Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
“No, it’s not stupid. It’s what you deserved and didn’t get. I’m going to give you that, baby, and so much more.” He bent down and brushed his lips on the top of my head, then stood again, nodding toward the other side of the room. “Come over here.”
I pushed back into a crouch, ready to stand, when his foot came down between my shoulder blades. “Did I say stand up?”
“Uh, no, but you said to go over there.” I looked up, nibbling my lip.
“Crawl. And keep your eyes down. This isn’t play time, it’s punishment. Looking at Daddy is a privilege and one you are going to be denied until I say otherwise. No eye contact, you understand?”
I lowered my gaze to the cream carpet and nodded.
“When I ask you a question, I expect an answer.”
“Yes, I understand,” I muttered as he removed his foot.
“That’s better. Now, crawl.” I imagined his eyes filled with fire, watching me on my hands and knees crawling naked to some unknown destination.
“This is hot,” I teased, hoping to lighten the moment, but Daddy doesn’t always play.
“Good to know, but as tempting as you are like this, we are dealing with the punishment first. Then, if you are good, you might get a treat. But, there are times I might deny you the honor of seeing, touching or having any access to my cock as a punishment as well. Daddy’s cock is a privilege.”
“That’s mean. And, my bottom is so sore already.” I placed my knee forward, then a hand, then stalled as Adam’s brown loafer came down, blocking my path.
“I hear you and I know you are being honest, but I will decide your punishments. I will decide what is best for you.” His words felt darker than before as I felt swept into a sense of vulnerability and blind trust.
“Yes, Daddy,” I answered, fighting the urge to look up but craving his approval.
“Good girl. Now, keep crawling.” He stepped to the side as I inched forward, my hair falling around my face as trepidation pulsed inside me.
“Almost there. I’m proud of you for doing as you’re told.” Adam’s voice filled my head as I continued, hand, knee, hand, knee, until I reached where he stood. “You can look at me now.”
I swallowed and relief washed through me as well as surprise at how much I wanted to see his face. He towered above, his eyes filled with an approval that warmed me and gave me a strange sense of accomplishment.
He stood next to a long, tufted, light green velvet table with a twinkling chandelier hanging above.
“This is a special table I had built just for us.” He reached down and took my hand, pulling me to my feet as I wondered what a soft-topped table like that would be for. “Just the right height for me to fuck you as you lie strapped down for me to enjoy. It has some other special features as well.”
He reached over and pressed a button on the side, and the hum of a motor started as four metal bars came from the top and the end of the table. Adam opened a drawer, withdrawing four padded, sort of pink and black leather, circular cuffs, and clipped each to a small metal ring on the top of each bar.
He lifted and positioned me on the table, his masculine scent making my head swim as he worked me as though I were an inanimate object. He pressed my knees wide, dragging my ass down to the bottom edge of the cushion, then lifted each ankle. The soft leather secured and buckled into each cuff, as they hung in the air clipped to each of the metal bars.
“This is sort of like going to the gyno,” I stammered, tension thick in the air, but Adam was silent, now working on my wrists as he cuffed them and clipped them together above my head, stretching me out, making me damn near helpless strapped to the bars.
I watched Adam as he stepped around the table, not meeting my eyes but checking the connection on the buckles and the clips before nodding in a gesture of some sort of satisfaction. The soft leather was tight but comfortable and the sense of vulnerability was intoxicating.
He moved to stand somewhere above my head where I couldn’t see him. The lights of the chandelier dimmed as tiny refractions from the glass pieces cast little rainbows across my body.
My stomach fluttered as the ‘clink’ of his belt buckle and the ‘swish’ of the leather moving out of his belt loops sounded as loud as cannon fire.
He was going to use the belt?
Instinctively my knees pulled together, the metal latches clinking as I thought of the sting of the belt on my soft skin.
“Daddy…” I whimpered as he reached out from where he stood above my head and squeezed one of my breasts.