Page 33 of Defended
The red marks on her skin from her corset made him frown inwardly, but he kept his expression smooth. He didn't particularly care to see anything marring her skin that he hadn't put there himself. If she became his baby girl, he'd dress her in soft fabrics and ruffles. Definitely nothing restrictive enough to leave marks behind.
"Very responsive nipples," Kawan murmured, enjoying the blush that immediately heated her face. "They're so pretty and hard, I think they deserve some jewelry."
He pinched the tender buds, making Melody squeak, before releasing them and moving over to the tray he'd set up when he'd first arrived, rolling it over next to the table. Melody's brown eyes widened as she took in the array. Kawan decided to leave it where she could easily see it. Just looking at the toys, knowing they'd soon be used on her, should help build her anticipation nicely.
Picking up the tweezer clamps, which were connected by a long chain, he dropped them on her stomach before returning his hands to her breasts. Her muscles quivered under the cool metal, her eyes wide as she watched him cup her breasts again, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers while he watched her expressions.
"Oh... oh please..." She writhed when he pinched down, tugging gently on her nipples, her head thrashing back and forth.
"Please what, baby girl?" he asked, pinching even harder and twisting a little, making her gasp. Each small increase of pain was met with a surge of lust in her eyes. She was at least a little bit of a masochist.
"Please... Daddy... I need more..." she begged prettily, panting for breath between her words. Her pleading made his cock throb. She was squirming even more, her legs pressed together as she wriggled, like she was trying to put enough pressure on her pussy to get herself off. Naughty little thing.
"Okay, baby girl, I'll give you more."
Kawan gave her nipples another firm pinch and she squealed before he released them. The pink buds stood out from her breasts, practically begging to be adorned. Quickly, Kawan pinched the base of each nipple with a clamp before sliding the loop up the tweezers to adjust the grip. Tight enough to hold on and keep her nipples hard and sensitive, but not so tight they'd be immediately painful.
"Where else do you need more, sweetheart?" he asked, rubbing his hands over her ribcage and down her sides. The red marks her corset had left on her skin were already fading, but rubbing them helped even more. "Where do you need Daddy's help?"
When Melody answered, her voice was higher than before, somehow both girlish and sultry. Her little side was definitely sexual, and Kawan was thrilled. While he could be perfectly happy indulging a baby girl's little side outside of the bedroom and tending to her needs as an adult inside of the bedroom, he'd always loved it when the two overlapped. It added an illicit taboo feeling to the sex, which he thoroughly enjoyed.
"Um, down... um, between my legs, please, Daddy." She was still pleading.
"Down here?" Kawan asked, giving her a kiss just above the waistband of her skirt on the soft skin of her stomach.
Melody groaned. "No, Daddy, lower, please!"
Playing like this, teasing her like this, was sinful torture. Kawan wanted nothing more than to flip up her skirt and bury himself inside of her, but at the same time he was enjoying himself too much to bring this to a premature conclusion. As good as last week's scene had been, it had been unplanned. He wanted this, the first scene that he'd planned for her, to be utterly unforgettable.
Pulling her skirt up so that it bunched around her hips, Kawan groaned softly when he saw the white thong she was wearing underneath. It was soaked with her arousal, to the point where it had become completely see through over her pussy lips, making it clear that she was completely clean shaven. That or she waxed. Either way, the almost transparent fabric clung to her, hiding nothing.
Kawan cupped her mound, his fingers gently rubbing her pussy through the silky fabric. Her hips lifted, trying to push against his touch, seeking firmer contact. "Here, baby girl?"
"Yes, pleaaaase, Daddy!"
He chuckled to himself then because he knew that as much as this was torture for him, it was so much worse for her... and he had no intention of ending her torment any time soon.
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When Daddy moved aroundto the end of the table and grabbed her ankles, pulling them apart, Melody cried out in both surprise and aggravation. He could move very quickly when he wanted to, and before she could even form a protest, he had both of her heels pressed into stirrups and her ankles strapped down to them. Now she couldn't even seek stimulation from pressing her thighs together.
"Daaaaddy!" She sounded so whiny and yet she couldn't make herself stop... and it didn't seem like it bothered her Daddy at all.
If anything, the look he gave her was even more lustful than before. He adjusted something on the table and the section that had been under her legs dropped down, leaving her bottom hanging slightly off the end of the table. She arched upwards.
Ignoring her plea, Daddy made a tutting sound at her.
"What a naughty little girl," he said, sending a rush of heat through Melody's already molten pussy. "Squirming all over the place, wearing inappropriate underwear... I can see I'm going to have to give my little girl some hard lessons in behavior."
The urge to press her legs together intensified. Melody was sure that if she could do so, she'd have orgasmed right then and there. She wouldn't need more than the slightest stimulation to go off like a rocket. Had she ever been so aware of her body?
Her nipples were throbbing, her insides clenching, and her clit was so swollen she'd swear she could feel it rubbing against her pussy lips when she'd been able to squeeze her legs against it.
The smile he gave her promised all sorts of naughty delights and Melody whimpered.
When he picked up a small pair of scissors that she hadn't even noticed among all the other toys on the tray—because who noticed scissors when there were nipple clamps, butt plugs, vibrators, and whips around?—her breath caught in her throat.
"This thong is going to have to go," he said, shaking his head. "Little girls aren't allowed to wear such naughty things."
