Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 33048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
“Daddy, will you spank them?”
He shakes his head. “I have a better plan, Baby girl.”
“Oh?” I stare up at him, surprised when he slides off the side of the bed and hauls me to the edge. “Sit up, Amelia.” He helps me by pulling me up with both hands.
While I watch, he opens the drawer on the nightstand and pulls out a chain. It takes me a moment to realize it’s a set of nipple clamps. I’ve seen them at the Dungeon. Lots of submissives wear them.
“Have you ever tried nipple clamps, Baby girl?”
“No, Sir.”
Daddy shows them to me, opening and closing the rubber-tipped clamps.
I’m trembling as he reaches for one of my nipples and plays with it. He rolls it back and forth until it’s as hard as ever, and then he brings the little clamp to the tip and lets it close.
I whimper. It hurts so good. I want to reach up and squeeze my breast, but I don’t dare. I gasp when Daddy gives a slight tug, bringing my attention to the swollen bud.
“Ready for the other one, Baby girl?”
I nod and grit my teeth while he pinches the bud and clamps it like its twin. It stings, making me flinch yet again, but I like it. And the chain that dangles down between them is delicate and pretty.
“Hands and knees, Amelia. I want you to make those sway while I watch.”
I bite my lip and spin around carefully to come up on my hands and knees. The pull of the chain makes my nipples distend further, and it’s so sexy just looking at them that my pussy is soaked.
I give Daddy a little show of shaking them back and forth, and when I lift my head to look up at him, he’s holding yet another clamp.
“Rise onto your knees, Baby girl,” he orders.
I tremble as I do so. I’m a smart girl. I know where that last clamp goes. He attaches the chain dangling from it to the center of the one between my breasts.
“Spread your knees and lean back on your hands. Arch those pretty titties for me.”
I moan as I obey him, tipping my head back so I’m staring at the ceiling. I don’t dare move as Daddy’s fingers come to my pussy. He pulls the hood back from my clit, flicks the greedy nub rapidly, and then pinches it. “You’re going to be my good girl, aren’t you, Amelia?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I murmur.
“You’ll wear the little clamp on your pretty clit until I take it off. When I do, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll see stars.”
I lick my lips. His threats sound like heaven to me. I already know I like it when he spanks my pussy with a crop. The clamp can’t be worse. Can it?
Daddy pinches the base of my clit, holding it steady, and then releases the clamp so that it grips my sensitive nub so hard it feels like it’s going to come off.
I scream, my legs and arms trembling. “Daddy!”
“You’re fine, Little one. Trust Daddy to know what you can take. Breathe through the pain.” He strokes my folds.
I’m panting, my eyes squeezed tight as I try to control the urge to yank the mean clamp off my clit. My nipples ache and throb, but they aren’t as bad as the sharp bite on my clit.
“Control, Amelia. You’ll wear the clamp for Daddy.”
I nod. I will. I’ll do anything he asks of me because I trust him, and I love him so much. He’s going to push my boundaries for the rest of my life because he knows I enjoy being led to the edge.
He leans closer and whispers in my ear. “Scale of one to ten, how bad does it hurt, Baby girl?”
I draw in a breath and think. “A nine.”
“Good girl. Thank you for being honest. I know my girl likes pain. Does it feel good?”
I shake my head. “It hurts, Daddy.”
“But…” He trails a finger in a circle around one of my titties.
“But I also need to come. The pain makes me desperate to have your cock, Daddy.”
“Good girl. I’m proud of you. I want you to wear the clamps a few more minutes. I want that pain to become an eleven.”
I’m shaking, and I want to lean forward. My hands don’t want to hold me up any longer, but Daddy didn’t say I could change my position. If he wanted me to move, he would have told me so.
“Daddy…” I beg.
He cups my cheek and kisses me gently. “Such a good girl,” he mumbles against my mouth. “So fucking sexy. Submit to Daddy. Don’t fight it. Let it hurt for me. You’ll absorb the pain because Daddy asked you to.”
I nod, whimpering. I think there’s a lesson in here. It’s like he’s proving he owns me. He doesn’t have to prove anything. He does own me, mind, body, and soul. He’s my world. I would do anything he asked.