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TARAJI
T araji stirs from sleep, her mind slowly coming to consciousness. Something warm and wet moves between her legs, pulling her from dreams with gentle insistence. She tries to stretch but finds resistance—her wrists bound above her head with soft restraints.
"Mmm?" she mumbles, confused.
She blinks away sleep and looks down to see Nikolai's dark head between her thighs, his tongue making deliberate circles around her clit. His eyes flick up to meet hers, dark with intent.
"Good morning, princess. Sleep well?" Nikolai asks before returning his mouth to her pussy, not waiting for an answer.
Taraji moans and instinctively tries to reach for him again before remembering her restraints. "What's happening? Why am I tied up?"
Nikolai lifts his head, his lips glistening with her wetness. "You didn't finish your dinner last night. Remember our rules about taking care of yourself?"
The memory returns—she'd been distracted by work emails and left half her plate untouched. Nikolai had noticed, of course. He notices everything.
"I'm sorry, I forgot," she says, pulling at the restraints .
"Too late for that." Nikolai places a firm hand on her belly, pressing her into the mattress. "Your punishment is five orgasms. Back to back. No breaks."
Taraji's eyes widen. "Five? I can't—"
"You can and you will," Nikolai says, lowering his mouth again. "I'm going to edge you first. Get you right to the brink and pull you back. Over and over until you're begging."
His tongue flattens against her clit, applying steady pressure that makes her hips buck. He holds her thighs apart with strong hands, preventing her from closing them.
"Oh fuck," Taraji gasps as pleasure builds quickly. Her body, already primed from sleep, responds eagerly to his skilled mouth.
Nikolai works her with deadly precision, bringing her to the edge of orgasm before pulling away. He blows cool air on her wet pussy, making her shiver.
"Please," she whispers, already desperate.
"Not yet." He returns to his task, sucking her clit between his lips and flicking it with his tongue. He slides two fingers inside her, curling them to stroke her g-spot.
Taraji feels herself climbing higher, her back arching off the bed. Just as she's about to tip over, Nikolai removes his fingers and takes his mouth away.
"No!" she cries out in frustration.
"That's two," Nikolai says with a smirk. "Three more edges before your first orgasm."
He continues this sweet torture, bringing her to the brink and denying her release. By the fifth edge, tears form in Taraji's eyes and her wrists strain against the restraints.
"Please, I need to cum," she begs, her voice breaking. "I'll be good, I promise."
Nikolai's eyes darken with satisfaction. "That's what I wanted to hear. Now for your first orgasm."
He returns his mouth to her pussy with renewed intensity, sucking her clit while his fingers pump inside her. This time, when she approaches the peak, he doesn't stop .
"Cum for me," he commands against her flesh.
The orgasm crashes through her, making her back arch and her toes curl. She cries out, her body shaking uncontrollably.
"One," Nikolai counts before immediately resuming his attention to her oversensitive flesh.
"Wait, I need—" Taraji tries to protest, but Nikolai is relentless.
"No breaks, remember? That's your punishment." His tongue circles her clit, now so sensitive that pleasure borders on pain.
The second orgasm builds faster than the first, her body still riding the aftershocks. When it hits, it's even more intense, making her scream.
"Two," Nikolai counts, satisfaction evident in his voice.
By the third orgasm, Taraji feels herself slipping. The overwhelming sensations push her mind into that familiar floaty space where nothing exists except Nikolai and the pleasure he gives her.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," she whimpers, her voice higher and softer. "I'll be a good girl. I'll eat all my dinner, I promise."
Nikolai groans against her flesh, her words spurring him on. "That's it, baby girl. Let go for Daddy."
The fourth orgasm renders her nearly incoherent. Tears stream down her face as her body convulses. She's fully in her little space now, completely surrendered to him.
"Please, Daddy, I can't take anymore," she sobs, pulling at her restraints.
"One more, princess. One more for Daddy." Nikolai's voice is gentle but firm as he focuses on her clit, now swollen and red from his attention.
"Daddy, daddy, daddy," she chants as the final orgasm builds. It starts deeper than the others, a pressure that builds from her core and expands outward.
When it hits, it's like nothing she's felt before. Her vision blurs, then darkens at the edges. Her body arches so severely it lifts off the bed. A scream tears from her throat before everything goes black.
The last thing she hears is Nikolai's voice, filled with pride and awe: "That's my good little girl."
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Taraji floats in darkness, her mind disconnected from her body. She's vaguely aware of Nikolai untying her wrists, of his hands massaging feeling back into them, of his lips pressing kisses to her face.
"Come back to me, princess," he whispers against her ear. "You did so well for Daddy."
She feels boneless, her limbs heavy and unresponsive. The orgasms have wrung every ounce of energy from her body.
"I'm sorry about dinner," she mumbles, her words slurred as consciousness slowly returns.
"Shh, you're forgiven," Nikolai says, stroking her hair. "My good girl took her punishment so beautifully."
Taraji curls into his chest, her mind still floating in little space. "Love you, Daddy."
Nikolai's arms tighten around her, his heartbeat steady under her ear. "Daddy loves you too, baby girl. More than you'll ever know."
As she drifts in and out of consciousness, she feels safe in his arms. The punishment was intense, but his care afterward reminds her why she surrenders to him so completely.
"Rest now," Nikolai murmurs, his hand running soothingly up and down her spine. "Daddy's got you."
Taraji sighs contentedly and lets the darkness retake her, knowing when she wakes, he'll still be there, her anchor in this storm of pleasure and pain.