Page 254 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection
“Yes, sir.” I stop in front of him and turn around so he can put the blindfold on me.
Losing my sight always expands my other senses. I become hyper aware of the small sounds of Mac’s movement as he ties the blindfold, the deep rush of his breathing, even the very faint tick of his watch. He trails his fingertips down my neck after he seats the blindfold, then envelops me in a hug from behind, crossing his forearms over my ribs. The warmth of his body encloses me. The rich scent of him chases away the last trace of mint in my nose. After realizing why Ten wasn’t trying for any connection with me, being immersed in Mac when we’re about to have sex—at fucking last!—isn’t just a turn on, it fills some of those empty, cold places inside me.
I tip my head back onto his shoulder and smile blindly up at him. “Hey, sir.”
He nuzzles my temple. “Hey, bold girl. I like the way you feel in my arms. I’ve been enjoying it all day. I think we might need a repeat or two of having me at your beck and call.”
“You’ll be my Beck and Call Top?”
He nips my ear. “Seems only fair since you’re going to be giving me your ass on a daily basis.”
“Did we agree that, sir?”
I’m totally up for it if we did; I just don’t remember that discussion.
“That’s going to the top of my list of rules for you.”
“Do I ever get to see this list, or am I just supposed to guess?”
He releases my ribs, sweeps a hand up my front, and pushes two fingers into my mouth.
“So much sass out of such a little mouth,” he growls in my ear. “I think it’s time to put it to better use.”
Sucking? Moaning? Those seem like better uses. I’d even be good with screaming as long as it’s the orgasmic kind.
I suck lightly on his fingers. “Mmmokay, srr.”
“You’ve had my cock in that eager slut mouth plenty today, girl, so you’re not getting it in that hole tonight. For tonight only, you have permission to lick, suck, and kiss me anywhere else. You can mark me. I want your mouth full of my taste while I have my cock in your other holes.”
It doesn’t matter that he’s blindfolded me because my eyes roll back at his filthy talk. Fuuuck.
“Before I bind your hands, take off your clothes except those tights. I’ll buy you another pair, but they’re getting ruined. I’ve been waiting for hours to tear them apart.”
“Yssr.” I’d usually be tense and grumpy about ruining perfectly good clothes, but I want him to fuck me so bad, at this point I wouldn’t argue with him if he wanted to trash everything I’m wearing. My tights? He can shred them to ladders as long as he sticks his dick in me sometime soon.
I pull the dress off over my head, getting stuck when Mac doesn’t take his fingers out of my mouth. I drape the dress over his wrist before I unhook and shed my bra. I can’t see where it lands; I don’t care. I just want to get naked so this man will finally give me some damn D.
“Have you gone commando since I told you to, my very dirty girl?”
“Yssr.” I probably should have stopped following his rules after he ditched me and went off to find his daughter, but I couldn’t bring myself to. I even kept a little list on my phone of the times I felt vulnerable during the week the way he told me to but fuck if I’m giving him that unless he asks for it.
“That’s my goddess. So deserving of worship.” His warm lips brush my shoulder, slip up my throat and along my jaw. My knees go liquid at hearing him call me his goddess again. Hisfingers slide out of my mouth and I hear the soft swoosh of my dress falling to the floor. Then he pushes his wet fingers down under the waistband of my tights, over my tummy and mons, and hooks them in the fabric at my crotch. His other hand plucks at my thigh. The tights bite at the back of my legs as he pulls his hands apart. The tortured rip of fabric precedes the kiss of cool air on my pussy, and then my ass cheeks as he tears the tights to the back waistband.
I shiver at the sensation. “Should I wear crotchless tights next time, sir?”
Mac chuckles. “Might be cheaper, but not as much fun. Cross your wrists behind your back, little goddess. I’m going to bind you before I fuck you.”
“Yes, sir.”
I tuck my arms behind my back, crossing my wrists as instructed, feeling the slight strain in my shoulders. That’s going to get worse the longer we go at it. I probably should have stretched out while he was getting ready instead of calling Austin.
Mac’s warmth moves away from me, then returns at my back. Instead of cold metal or plastic, something soft and fuzzy encloses my wrist. Cuffs. Nice and lined, too. He buckles them around each wrist, then there’s a snap as he attaches them to each other. I relax my shoulders and feel the two inches of play I have. It’s comfortable; I sigh with relief. “Thank you, sir,” I say. “Sometimes, by the end of the day, my arms get kind of sore.”
“Thank you for telling me. If the bondage becomes uncomfortable while I’m fucking you, let me know. I want your focus to be on your holes, not on your arms.”
A hot shiver runs down my spine whenever he talks about my holes and what he’s going to do to them. I know, in the rational part of my brain, that Mac sees me as a person, not just a collection of places to stick his dick. But my deviant, base urge tobe reduced to nothing more than a thing to fuck sits up and begs every time those words leave his lips.
I feel his warmth move around me, and his hand trails across my waist, just above the band of my tights, as he moves. “Mmm, you look good enough to eat.”
