Page 35 of Amelia's Daddy

I grab his shirt and tug on it, wanting to pull it off him. I’m too clumsy to accomplish that, especially because he’s distracting me with his mouth. When he finally releases my lips to kiss a path to my neck, I mutter, “Naked.”

He chuckles against my ear. “So demanding.”

I grab his shirt again and pull. “Daddy…” I whine.

Noah rises up over me and pulls the cotton over his head, tossing it aside without a glance.

“Your pants, too, Daddy.”

He makes a production of slowly unbuttoning them and lowering the zipper. When he shrugs them over his hips, letting his cock pop free, I lick my lips.

I reach for his length. “Can I taste you, Daddy?”

“Depends. Are you going to lick me like you did that lollipop the other day?”

I nod. “Yes, exactly like that.”

He climbs off the bed, shrugs out of the rest of his clothes, and returns to hover over me again. “In that case, yes, you may taste, but only a taste. No sucking. I want to come in your pussy, not your mouth.”

He crawls up my body, his cock bobbing in front of him. It’s an interesting position with me lying on my back and Noah bringing his cock to my mouth from above.

I slide my hands to his ass and grip his firm cheeks as he lowers his erection to my lips. The first lick from base to tip makes him moan loud enough to shake the foundation of the house.

I do it again and then a third time. It’s a heady experience. I feel powerful in a way he rarely lets me. He’s giving me this tiny bit of control, but I know it won’t last.

Sure enough, after a few more licks along his length, he growls and slides back down my body. “What a naughty girl you are.” He bends down to kiss my nipples one at a time.

I grab his biceps and arch my chest up, encouraging him to do more. I’ve learned that I love having my nipples stroked. I love everything he does to them. They’re very sensitive—partly because he keeps putting a stimulant on them. But I think the ointment is training them to stay erect and needy all the time.

I wiggle around as desperation grows while he languidly licks and suckles my titties. I’m panting when he releases one with a pop.

“Daddy, will you spank them?”

He shakes his head. “I have a better plan, Baby girl.”

“Oh?” I stare up at him, surprised when he slides off the side of the bed and hauls me to the edge. “Sit up, Amelia.” He helps me by pulling me up with both hands.

While I watch, he opens the drawer on the nightstand and pulls out a chain. It takes me a moment to realize it’s a set of nipple clamps. I’ve seen them at the Dungeon. Lots of submissives wear them.

“Have you ever tried nipple clamps, Baby girl?”

“No, Sir.”

Daddy shows them to me, opening and closing the rubber-tipped clamps.

I’m trembling as he reaches for one of my nipples and plays with it. He rolls it back and forth until it’s as hard as ever, and then he brings the little clamp to the tip and lets it close.

I whimper. It hurts so good. I want to reach up and squeeze my breast, but I don’t dare. I gasp when Daddy gives a slight tug, bringing my attention to the swollen bud.

“Ready for the other one, Baby girl?”

I nod and grit my teeth while he pinches the bud and clamps it like its twin. It stings, making me flinch yet again, but I like it. And the chain that dangles down between them is delicate and pretty.

“Hands and knees, Amelia. I want you to make those sway while I watch.”

I bite my lip and spin around carefully to come up on my hands and knees. The pull of the chain makes my nipples distend further, and it’s so sexy just looking at them that my pussy is soaked.

I give Daddy a little show of shaking them back and forth, and when I lift my head to look up at him, he’s holding yet another clamp.