Page 19 of Sadie's Little Christmas

“Oh…” She had time enough to breathe just before he clicked it on, and the wand abruptly came to life. She flinched, her hips bucking higher, but it was an involuntary reaction, one born more out of surprise than any real intensity in pleasure, although it did feel good.

He lowered the straps around her thighs, adjusting the press of the wand until it laid not just nestled between the folds of her pussy but directly on her unguarded clit.

“There we go,” he said over her shrill gasp.

She both loved and hated him when he clicked the wand off. Struggling to control her breathing, she said, “I-I think I’m done now.”

Picking up the last length of belt-thick restraint, he threaded the black leather through the slats in the bench, then buckled it around her hips, tightening it down until she couldn’t wiggle her hips so much as an inch in any direction. She couldn’t buck, she couldn’t struggle. She was stuck.

“I think I’m really done now,” she tried again, more giddy than truly panicked, but she could feel tickles of it wending through her. She’d never been more exposed or so firmly bound, she couldn’t move. Truly, it was only the second time in her life she’d ever been bound at all, and the last time…

Except this wasn’t anything like the last time.

“If you really wanted to stop, you’d use your safeword,” he reminded.

Strangely, that kicked her giddiness another notch higher. Liquid tickles were spilling through her folds, slipping betweenher spread buttocks until all she could feel was the journey of a single drop wandering over her back hole. Her breath caught. He was right. She could have used that word at any point, but she only laid there, too trussed up to move, staring in open fascination as he picked up the dildo.

“I’ve already washed it,” he told her, bringing it to her mouth. “In the future, you’ll need to know how to suck the cock before it punishes you. No time like the present to begin new habits. Open. And remember, although you hardly need the extra moisture right now, in the future, the goal will be to make the cock you suck as wet as possible for the fucking you’ll get.”

She shuddered so hard, the chain rattled against the hook high above her head.

Touching the tip of the dildo to her bottom lip, he teased her with gentle back-and-forth caresses.

“Do you like cock, Sadie girl?”

She almost moaned out loud. She almost opened her mouth. Her pussy wept, she was so aroused, and already her thighs were shaking.

“Open,” he coaxed, content even though she didn’t answer.

She opened her mouth, and he eased the dildo in, just the head, but the head was more than enough.

Her face burned, but her pussy burned hotter, and that was the heat she heeded as she experimentally bobbed on the head of the glittery dildo. It felt even bigger in her mouth than it looked, but the cock in her mouth became an immediate secondary concern when he picked up the plastic bag. The spice of fresh-peeled ginger root filled the tiny dressing room when he took it out.

“This is called figging,” he said, as he applied a dollop of cool lubricant to her clenching bottom hole. “Some like it, some don’t. More often than not, it makes for an effective punishment. In your case, I’m not going to care whether you like it or not.If you don’t utter your safeword, I’m going to use it whenever I want to.”

Her pussy clenched down in a shuddering spasm as close to an orgasm as she’d yet felt without any direct stimulation.

Derek laughed. “You like it when Daddy says that to you? Do you like not having a choice over what is and isn’t done to your naughty little body?”

She stiffened, her back arching as much as her pinned hips would allow as the cool end of the ginger root settled against her bottom hole and without preamble, nudged its way inside. Her eyes flew open, and she whimpered when she felt that first pinch of discomfort as the root forced her to open wider and wider.

Stopping, he withdrew the root plug, then slowly fucked her with it. In and out, only as deep as that pinch would allow, not forcing it any deeper. At least not until she felt that first tingle of chemical heat as the ginger began to take effect. She stared up at him, her eyes wide, the tingling becoming burning with every in and out thrust, the burning becoming fiery stinging pain in very short order.

She mewed.

“Suck the cock,” Derek told her, applying gentle pressure that once more pushed the root to continue its invasion.

The pinch came again, stronger this time, but the root was deeper.

“You’re almost there,” he encouraged when she gasped again. “We’re right at the thickest part. Daddy’s cock is much bigger than this. Imagine you’re taking Daddy’s cock.”

She muffled her whimpering moan, twisting her head with the dildo still clamped between her lips.

“Mind your teeth, baby.”

She relaxed her jaw, furiously suckling the head of the dildo like it was a lollipop.

The thickness of the ginger root slid in and out, killing her with the fiery slowness of each gentle thrust.

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