Page 78 of Delivered in White

As soon as my bra drops, I leap toward the top of the pole and pull myself all the way up, showing him how much stronger I’ve gotten. I spin once, recalling that it’s all about presentation – my face has to show pleasure, not struggle in how difficult it is to hold myself up. It’s not that hard, really, because I want Trino inside meright now.

My finger lingers over my bottom lip with each rotation, showing him my tongue. Then slowly, by the next rotation, I touch myself, moaning to make him nuts.

He hops on stage in the middle of my dance, and my breath catches.

“Get back down—” I try to demand, but a forceful hand claps over my mouth. His eyes are cold, and they make me soaking wet. He doesn’t grunt or groan, just lingers in the silence he created, putting a finger slowly to his mouth, telling me to be quiet.

Zzt.

A handcuff claps around my wrist, tethering me to the pole. A firm yank up and the other is bound.

I amnotin control.

Heat floods my cheeks. I’m mortified, angry, and deathly turned on.

“You’ve been busy,” his voice purrs as he walks around me. I can practically feel his eyes on my ass.

I’m about to yell at him, but before I can, he drags both sets of cuffs to the floor, yanking my hands with them. Now I’m on my knees, completely shell-shocked.

He pulls my hair back so his lips are near my ear, his hand raised near my ass. “You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you?”

This is all wrong. I shouldn’t be wet down there as I’m manhandled… but… I am.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whimper, mouth open.

He slaps my ass lightly, testing whether I like it.

I do.

And he likes the moan that comes out of me.

There’s something dark about him right now, something more mysterious than when we play around at home.

Slap!

My ass jiggles, and the ripples of fiery pain make me want to give him permission to stick it in right here and now.

“Don’t move, Capri, or I’ll have to punish you again.” His even tone sends chills down my neck. “You have to know this is for your own good.”

My brow furrows as I look to the floor in front of me, cuffs jangling. I’m confused because I’ve never felt such powerful arousal without being touched. Am I twisted in the head? Has my body been leading me to this darkness all along?

Slap!

“I told you not to move,” he whispers.

I moan again, exactly how I do when his fingers touch my slit.

“I’m—I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Goodgirl.” He steps around me, theclackof his loafers prickling my ears.

I’m careful not to move my head as he stops dead in front of me. He smells like cologne and musk from outside. My man has been busy doing dark things, hasn’t he?

“You still have to pay for your crimes though.” He unzips his pants, and I can’t wait to see what my dance has done for him.

He whips it out, sending another ripple of chills through me. The heat between my legs. All day I’ve been thinking about it. Still, I dare not make eye contact with him.

As I open my mouth to receive it like an unholy communion, he bends down to slip his big hand around my throat. No pressure, no grip, just to let me know it’s there like a collar.

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