“Turn and face the headboard, Little one.” His voice was deep and gravelly. Filled with promise. He gave her bottom a swat as she turned. “Crawl closer, Baby girl. I want you on your knees a few inches from the wall.”
She did as instructed, loving the chill that cooled her heated skin. Her Daddy was full of surprises. This was going to be a good one.
Rylee didn’t dare look over her shoulder as she listened to rustling sounds. She had no idea what Daddy was doing, but eventually the bed dipped, and he was behind her, also on his knees.
“Close your eyes, Rylee,” he commanded.
She obeyed him, her breath hitching when she felt something covering her eyes.
Daddy kissed her neck. “Good girl. I’m tying a blindfold on you. It will heighten your other senses.”
She swayed a bit as he secured the soft material around her face, sincerely hoping her sense of smell wasn’t heightened. If so, she’d end up coming from nothing more than inhaling his semen as it dripped from the slit on his cock.
“Grab the headboard, Little one,” he whispered next to her ear.
She reached up to blindly find the wooden slats.
“Good girl. You’re already so horny you don’t know what to do with yourself, aren’t you, Baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“We’re just getting started. Spread your arms. Reach as far as you can.”
She switched her hands from the slats to the top of the headboard and smoothed them wide. Her pussy clenched in on itself, demanding more.
“That’s my good obedient girl. Trust Daddy to know what you need.”
“Yes, Sir.” She did trust him. Completely. He’d proven over and over tonight that he also trusted her. The least she could do was show him that she could and would always submit to him when he asked. It was to her benefit. He might make her wait a long time to get the release she craved, but it would be worth it.
Her breath hitched as something circled her wrist. She turned her head that direction, but the blindfold kept her from seeing a thing. Her heart rate picked up, causing her to pant.
A clicking noise made her flinch, and when she tugged on her wrist, she came up short.
Daddy kissed a line from her wrist to her neck. “I’ve cuffed you to the bed, Little one. How does it feel?”
Her chest rose and fell. “Scary and sexy at the same time.”
“Good. That’s the idea.” He moved to her other side and did the same thing, causing her arms to be stretched wide. “You tell Daddy if it stops feeling sexy.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He grabbed her hips and pulled her back a few inches. “I don’t want your nipples to touch the headboard, understood? You don’t get to rub them against anything.” He smoothed his hands around to cup her breasts before giving both nipples a firm pinch, accentuating his words.
She arched her chest into his palms. “Yes, Sir.” Her voice squeaked.
“Good girl.”
She purred as he released her and then took deep inhales when he moved away. What could she smell? Leather… That was probably the cuffs. But now metal. How could she smell metal? What could it be?
“Part your knees, Baby girl. I want your pussy open.”
She spread her legs wider, her pussy dripping now as he circled her ankle with the same sort of cuff as her wrists. A moment later, he cuffed the other ankle. Something was between her knees, attached to the restraints, keeping her legs wide.
Suddenly she knew there was a bar between the cuffs. That was the metal. And she gasped when he popped it open wider.
Rylee swayed forward, losing some sense of balance, probably from her deepening arousal.
“Careful, naughty girl. I’ll punish you if you let your nipples touch those slats.” He was taunting her. He probably knew she wouldn’t be able to keep from eventually breaking that rule. After all, she was only marginally aware of how much distance existed between her and the headboard. Plus, she was growing confused from the blindfold and the fact that all her blood had raced to her pussy.
