Page 125 of Big Daddy Christmas
“G-green. But please, I can’t… It hurts.”
“Shhh, princess. I’m going to leave the clamps right where they are for now. You’ve been so very good for me.”
Every breath felt as though she was dragging air in through a vise wrapped around her lungs. Her entire body shook with the effort, but beneath it all was a warm glow, spreading through her veins.
She’d done it. She’d taken the pain he wanted to give her, and she hadn’t broken.
She was invincible.
And when he lowered himself between her thighs, this incredible, powerful man who’d pushed her past what she thought she could bear, she was fairly certain she could have moved the entire Appalachian mountain range all on her own. Wrapping his arms around her legs, he forced them even further apart, giving him access to all those private, hidden parts of her and her breath caught in her throat when he pressed a kiss to her inner thigh.
It was unbearably sweet, impossibly erotic, and everything in her trembled.
“My beautiful princess,” he murmured, skimming his lips over that extra sensitive skin while she fought to breathe. “I’m going to make you scream for me.”
And with that, he was on her, his tongue lapping at her swollen clit while she writhed beneath him. Every movement, no matter how small, caused the clamps to tug at her nipples, sending sharp little jolts of pain and pleasure straight to her pussy. Pleasure he greedily consumed, drinking it from her soaking lips as he slid his tongue inside her.
“Oh, fuck!” She tried to reach for him, to hold him closer while she ground herself against his mouth. But the restraints kept her locked in place, and she let out a short, frustrated scream.
More. She wanted more, needed more, but between the cuffs and his arms around her thighs, she was stuck. Helpless to do anything more than simply take whatever he deigned to give her.
“Harder,” she gasped out, jerking her hips and praying he’d get the message.
And he did. The fingers gripping her thighs tightened, digging in with little bites of pain that had her head swimming as he pulled her clit between his lips and sucked.
Pleasure coiled inside her, low in her belly, and she knew she was close. So close.
“Fuck, yes. Just like that. Do that again.”
Somewhere in the back of her mind she was vaguely aware that she shouldn’t be the one bossing him around. But he didn’t stop, didn’t scold her, and she was too lost in her own burgeoning need to give a fuck about protocol.
The grip on one of her legs loosened, and then his fingers were inside her, stretching her, filling her in a way that only made her ache for more.
Ache for him. For the first time in her life, she was desperate for a man’s cock, to know what it would feel like to have him inside her.
But then he curled his fingers up, hitting some magical spot inside her, and her mind emptied of everything that wasn’t pleasure as the pressure inside her fractured, then shattered, billions of little shards of it racing along her veins as she screamed. Actually screamed from the force of it, her head thrashing, body writhing as he drained every last ounce of pleasure from her body. Another stroke of his fingers, another pull of her clit between his lips.
Until, at last, she collapsed against the bed, dragging air into her lungs with deep, shaky breaths as he pulled away to press another of those achingly sweet kisses to her thighs.
“Fucking hell, princess,” he murmured, his voice thick with his own need as he lifted his head to smile at her. “That was beautiful. I can’t wait to watch you shatter for me again.”
Killian
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Oh, it was a delight, watching that realization dawn in her eyes. The reminder that they weren’t even close to done, that he’d promised her so much more whether she could take it or not.
Whimpering softly, she moved her head from one side to the other, the movements slow and languid as though it took a great amount of effort to do so. Pleasure coursed through him at the knowledge he’d done that to her, that he’d taken her to such a place where she could barely summon the strength to defy him.
“C-can’t.” The word was a soft whimper, and he indulged himself in a quiet chuckle before pressing another kiss to her thigh and sliding from the bed.
“I’m afraid you don’t have much say in the matter, princess. Daddy wants more, so you will give me more.”
Turning his back on her, he made a show of opening the armoire where the more pleasurable toys were kept. The ones he’d have to let Braden know to charge him for the next time he was in the club, but that was neither here nor there. He could buy the whole damn club without putting a dent in his net worth, so it was nothing to gather the toys he wanted and carry them over to the bed.
He made a show of unwrapping each one, tossing the plastic in the bin provided beside the bed and then pulling the toy from the box, holding it up for her to see. And with every one, he had the pleasure of watching her eyes widen, of hearing her breath catch as he showed her all the things he was going to use on her to take her to the very limits of what she thought her body could bear.
And beyond.
