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TARAJI

T araji kneels on Nikolai's bed, wearing only a lacy bralette and panties. The night wraps around them like silk, intimate and expectant. Nikolai stands before her, shirt sleeves rolled up, eyes dark with desire.

He moves close, tilting her chin up with a firm finger. "Are you ready to follow Daddy's rules tonight, baby girl?"

Taraji's breath hitches. She nods, lips parted. "Yes, Daddy. I want to be your good girl."

He smiles, running his thumb over her lower lip. "Good. You're not allowed to touch yourself tonight. Only Daddy gets to make you feel good. Understood?"

She shivers, anticipation pooling between her thighs. "Yes, Daddy."

He takes her hand and leads her to a room down the corridor. The door swings open to reveal the playroom, a space designed for pleasure and surrender. Various implements line the walls, and a large bed dominates the center of the room.

He guides her to a bench and sits down, positioning her between his legs. He pulls her back against his chest, his hand sliding down her stomach, lower, pressing against the heat between her legs.

"Let's see just how wet my baby girl is. "

He cups her mound over her panties, rubbing slow circles, making her moan.

"Daddy, please I need more."

He growls softly, tugging her panties aside. His fingers slide through her slick folds, teasing her entrance but never quite giving her what she begs for.

"You're so needy for Daddy, aren't you?"

She whimpers, hips lifting to chase his touch. "Yes, Daddy, please, I need you inside me."

He rewards her with two thick fingers, pumping slow and deep. His other hand rises to squeeze her breast, pinching her nipple through the lace.

"Say it, baby. Tell Daddy who you belong to."

Her words spill out broken and desperate. "I'm yours, Daddy. Only yours."

He thrusts his fingers faster, thumb circling her clit, until she's gasping, shaking in his arms.

"Come for Daddy, now."

She falls apart for him, crying out his name, trembling as he holds her tight. When she collapses, boneless, he kisses her temple.

"Good girl. Daddy's perfect little one."

Nikolai leaves her on the bench and heads to a wall displaying fabrics of different sizes and colors. He selects a pair of silk scarves, then stands at the foot of the bench.

"Tonight, Daddy wants to keep his baby girl right where he wants her. Do you trust me, little one?"

Taraji nods, breathless. He guides her past the paddles and whips to the big red bed in the middle of the room. She lies down on her back.

"Yes, Daddy. I trust you."

He ties her wrists to the headboard, snug but gentle, then sits beside her, running his hands from her shoulders down her arms.

"Look at you, all pretty and helpless for Daddy. You're not to move unless I say so. Understand? "

She squirms, wrists tugging at the silk, heat pooling between her thighs. "Yes, Daddy."

He kisses her deeply, then trails his lips down her body, pausing at her breasts, teasing her nipples with his tongue. His hand slides between her legs, fingers circling but never quite touching her clit.

"You want Daddy to make you come, don't you?"

"Please, Daddy, I need it."

He slides two fingers inside her, thumb pressing to her clit, but every time she gets close, he pulls away, leaving her aching, whining, desperate.

"Not yet, baby. Daddy decides when his little girl gets to come."

She trembles, wrists straining, eyes pleading. "Please, Daddy, please."

He finally relents, fingers moving fast and rough, his mouth latching on her nipple.

"Now, baby. Come for Daddy."

She explodes, body arching against the restraints, crying out his name. He unties her gently, holding her tight, whispering praise.

"That's my good girl. Daddy's so proud of you."

She lies in his arms, still trembling from the intensity of her release, his gentle praise washing over her.

The rope marks on her wrists will fade, but the memory of his control, his dominance, will linger far longer.

As her breathing steadies, reality begins to seep back in.

She has a company celebration to attend, and time is slipping away.

"I need to go," she whispers, though her body begs to stay wrapped in his embrace.

He kisses her temple, hands stroking her back. "I know, baby. Get dressed. I'll see you there later."

She slides from the bed reluctantly, gathering her scattered clothes. In the bathroom mirror, she fixes her makeup, erasing the evidence of their passion. Her reflection shows a composed professional, but underneath her silk blouse, her skin still tingles from his touch.