Page 46 of Bratva Daddy
"Lie back," I instructed, setting her down on the black silk sheets. "Arms above your head."
She complied immediately, stretching out like an offering, and I had to take a moment just to look at her. Pale skin againstdark fabric, exactly as I'd imagined. Black lace panties soaked through. Hair spread across my pillows like spun gold.
I reached into the nightstand, pulling out the silk rope I'd purchased specifically for this—for her. Not rough hemp that would hurt unnecessarily, but smooth silk that would hold without damaging.
"Your first time being tied up?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.
"Yes," she whispered, watching me uncoil the rope with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
"Then we keep it simple," I said, moving to the head of the bed. "Just your wrists for now. If it's too much, if you panic, what do you say?"
"Matryoshka," she replied immediately, and I rewarded her with a kiss to her forehead.
"Good girl. Arms up."
I wound the silk rope around her wrists with practiced ease, not too tight but secure enough that she couldn't slip free. The rope connected to the headboard, keeping her arms stretched above her head, completely vulnerable to whatever I wanted to do to her.
"How does that feel?" I asked, running a finger down her extended arm.
"Safe," she said, then looked surprised at her own answer. "I feel safe."
Something in my chest tightened at that admission. This woman who I'd kidnapped, who I'd just tied to my bed, felt safe with me. The responsibility of that trust was heavier than any crown.
"You are safe," I promised, beginning my exploration of her body properly now. "Always safe with Daddy."
My hands started at her wrists, checking the bonds, then traced down her arms with feather-light touches that made hershiver. I took my time, learning every sensitive spot, every place that made her breath catch. The inside of her elbow. The spot where neck met shoulder. The underside of her breasts, still covered by that black lace.
"Please," she whispered when I'd spent five minutes just tracing patterns on her ribs.
"Please what?" I asked, though I knew exactly what she wanted.
"Touch me," she begged, hips lifting off the bed seeking contact.
"I am touching you," I said deliberately, fingers skating across her stomach, carefully avoiding anywhere she actually needed stimulation.
"You know what I mean," she groaned, pulling against the restraints.
"Use your words, baby girl. Tell Daddy exactly what you want."
Her face flushed deeper, but she was too desperate to be shy. "I want you to touch my pussy. Want your mouth on me. Want you inside me. Please, Daddy, I need—"
I cut her off by cupping her through her soaked panties, and she cried out at the contact, hips bucking up into my hand.
"So wet," I observed, rubbing slow circles that provided just enough pressure to drive her insane but not enough to get her off. "You've soaked through these completely. Such a needy little girl."
I hooked my fingers in the waistband and pulled them down slowly, revealing her to me completely for the first time. She was perfect—pink and swollen and glistening with arousal. The scent of her filled my lungs, made my mouth water.
"Daddy's going to taste you now," I informed her, settling between her legs. "And you're going to be a good girl and take whatever I give you."
The first swipe of my tongue made her scream. I'd barely touched her—just the lightest brush across her clit—and she shattered immediately, coming with my name on her lips, body arching off the bed as much as the restraints allowed.
I pulled back, tsking disapprovingly even as my cock throbbed at her responsiveness. "Did I say you could come?"
"I—I couldn't—it just—" she stammered, still shaking from the orgasm.
"Naughty girl," I said, running a finger through her wetness, carefully avoiding her oversensitive clit. "Coming without permission. Now Daddy has to teach you about control."
I lowered my mouth to her again, this time avoiding her clit entirely, licking everywhere else with slow, deliberate strokes. She whimpered and pulled against the restraints, trying to position herself where she needed my mouth, but I held her hips firmly in place.
