Page 21 of Hayes (Alpha Daddies #7)

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.

Something cool touched her inner thigh. Glass… She shouldn’t be surprised by her ability to distinguish that. The leather was understandable. The glass and metal were not. Maybe her Daddy was testing her.

Daddy slid the blunt glass object up to her pussy, and she cried out when he dragged the tip through her folds. He didn’t linger where she most needed him, though. Instead he slid the object toward her bottom.

Daddy scooted closer, kneeling between her legs. He grabbed her hip with one hand. “Relax your bottom, Little one.”

She shivered. He’d used several things in her bottom so far, including his fingers, especially while they were fucking, but this was a new item. She didn’t know how large it was. She whimpered as she obeyed him.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Breathe in and out while Daddy inserts it, Little one.”

It was difficult to follow that instruction, but she tried, focusing all of her attention on the size of the glass phallus. It was wider than anything she’d taken before. All of her fear was based on the unknown, not the actual object. Her Daddy would never hurt her.

He eased the tip of the dildo into her, gradually giving her more of it until it finally slid all the way into place.

Rylee was relieved to realize though it was heavier and wider than the anal beads he was fond of, it didn’t go as deep. It had a definite indentation that her anus was now gripping, the bulk of the glass item inside her.

“How does that feel, Rylee?”

She nodded.

“Words, Baby girl.”

“Good, Daddy,” she admitted.

He moved down the bed for a few moments, and when he returned, he was back between her legs but reaching around one side of her. He cupped her breast with one hand, his thumb and fingers suddenly squeezing her areola, forcing her nipple to bulge.

She cried out when something pinched her tiny bud. It hurt, but her Daddy held on to her breast firmly, not allowing her to sway too far.

“Take a breath, Little one. Let it feel good.”

Her tit was pulsing, but darn him, it started to feel good. The pain somehow made her pussy even wetter. She braced herself as he moved to her other side to treat that nipple to the same bittersweet torture.

A sucking noise confused her until Daddy tapped her offended bud with a wet finger, making her writhe and moan. He did it again, tormenting the other nipple. Back and forth.

What she really needed was for him to touch her pussy, but she didn’t dare suggest that. She was not in charge of this game.

“You’re so gorgeous, Rylee. My cock is harder than ever. If I touched your clit, you would come, wouldn’t you, Baby girl?”

She nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Do you want that, Little one? Would you like Daddy to let you come?”

“Please…”

“Mmm…” he responded noncommittally. “I wonder if you can focus enough to answer a few questions for me first.”

Questions? If he asked her to do math tables, she would fail.

“What’s between your legs, Rylee?”

She licked her lips, confused. “A bar.”

“What’s it made of?”

Her brow furrowed. “Metal.”

“Good girl. What’s in your bottom, Baby girl?”

“A plug.”

“Tell me more.”

Ohhh… This was a test. Of her senses? Or specifically her sense of smell? “A glass plug, Daddy.”

He gripped the part that extended out of her bottom and twisted it. His lips came to her ear. “What color is it, Rylee?”

She gasped, stunned by his question, but she realized she knew the answer with clarity. She had all along. “Blue, Sir,” she whispered.

“A pale baby blue, Little one?”

“No, Daddy. It’s dark. Almost black.” She shuddered. How did she know that?

He released the base of the plug to flick the clamp over her nipple, making her breast sway, driving her close to the edge. “Tell me about these clamps, Rylee.”

She swallowed. “They’re plastic and…orange.”

His forehead leaned against her temple. He was panting, either from arousal at seeing her like this or… No. Awe. He was in awe of her ability. A new scent filled the room. Pride. His. It wafted off of him.

He was smiling against her cheek now. “Fuck, you’re sexy.” He thrust a finger into her pussy unexpectedly.

Her orgasm washed through her just as quickly, causing her to sway forward.

Daddy put a hand between her breasts, keeping her nipples from touching the headboard, keeping her from breaking his rule.