Page 26 of Tying Little Tay (Littles of Rawhide Ranch #13)
Guilia
Guilia was going to have to blindfold Tay more regularly, she determined. They were so adorable, quirking their neck each time Guilia moved the rope, and following her every time she made a sound.
And they were so utterly free of self-consciousness right now.
They were able to just give themself over to pleasure, give themself over to Guilia.
Freedom. It felt like she was giving Tay the gift of freedom, to be themself without any restrictions.
She moved her thumb faster against Tay’s clit, using the wetness from their cunt to make the movements smooth and slick.
She could lose herself in Tay’s pleasure, devote hours to make the enby come, over and over and over. Make them tap out from over-stimulation, from forced orgasms.
Guilia didn’t fill Tay’s cunt up this time; she didn’t need to.
The rope had heightened all the sensations and each time she moved her hand, circled Tay’s clit once more, they moaned and gasped. Penetration was fun, but it wasn’t the only fun two people could have.
She leaned forward and blew on Tay’s clit and Tay shivered so hard that their arms began to swing again. Her little marionette, trussed up and ready for Daddy to play with.
When Tay started trembling, Guilia was torn. They’d done so well; they deserved to come. And yet…
“Can you hold off for me, tesore?” she asked.
Tay whimpered—they actually whimpered —but they nodded and she could see the set of their jaw, determined to follow her suggestion.
“That’s it.” She stood then, placing Tay’s thighs atop her own so that they were forced to lie back, legs spread and cunt open.
Guilia’s fingers never stopped their circling, in fact she started pressing in harder, increasing the pressure.
She was able to loosen the ropes with her spare hand, so that Tay’s arms weren’t stretched out too much, and then she gently nudged each wrist so it started swinging back and forth.
“Look at you,” she said. “All spread open for Daddy. Spread and wet.”
The sight was intoxicating.
Guilia was Italian; she’d drunk many a glass of wine, but not even indulging at weddings could incite these feelings. She was drunk on Tay.
“Yes, Daddy,” said Tay, and Guilia’s own cunt clenched at their words. “I’m spread and wet for Daddy.”
“And you’re going to come when I tell you to, aren’t you, conigliette?”
“Yes, Daddy,” repeated Tay, but their voice was tighter and she realized that they were right on the edge of coming.
“Can you ride that edge for me a little bit longer?”
“Yes!” The word was bitten out and she could see a furrowed brow over the top of the scarf, where Tay’s face was screwed up in concentration. “I’m edging for you, Daddy.”
“Si , bravissime .” The praise made Tay’s mouth soften into a smile, and then Guilia did something that almost undid them completely.
She placed her knee on their clit.
“Can you feel that, tesore?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Tay was panting now, beads of sweat on their face and their chest. “Is that… is that your thigh?”
“My knee. I want you to grind against it. Show me how much you want this. How much you need this.”
There was the slightest pause before Tay rocked themself onto Guilia’s knee and she let them grind their clit against it, until she suddenly pulled her leg away with a cruel laugh.
“Wha—? Daddy?”
“Say please.”
“Pardon?”
“Say please, Tay. I want you to beg for the honor of coming on my knee.”
Tay’s cunt flooded, their clit bright pink and they swore then. “Oh fuck, Daddy.”
“That’s not please.”
“Fine! Please, Daddy. Please. Let me come on your knee. I don’t deserve it, I know that, but please let me come on you.”
She moved onto the bed, bracing herself over Tay, her knee notching back between their thighs, and she corrected them. “Not true, Tay. You deserve this. You deserve everything, and I’m going to give it to you.”
And then Tay ground down, their movements rough, out of control, arms swinging wildly as they chased their orgasm. And just as they reached the pinnacle, sobbing desperately, Guilia bit their neck and they came beneath her, mouth open in a silent scream.