Page 103 of Bartholomew
“Oh, I’ll touch you, baby. I’ll play with you until you beg me to stop. And I won’t stop,” I chuckled darkly. “Now, be a good girl for me and wait while I get some supplies.”
I quickly gathered what I needed from the closet: a blindfold, a crop, a set of leather cuffs, clothespins, and our forever favorite; Donatello, the magic wand. I brought them back into the room, enjoying the way her eyes widened and she licked her lips in anticipation.
I set the items on the foot of the bed, kneeling down to secure the cuffs to her ankles and locking them to the chaise’s legs. Thank God, I had decided to put hard points on the feet. This was fast becoming one of our favorite ways to play. It kept her legs open and spread for me, and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it.
“Ready to submit, my little firefly?” I asked her, smirking at her wanton and lustful expression.
“I submit to your will, Daddy,” she responded with an arch of her eyebrow. She was no brat, but fuck me, that bit of sass was everything. She kept things fun, kept me on my toes, and I was completely and irrevocably addicted to her.
“That’s my girl,” I praised, slipping the blindfold over her eyes. “Arms above your head and do not move them.” My command was a simple one, one we had grown to love. While her legs physically could not close, her arms she had a choice on. Sometimes she was a good girl and kept them in place as commanded, but other times she would choose to disobey, earning her a swift punishment. Those little “funishments” guaranteed her some time bent over my knee while I turned that sweet ass red.
My hand found her pussy again, wet and wanting, as she ground herself into my palm.
“That pussy is quite ready for me. Already dripping. I wonder if the rest of you is just as ready for me,” I teased, letting my fingers tickle lower to her darkened back entrance. She gasped, whimpering and writhing against my fingers in search of more. “Such a needy little body for me. My fingers are going to play with you here. I’m going to stretch you open and make you beg to cum. Fuck, you are so hot,” I groaned.
“But first, I want my firefly on edge for me,” I teased.
“I’m already on edge for you, Daddy,” she panted out.
“Ah, but not enough, love.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead, grabbing Donatello and placing it firmly up against her clit. Pushing the on button, she shouted, the buzzing already tormenting her little button and hurdling her arousal into high gear.
“Let’s keep you nice and wet while Daddy works.” I grabbed the bag of clothespins from the bed, pulling a handful out. Pinching first one nipple then the other, I watched as they tightened and hardened at my touch. “Let’s start here.” Pinching the skin above her nipple, I placed the first clothespin. She gasped and then melted under the sweet, light pain of the clip. One by one, I placed each pin in a line up towards her collarbone. The last few earned me a hiss, then a groan as she sank further into beautiful submission.
“Breathe, baby,” I whispered, coaxing her, and soothing her with my words as I began another line, from her nipple to the outside of her breast.
One by one, the pins were placed, each pulling her skin. The last pin on that breast had her skin pulled taut enough that I found it difficult to place.
“Fucking stunning, firefly.” I repeated the same treatment to the other breast, the last several pins causing her discomfort. I pressed the button on the wand, the vibrations increasing.
“Daddy,” she whined, as I placed the last clip.
“Breathe into it, love. Just like that. Fuck me, you look stunning like this,” I praised. She took my breath away like this; stretched out on the chaise where I could play to my heart’s content with her willing, enticing body.
I ran my hand down her stomach, pushing the wand out of the way so that I could sink my fingers into her sopping wet pussy. That little clit, erect and swollen, throbbed beneath my touch.
“Daddy, please!” she begged.
“Already begging for me? Let’s see just how good at begging you’ve gotten.” My words were meant to titillate, and fuck, she did not disappoint. I teased her clit, flicking and circling my fingertips around it as her hips rose to meet my touch.
“Please. Please don’t stop touching me. Please make me cum, Daddy!”
“Not yet, firefly,” I taunted, slowing my touch down as I circled.
“No! Please don’t slow down. Faster! Please!”
“What was that?” I pretended to not have heard her, unable to wipe the smirk from my face. Fuck, I loved this. Slower and slower, my touches continued, drawing out those beautiful pleas from her lips.
“Please go faster, Daddy. I need it! I need to cum.” Her whines and whimpers were music to my ears. I slowed my motions until they stopped all together.
“Take what I give, firefly,” I chided playfully. My fingers spread her lips open, looking over her swollen clit, drenched in her arousal and calling me like a moth to a flame. I leaned down, flicking my tongue over that pearl, tasting her musky sweetness.
“All I want is to drown myself in your taste, firefly,” I groaned at her taste. “That, and this,” my words were muffled against her pussy. My fingers moving down to that tight little asshole. We had begun playing more with this place. The way she responded, timid and shy, embarrassed, and cautious at first, but then — Good God Almighty, she would open up for me, blossom under my touch and explode into a wild thing, desperate for the darker parts of our play. It was magnificent.
My finger swirled around her wrinkled back hole, teasing and tickling, spreading her arousal over that tight entrance in order to open her up to me. The tip of one finger pushed its way past her tight rim.
“Open up for me, firefly. Stay nice and relaxed.” Her whimpered response had my cock weeping with need for her. I grabbed Donatello from the bed, flipping the switch and pressing it to her clit as my finger slid past the rim of her ass, stretching her slowly as I moved in and out of her tight little backdoor.
“Oh God, Daddy!” she cried out, her back arching off the chaise as my finger pumped in and out of her, stretching her just a little more. The buzzing on her clit had her toes already curling and her breasts rose and fell rapidly as she panted out her breath.
