Daddy's Game by Normandie Alleman Read Free Book Online Page B

most men were as simple as a wind-up toy in the complexity of their needs—give them a wet hole and they were satisfied—women were a different story. Each one was like an exotic flower with different instructions for how to make them grow and blossom. It was important that he learned what she liked, what made her hot, what made her come.
    His balls contracted when she purred under his touch, and his toes wanted to curl every time he made her squirm beneath him.
    Her jaw began to tremble and he used all his willpower to withdraw from her face. “Get up on the bed. I’m going to fuck you senseless now.”
    Her expression was one of relief mixed with passion and she stumbled to get up and climb on the bed.
    Offering her a hand, he helped her up. “You’re being a very good girl.”
    “Thank you, Daddy.”
    His chest tightened at the sight of her sitting on the bed, hair tousled, her eyes bright with desire. He’d only just begun to know her, and yet he loved everything about her. Her talent, her passion for her work, the way her eyes changed colors like some ethereal enchantress.
    “Lie back,” he told her. “Now spread your legs for me, babygirl.”
    She fell back on the bed and parted her legs.
    “Wider,” he growled.
    Though she opened them a bit more, he forced her legs apart as wide as they would go. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about, girl.”
    After another trip to the closet, he brought back a set of pink leather wrist restraints. “Give me your arm,” he said, indicating her right one.
    She offered her wrist and he fastened the leather snugly against her skin. He repeated the process with her other arm, then picked her up in his arms like a child and repositioned her in the middle of the bed. Reaching back behind the bed, he brought back a strap with two hooks, which he clipped to each of the leather bracelets that now held her hands above her head, attached to the bed.
    He could hear her breath quicken, and he grazed her earlobe with his teeth, whispering, “You’re mine now. To do with as I like.”
    He watched as a shiver ran through her body, and she tried to remain calm.
    Grabbing a condom from a drawer in his nightstand, he knelt on the bed and rolled it onto his erection. “Remember, you have a safeword.”
    She nodded.
    “What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”
    “Yes, sir,” she said, her lower lip quivering.
    He took pity on her. Hell, he didn’t want to scare the crap out of her. He’d hoped this would be a pleasant experience for her. Maybe the bondage wasn’t her thing…
    “Tell me what you’re feeling right now,” he said.
    “I’m not sure.”
    “Are you scared? Excited? Nervous? What?”
    “All of those things and maybe a little cold.”
    “Cold? Yeah, with the air conditioning, no covers… It is chilly in here.”
    He stroked her inner thigh, relief washing over him. “That’s alright. I’ll warm you up. Keep those legs spread just like that.”
    Kneeling between her legs, he teased her, pressing the head of his cock against her pussy, rubbing it just around her opening, but never entering her.
    When she began to lift her hips and arch her back, he chastised her. “Uh-uh-uh. Daddy gets to decide when to stick it in. You have to be a good girl and lie back.”
    She grimaced with frustration, but stilled.
    Then in one long stroke he entered her. Her body quivered with pleasure as he filled her needing cunt. “Then when Daddy does give you what you want, you will be a very grateful girl.”
    “Yes, sir,” she groaned.
    He thrust in and out of her warm, wet pussy, saying, “You’ve been a good girl. You can move your hips now.”
    She tugged at her restraints over her head. He kissed her full on the mouth, invading her with his searching tongue and muffling the tiny moans forming in her throat.
    He rocked into her, giving her all the passion he had until her muscles took over, contracting around him as her orgasm shook her to her very core, wringing a climax