and torture the left while twisting and kneading her right breast between punishing fingers.

“You wet for me?” I murmur to her reddening flesh.

“Yes,” she gasps, completely at my mercy.

“You want me to use the items in here? On you?”

“Yes.” Her legs tremble as her nipples harden under my ministrations. “I want you, all the time.”

My head snaps up. “You’re gonna wish you didn’t say that.”

Instead of being horrified, Nola’s eyes go half-mast. All pleasure, without the pain the both of us cherish. I’ll have to rectify that.“On the bed.” I get up, jerking my head toward the made sheets. “Quick.”

Nola scrambles to her feet, walking fast to come lie on her back. She spreads her knees for me, showing me her slickness through the thin lace of her panties.

“Greedy little girl.” I pinch my stubbled chin, pretending to contemplate what to do with her next.

It’s a pretense. I know exactly what.

With one knee on the mattress, I go about removing the remaining fabric separating Nola’s cunt from me.

“Don’t move.” I glare down at her. She nods, mouthing the word yes.

Retrieving the small pair of scissors from the gift box, I place the dull part of the inner blade on her thigh. Nola squirms at the touch of the cold metal on her skin.

“I said,”—I press her thigh forcefully to the bed, opening her up more—“don’t. Move.”

“Okay.” Her teeth sink into her bottom lip.

I thrive on her skin breaking, her tears leaking, the saliva dripping down her chin when she gags on my cock. No fear that I’ll do something we haven’t discussed with the potential to harm her.

“Nola.” My fingers alternate between squeezing the flesh of her thigh and caressing it.

“Yeah?” The mixture of pain and fear has her somewhat floaty.

I quit stroking her. I grab her, hard.

“Nola.”

“Yes?” Her eyes are a bit more lucid, her throat clears.

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