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Chapter Nine

Swayze

His eyes are on me, and I know I’ve got him right where I want him. My fingers work deftly on my clit. The waves of ecstasy are coming on too fast with his sights set on me. I’m not even sure he realizes how his body is drawn to me. He’s inching closer as I continue with the show by dipping my fingers inside my cunt. I thrust my hips, riding my digits until the sound of my wetness is audible for him to hear loud and clear. My inner walls pulse around me as I fuck myself. I throw my head back and arch my back.

“Oh, Daddy, please. I want you to touch me,” I moan, pushing my chest out. I almost wish I’d have taken my shirt off, too, but I’m hoping he will take care of that for me. When I begin to relax, I realize Daddy is not where I last saw him. No. This time, he’s at the door, positioned over me. A smile tugs at the corner of my lips as a hand wraps around my throat.

“Baby girl,” he groans, shaking his head. “You’re being so wasteful.” He pushes me down against the back of the seat, causing me to slip out of my pussy. He grazes his finger lightly over my shirt, where my nipple is pebbled through the thin material, straining for his touch.

“I want you so bad, Daddy,” I mewl, gazing at him with hooded eyes .

“You want Daddy’s touch?” He questions, continuing his path with the tip of his finger down my body. “Daddy’s dirty girl. This is wrong, but you find pleasure in that, don’t you?”

I try to nod, but he still has a grip on my throat, restricting my movement.

“I don’t hear you. Use your words. You haven’t seemed to hold your tongue since I got back.” I bit my lip not wanting to answer him right away. He’s teasing me and I want to play. He glances up at me with a smirk. “Is my baby girl a brat?”

A brat? That has to be the most vanilla description of what I am… but we’ll go with that. He withdraws his finger from its travels and brings his hand to his belt, undoing it with one hand while the other remains around my throat. I should speak, but this is the most fun I’ve ever had, and I want to see where this will lead. I’m not fucking this up with my mouth… I’d rather do something else with it than talk.

He gets the belt loose and snaps it from his loops, cracking it like a whip. The sound causes my muscles to jump in anticipation. He lets go of my throat to grab my wrists, throwing them up over my head. He secures the leather, binding me in a makeshift restraint. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much. I should have a better poker face, but I can’t stop showing my excitement. Daddy was definitely built for sin, and he’s about to dominate me. I’m forced into a sitting position as he ties my hands over my head, fastening me to the oh-shit handle.

“If I’m going to do this, I’m not holding anything back.” He steps out of the car, undoing the button to his pants. His massive cock springs free, and my mouth waters. “Brats don’t get rewarded.”

My jaw goes slack as he strokes himself a few times until I see precum pebble on his tip, glistening and begging me to lick it. It takes a moment for me to realize he’s about to use me to masturbate while all I can do is watch. I want to touch him.

Fury takes me over. An angry fire ignites inside me, roaring to life as I pull on the restraints.

“Tsk, tsk, baby girl. Brats like you don’t get what you want.” He strokes himself faster.

“This isn’t fair!” I cry out, yanking on the belt harder.

“Are you going to use your words now and stop being a brat?” He asks with a smirk, his hand languidly gliding up and down his cock .

He expects me to be able to speak when I’m this turned on? My mouth moves like a fish out of water as I try to find my words. He begins stroking himself faster, and I think I may cry. He’s going to finish and leave me here tied up and needy. “Please, Daddy, I’ll be good. I promise,” I beg.

“I knew you’d learn.” He crawls into the car, bringing his face close to my cunt. His warm breath fans over my arousal. The sensation causes my clit to throb, and my legs want to reflexively close, but Daddy catches them. “Nuh, uh, baby girl. You asked for this. You’re about to feel everything. Every breath, every touch, and every stroke until you’re begging me to stop.”

I’m taken aback because no man has ever considered my pleasure. It’s always about what they can take from me, so I learned to take it for myself. And I’m taking this.

“Daddy, please untie me. I wanna touch you,” I beg. I need some kind of control. My pulse hammers in my wrists against the leather belt.

“No, baby girl,” he says in a slow, soft tone. He’s trying to calm me down. “You need to experience what it’s like to let someone give you what you need.”

I blink back… are those motherfucking tears I’m blinking back? My heart is in his fist, and he can break it at an y point. This is what I wanted, though. Right? I wanted to give my trust to him. My soul is begging to let go for once. And with Daddy, I know it’s possible because, for the first time, someone is putting me first. This can’t happen with anyone else. Plus, there’s the small part of me that sees the war in him and loves the struggle I’m putting him through.

“Okay, Daddy. I trust you.”

“Good girl.”

There’s that praise again. It makes me soar above the clouds. I want to hear it over and over again. I love being Daddy’s good girl.

Once I relax against the restraints and give all my control over to him, he licks a long, languid stroke through my folds, and I know I made the right choice.

I’m Daddy’s girl. Forever.