Broken Toy [Suncoast Society] (Siren Publishing Sensations) (35 page)

He lightly slapped her there, making her gasp and jump. “Did that hurt?”

“No, Sir.”

He did it again and again, faster, slower, never harder, and hitting her clit with each impact until she realized she was close to coming.

Then he stopped.

She let out a whimper that earned her another laugh. “My poor sweetheart likes having her pussy spanked, doesn’t she?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He pressed his hand against her lips and she opened, sucking her juices from his fingers.

He grabbed the blindfold and quickly fastened it around her head. “I bought a couple of new toys for tonight, sweetheart. Don’t panic. Do you trust me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He kissed her. “Such a good girl.”

She felt him move away. When he returned, he tugged at her nipples. “You know what this means, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.” She had a love-hate relationship with the nipple clamps.

He knelt in front of her and took his time teasing her, tweaking one with his fingers while sucking and nipping on the other one, switching back and forth until her clit throbbed, her cunt screaming to be filled, to come, knowing once she started coming she was at his mercy until he was ready to let her stop.

The good kind of fear.

Then, she felt the bite of him attaching the first clamp, followed immediately by the second.

“Such a good girl to take nipple clamps for me.” She heard him unzip his jeans, then the head of his cock brushed against her lips. She eagerly swallowed him, working up and down the length of his shaft with her lips and tongue. All the while, he kept one hand on the chain between the nipple clamps, tugging on it, pulling, tormenting her and making her moan in that sweet kind of painful pleasure she wished would never stop.

He buried his other hand in her hair, fisting it, taking over. “I’m in charge, sweetheart. I will fuck your mouth however I want.” He withdrew until just the head remained between her lips. “Suck it.”

She did, her cheeks hollowing as she pulled at it with her mouth, making him let out a sensual laugh.

“Good girl.”

Then he was gone. His cock and his hands. The chain swung free, still giving her delicious sensations as it moved.

A moment later he was back, stroking her ass with his hands. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Ask me for your surprise.”

“Please give me my surprise, Sir.”

“Good girl.” She had time to process the sound of something swinging through the air before it smacked her in the ass, and just enough time to process that it was a thoroughly thuddy impact with zero pain before she let out a soft cry.

A flogger. He’d bought a flogger. From the feel of it, a very soft one, although heavy, like a mop flogger. He worked it over her ass and the backs of her thighs, taking his time to make sure some of the falls hit her pussy and adding to the good sensations rolling through her.

The nipple clamp chain swung with every stroke, not giving her any relief there, either.

After a few minutes, he stopped and stroked her ass. “Well?”

“I like it, Sir.”

“Good. I hoped you would. I promise, nothing I use on you tonight will be any worse than this. Okay?”

“Yes, Sir.”

She felt him step behind her and rub the head of his cock between her pussy lips. “For now, you’re absolutely dripping. I think you need a little bit of fucking.” He switched the Hitachi on and reached underneath her as he slammed his cock hard and deep inside her. “Come!” He jammed the Hitachi against her clit.

She cried out, straining against the ropes, her explosion taking her by surprise. It was like her body wanted to obey him, too, without any assistance from her.

He held still, his cock buried all the way inside her. “That’s it, sweetheart. Work those hips against that vibrator and my cock.”

She did, as much as she could, crying her way through the next orgasm and then gasping when he suddenly switched off the vibrator and pulled his cock free.

Then his hand was on the chain again. “Let’s make this interesting.” The chain grew heavier and she realized he’d clipped some sort of weight to it, tugging on her nipples.

She tried to hold still, but it wasn’t possible when he smacked her in the ass with what felt like a foam bat. “Oh, my poor sweetheart. You haven’t seen anything yet.” It felt like he quickly tied a rope harness around her hips and between her legs, then she felt him insert something.

Her old vibrator.

He switched it on. “Let’s change things up a little, shall we?” He snugged the rope, firmly holding the vibrator inside her. It wasn’t as strong as the Hitachi, but then he started smacking her in the ass with whatever it was, and every stroke seemed to jostle it inside her as it made the weight on the nipple clamp chain swing.

He sounded like he was about to start giggling. “My poor, poor sweetheart. Feels so good and so bad all at once, doesn’t it? Beg me for more.”

Her mouth opened. “Please give me more, Sir.”

“Why I’d be happy to give you more.” More swats across the ass, until she couldn’t help it and came again, moaning in pleasure and a sweet kind of pain as her writhing made the nipple clamp chain swing again.

Once she’d worked her way through that one, he untied the hip harness and removed the vibrator. But the nipple clamps stayed on, and he started swinging something else across her ass and thighs. She wasn’t sure what it was, because it was light, but firm, and small. Whatever it was, he was going easy with it, she could tell.

He reached between her legs and sank two fingers inside her. “Such a wet pussy. I think you’re enjoying this. Are you?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m enjoying it.”

“Good girl.” He had apparently stripped, because this time when he started fucking her, she didn’t feel any clothes, just his warm, bare flesh rubbing against hers.

And the Hitachi again.

She cried out, sobbing as the chain started swinging even harder with every thrust of his hips. He grabbed the rope harness around her chest with one hand and used it for leverage, slamming his hips against her, forcing her clit against the vibrator and tormenting her nipples with every thrust.

“You need to give me at least two more, sweetheart,” he grunted. It sounded like his teeth were clenched, as if he struggled to hold back. “Two more good, hard orgasms, and then I’ll come and let you take those nipple clamps off.”

