Page 318 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection
“That’s right.” I widen my stance. “Worship your Sir, my little goddess. Start at my feet. Kisses and tongue all the way up to my balls.”
“Yes, Sir,” she purrs, her eyes going heavy and hooded.
She bends all the way over and plants a sweet kiss on the top of each foot before licking up to my ankle. She lavishes attention on the bony knob, soft kisses and sweet sweeps of her tongue and, because she wouldn’t be my bold girl if she didn’t, a naughty nip or two. I growl at each nip, but I actually enjoy the small displays of spirit. I have no issue protecting and nurturing my subbie, but I miss my sammie’s sass when she’s subdued.
I also enjoy the sight of her bent over at my feet, her back bowed and the graceful curve of her spine prominent as she licks and kisses up my calf. I lean over and smack the firm globes of her ass, enjoying both the lingering redness and the anticipation of sinking in between those hot, red rounds later.
“Hands on me, my dirty girl. Touch your Sir.”
She circles my ankles with her long, strong fingers. I love those ten points of connection. There’s something so intimate about having her kneeling at my feet, clinging to my ankles, as she laves my legs with her lips and tongue. I can’t see her face; there should be a disconnect like when she knelt under the table to blow me, but there’s none. I see every small shift of muscle, hear every compressed breath. As she reaches my thighs, I drop my hand to her hair and stroke her knobbly dreadlocks. Amy made touching her hair a hard limit after I cut it off to humiliateher. I love that I can play with Bren’s, even if I’m careful not to pull too hard on her dreads since I’ve read online that they can break. Her little nips on the sensitive skin of my thighs draw hisses out of me and get my cock standing at full attention. By the time she reaches my balls, she’s got easy access and she doesn’t hesitate, giving me sweet little kisses at first before licking hard into the separation between my gonads. She sucks my left nut into her mouth and pulls so hard I go blind for a moment.
“Fuck, girl.”
She doesn’t answer, but she hums her amusement before lavishing the same attention on my right nut. Her hand slides up my thigh and curls around my cock. She doesn’t jack me, just holds me in her warm hand while her other fingers kneed and rub up my thigh, working ever closer to the crease behind my balls.
“Where do you think that hand’s going, girl?”
She presses a finger to my taint.
“Did I say you could go there?”
She rolls her eyes up to me as she stretches her little mouth around both of my balls. I swear the top of my head’s about to blow off. “Nrrsrr.”
“No, I didn’t. Behave yourself, girl, or no orgasm when I’m fucking that ass.”
The sassy light in her eyes tells me she’s about to dare it, but the promise of an anal orgasm must be too strong, and she cups my balls with those lean fingers instead while she laps at them with her teasing tongue.
“That’s my good girl. You’re learning just how far you can push your Sir, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she says around licks.
“Up on the bed now. Your Sir wants to fuck.”
She scrambles up onto the bed with a huge grin.
“Show your Sir your holes, dirty girl.”
She squirms down to hang her ass off the edge of the bed and spreads her legs, planting her heels on the bed and lifting her hips so I get a good view of her pussy, gleaming like a pearl in the dim light, and the dark furl below. Bren’s opening is adorably tucked deep behind very pouty lips. She’s not pierced anywhere south of her navel and I’m so tempted to set some rings in those sulky pink lips, even if temporarily. I pluck at her lips, pinching them until they flush.
“I want to pierce you, girl.”
She gulps audibly. “Okay, Sir.”
“Any reason you’re not already pierced here?”
“Just the time it takes to heal putting me out of commission.”
“Mmm, but I can fuck this little ass while you do.” I take the opportunity to lube up my fingers and play with her ass.
She shivers and her hands move restlessly over her thighs. “Yes, Sir.”
“When your real collar arrives, I think that’ll be a nice way to end my third claiming of all your holes, bold girl. I’ll pierce this greedy kitty and close it up with some rings and ties until the holes heal. A pretty little lattice. I’ll unlace you to pee and clean yourself but otherwise your kitty’s out of business until I open it up again.”
Her head thrashes on the bed, dreadlocks writhing around her shoulders. “No, Sir.”
“No, you wouldn’t like that?”
“No, Sir.”
