Page 36 of Amelia's Daddy

“Rise onto your knees, Baby girl,” he orders.

I tremble as I do so. I’m a smart girl. I know where that last clamp goes. He attaches the chain dangling from it to the center of the one between my breasts.

“Spread your knees and lean back on your hands. Arch those pretty titties for me.”

I moan as I obey him, tipping my head back so I’m staring at the ceiling. I don’t dare move as Daddy’s fingers come to my pussy. He pulls the hood back from my clit, flicks the greedy nub rapidly, and then pinches it. “You’re going to be my good girl, aren’t you, Amelia?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I murmur.

“You’ll wear the little clamp on your pretty clit until I take it off. When I do, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll see stars.”

I lick my lips. His threats sound like heaven to me. I already know I like it when he spanks my pussy with a crop. The clamp can’t be worse. Can it?

Daddy pinches the base of my clit, holding it steady, and then releases the clamp so that it grips my sensitive nub so hard it feels like it’s going to come off.

I scream, my legs and arms trembling. “Daddy!”

“You’re fine, Little one. Trust Daddy to know what you can take. Breathe through the pain.” He strokes my folds.

I’m panting, my eyes squeezed tight as I try to control the urge to yank the mean clamp off my clit. My nipples ache and throb, but they aren’t as bad as the sharp bite on my clit.

“Control, Amelia. You’ll wear the clamp for Daddy.”

I nod. I will. I’ll do anything he asks of me because I trust him, and I love him so much. He’s going to push my boundariesfor the rest of my life because he knows I enjoy being led to the edge.

He leans closer and whispers in my ear. “Scale of one to ten, how bad does it hurt, Baby girl?”

I draw in a breath and think. “A nine.”

“Good girl. Thank you for being honest. I know my girl likes pain. Does it feel good?”

I shake my head. “It hurts, Daddy.”

“But…” He trails a finger in a circle around one of my titties.

“But I also need to come. The pain makes me desperate to have your cock, Daddy.”

“Good girl. I’m proud of you. I want you to wear the clamps a few more minutes. I want that pain to become an eleven.”

I’m shaking, and I want to lean forward. My hands don’t want to hold me up any longer, but Daddy didn’t say I could change my position. If he wanted me to move, he would have told me so.

“Daddy…” I beg.

He cups my cheek and kisses me gently. “Such a good girl,” he mumbles against my mouth. “So fucking sexy. Submit to Daddy. Don’t fight it. Let it hurt for me. You’ll absorb the pain because Daddy asked you to.”

I nod, whimpering. I think there’s a lesson in here. It’s like he’s proving he owns me. He doesn’t have to prove anything. Hedoesown me, mind, body, and soul. He’s my world. I would do anything he asked.

“You’re mine, Amelia,” he whispers.

“I’m yours, Daddy.”

“Are you ready for Daddy to fuck your pretty cunt?”

“Yes, Sir.” My voice trembles.

“Lie back for me. Legs as wide as you can spread them.”

I swing my feet around in front of me and lower onto my back, parting my knees wide. At least the chains aren’t tuggingon my tortured flesh in this position, but I hope he’s going to remove the clamps soon.