Page 13 of Tying Little Tay (Littles of Rawhide Ranch #13)

Tay

Tay’s entire body was aflame. They could feel every indentation of the rope against their skin, where it pulled around their wrist and bit into the fleshiness of their thighs, holding them open to Guilia’s ministrations.

And their chest . Tay had never experienced anything like this. The pleasure-pain tightrope their nipples walked was pushing over into pain and Tay liked it.

No. They loved it.

For once they were completely, wholly present in their body. Nothing distracting them, no thoughts darkening them or pulling them down.

All there was, was rope, Guilia and Tay.

The ropes around Tay’s body began to move, Guilia manipulating them, tugging on them so the pressure roamed their body until it came to their cunt.

A rope bit into Tay’s clit, and they groaned, a deep guttural sound that had Guilia laughing somewhere far above them. It was intense, but nothing was better than when the rope was tugged aside and Guilia’s fingers rubbed Tay’s clit.

Circles round and round, driving Tay almost to the point of distraction, and then kisses that stole the sounds they made as Guilia worked their body like it had always been hers. It was everything and not enough at the same time.

“That’s not filling my cunt.” The words, the first coherent words that Tay had really spoken during the scene, hung in the air between them.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” said Guilia, a bemused mocking tone to her voice. “Am I not filling up my tesore quickly enough?”

“I just… I just feel so empty…” said Tay.

“I didn’t hear the word ‘please’.”

“ Please ,” begged Tay. “Please, Daddy, I just… I need you .” The longing in their voice was raw, and they felt raw, as if everything they’d been wanting, everything they’d ever wanted was all bound up in this one moment right here, right now.

They felt red raw, their emotions delicate and sensitive. Needing someone had never felt so good, and it had never felt so scary. Tay was laying themself bare, and showing Guilia how much they needed her.

They needed Guilia.

They needed Daddy.

That was everything they knew.

When Guilia filled their cunt, she didn’t do it with just one finger or two; she went four fingers and deep, filling Tay so completely that their words failed them altogether. They strained against the rope, unable to move themself, to fuck the fingers that were filling them so completely.

“Beg me, Tay,” Guilia said. “Beg me for your release.”

“I don’t want to be released!” said Tay, completely misunderstanding what their Daddy meant.

Guilia laughed then and fucked Tay deeper. “Beg me to let you come, conigliette.”

That made Tay laugh. “I’ll come when you want me to come,” they said. “And not a moment sooner.”

Clearly, that did something to Guilia because her movements then were a little more desperate, a little less restrained. Her kisses bruised and her fingers fucked and Tay was totally overwhelmed by the sensations that wracked their body.

“You want me to make you come?” Her voice sounded jagged. “Well, I guess I shall.”

And then Tay was coming, coming over and over, with the pressure never lessening, the intensity never dropping. They started to cry, their face turning against Guilia’s shoulder, dampening her shirt, and still they kept coming.

“Green?” asked Guilia, her voice tender.

Tay nodded, and thumbsed up and sobbed out a “green!” all at the same time, and Guilia kept fucking them, kept playing with their clit, kept that pressure building and building and building until it disappeared all at once in a rushed release that had them utterly lost.

“Oh, conigliette,” breathed Guilia. “You squirted for me. What an excellent tesore you are.”

Tay never had to ask to be untied. After they’d squirted—all over the bed’s comforter, and everything—Guilia made quick work of the ropes, bundling Tay up into her arms and kissing them and stroking them and holding them.

As for Tay, they clung on to the front of Guilia’s shirt and cried a little more.

They’d never squirted before, but the release that had come with it…

Somehow, Guilia managed to carry Tay to the couch, where she wrapped them in some blankets, then she stripped the bed and called down for fresh sheets.

Tay was vaguely mortified about the fact that reception probably knew why the sheets needed changing, but only vaguely. They were so spent after the scene that they practically fell asleep on the couch while Guilia remade the bed.

They woke when Guilia was carrying them back to bed, only for their Daddy to hush them, give them some water to drink, and tuck them into bed with her. “Time to sleep now, tesore. You did good.”