Page 183 of Baby Girl
I track him, watching as he goes over to his Wall of Torment. Is he bringing back a flogger?
My heart beats wildly in my chest.
Will it be the black and red one with the knots at the end? Will it be swishy or thuddy? Will it sting or make me throb?
My thoughts scatter when the fingers inside of me become thicker, a third having been added. Hunter pulls his mouth away, lips and beard shining with my wetness, and smirks as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out of me.
I fight the urge to let my eyes close as I stare back, because fuck, all I want to do is sit up and ride his hand as hard as I can. To grind down onto his knuckles and fuck myself.
He lowers his mouth back down, and my thighs immediately start to tremble as he licks at my entrance, right over his fingers. As he comes back up to my clit, there is pressure, and then I’m even fuller as a fourth finger slides in next to the others, my opening stretching tightly.
“Oh fuck,” I moan and drop my head back against the table, the stretch and burn bringing me back from the cliff’s edge.
“Relax your knees out to the side for me, princess.” Angel’s smooth and even words are whispered into my ear, rolling through my mind like a cool hand over feverish skin.
Making my thighs relax enough to lower them from directly over my stomach is harder than I anticipate, especially when it feels like Hunter has his entire hand inside of me, curling his fingers up and down and rubbing on a spot that is making me feel like I need to pee.
I stare at the ceiling, my vision blank, and try to slow my breathing enough to relax. Hands cup my breasts, and I whimper as my nipples are pinched and tweaked, thumbs rubbing back and forth, stoking the fire in my clit.
Without any conscious thought, my knees start to fall apart, and holy fuck. Something shifts inside of me, and my clit suddenly burns as Hunter rotates his hand and applies pressure to my entrance, twisting and turning before pulling back out.
I cry out and turn my head to the side, squeezing my eyes shut as hands cup my knees, keeping me spread open. “No, no, no, too much.”
But no one listens to me. Instead, I feel the slide of ropes around my ankle as someone pinches my nipples, causing me to arch up into the zing of pleasure.
The rope slides around my thigh and loops over my shin, pressing my calf to the back of my thigh. There is a second loop before fingers work along the seam of my leg, all while Hunter is eating my clit and trying to work his entire hand inside of my stretched pussy.
Goose bumps flow over my skin as cool air flows over my nipples and pleasure burns through my veins. The ropes have already started to work their magic on my brain, and it’s so incredibly hard to stay present and not just let myself fall into that floaty space.
One of my breasts is released, and then there are fingers tucking between my face and the coffee table, forcing me to look straight again.
“Open your eyes, baby.”
Slowly, I peel them open and look up into Daddy’s upside-down face.
“Give me your color.”
My brain sluggishly processes the words, every swipe of Hunter’s tongue resetting my thought process before I manage to gasp out a single word. “Green.”
Daddy lowers his face to mine and kisses me upside down, tongue parting my lips and sending a pulse of heat into my pussy as he takes ownership, not once asking me to beg.
Too quickly, the kiss is over, and I’m left panting, but then my world goes dark as fabric is draped over my eyes. Strong fingers pull through my hair, gathering it, as a set of skillful fingers test the knots around my leg, while sadistic fingers stroke the inner walls of my pussy and teasing fingers tweak my nipple.
All the sensations combined are too much, too good.
Heat burns through my veins, and the edge is rushing toward me.
“Now, baby, all you need to do is lie here and enjoy. We have you. No restrictions. Let go as many times as you need to.”
I feel Daddy lean over the top of me, then my nipple is sucked into his mouth before teeth gently bite down, causing my insides to melt as my orgasm shoves me right off the edge, burning through me like a wildfire that I don’t want to put out.
Chapter 94
Darcy
The moan that leaves Emery as her second orgasm of the night whips through her is long and deep, her entire body straining up before she goes limp under our hands. Skin flushed, chest heaving, but entire body relaxed.
Exactly how we want to see our sub after we’ve made her come for the second time.