The first one swept through her, amplified by the pain in her nipples. He pulled the Hitachi away for a moment but still continued fucking her. “Such a good girl. That was one. You only need one more, and then I’m going to fill your sweet pussy with my cum and we’ll go to bed and rest.”

She moaned, knowing he was deliberately fucking her hard, rocking her, making the nipple clamps swing. She was about to beg him to use the Hitachi again when she heard it click on. She had barely enough time to suck in a breath before he pressed it against her clit.

It felt like the world imploded. Now deep in subspace, she could have been there five minutes or five hours, she didn’t know.

His voice broke through, amused. “I said you had to give me one more. I didn’t say how long it had to last.” He slowed down, chuckling as she moaned, realizing he wouldn’t end her torment as soon as she thought he might.

He kept her squirming on it, fucking him, fucking it, her nipples aching and screaming as the weight on the chain kept swinging back and forth with every movement.

“Who owns you, sweetheart?”

“You do, Sir.”

“And who’s Daddy’s good girl?”

“I’m Daddy’s good girl.”

The vibrator shut off. He grabbed her hips with his, pounding his cock into her and keeping the last vibrations of her orgasm echoing through her until, finally, he let out a groan and finally fell still.

Silence filled the room, the only sounds the two of them catching their breath and her soft, plaintive gasps as the chain rocked.

He patted her on the ass before withdrawing. Then he walked around the front of the chair and carefully removed the nipple clamps.

He stroked her head. “Any regrets, sweetheart?”

She nuzzled her face against his stomach. “No, Daddy. No regrets.”

He removed the blindfold and tipped her chin up so he could look her in the eye. “You have no idea how much I’m going to enjoy taking you firmly in hand in the bedroom, sweetheart.” He brushed the pad of his thumb across her lips and she opened, immediately sucking it into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. She’d been a quick study. Anything that he put close to her lips, she opened and sucked it. His fingers, his cock, a vibrator—whatever.

He smiled. “That’s my good girl.”

After getting their showers Tuesday morning, they headed out. She’d asked Bill to pick what he wanted her to wear, enjoying the mental downtime and wanting it to last as long as she could draw it out. He chose one of her sundresses, one that wasn’t short, but one she wouldn’t have necessarily chosen to wear.

Tomorrow, they’d both have to go back to work. They would take their real honeymoon in a few weeks, a long, leisurely drive up to Boone, North Carolina, where Bill had rented them a house. They’d spend the first week exploring.

Then maybe they’d get out of the house and actually do some sightseeing for the second week.

Maybe.

For now, he’d kept the day’s surprise a secret. All she knew was that first they’d eat breakfast out. After they finished that, he drove them to the mall.

As he took her by the hand and led her past stores, she instinctively knew where they’d end up. When he walked her inside Build-A-Bear, she looked up at him.

“More clothes, Daddy?”

He smiled. “Well, yes, that, too.” He turned to her and took her hands in his, bringing them up to his lips. “I want you to pick two new bears, sweetheart. We’ll make them a boy and a girl. Okay?”

“Bears?”

He nodded, kissing her hands before gently squeezing them. “Bears. I think it’s time we send this very last ghost packing for good, don’t you?”

Part of her wanted to collapse right there, to break down sobbing in his arms. Not in a bad way, either.

That he knew her so well, better than she knew herself…

There wasn’t a single molecule of doubt anywhere in her body that she’d made the right decision. That she could trust him. That she could let him know her, all of her, the pretty and the ugly, the light—and the dark.

He wanted her, wanted
all
of her.

She realized she’d been thinking about it too long when his brow furrowed. “Sweetheart?”

She nodded, smiling. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.

He pulled her into his arms. In her ear, he softly said, “That’s
my
very good girl.”

Her clit instantly throbbed, her pussy already growing wet.

Damn him.

She
loved
it.

She loved
him
.

He kissed the side of her neck. “And?”

She closed her eyes and struggled not to burst out laughing. “I’m apparently your very well-trained girl, Daddy.”

“Such a
good
girl.”

He turned her to face the bins of animals waiting to be chosen and stuffed. Then he gently patted her panty-free ass.

Fortunately they would head home from here. She suspected he’d planned it that way, waiting to trigger her until after they’d reached their last destination so she wouldn’t end up with a wet spot on her dress until they returned home.

Although, if he listened too long to Tony, Seth, Rob, and the others, he might develop a little bit of a sadistic streak and start trying more covert things in public that he knew he could get away with.

She loved the possibility of that. Loved that she knew he would never go too far, would never do anything to put either of them at risk.

That didn’t mean he might not push her and stretch some boundaries.

With him standing right behind her, so close she could feel the warmth of his body through her sundress, she looked at every bear they had. She tipped her head back to look at him. “The same or different bears, Daddy?”

“Your choice, sweetheart.”

She eventually picked out a beige one and a pink one.

“Which is which?”

She held them close and looked up at him, an eyebrow arched at him in disbelief. “
Really
?”

He shrugged. “Hey, I’m not judgmental. You can have a pink boy bear if you want.”

Nearly an hour later, both bears had full wardrobes. She’d also purchased several new outfits for Max and Lil Lobo. She carried the boxes holding the bears, while he carried the shopping bags with all the clothes and accessories.

She’d named them Peter and Lydia, after her parents.

After they tucked everything into the backseat and were settled in the car, he turned to her with a grin.