He returned his attention to her breasts, one hand kneading as his mouth worked the other. Emily's hips bucked involuntarily, seeking friction.
"Patience," Lucas chided, his free hand pressing her hip back down to the mattress.
Emily groaned in frustration. "Daddy, please," she begged, beyond caring how desperate she sounded. "I need more."
He lifted his head again, eyes dark with desire. "What do you need, baby girl? Tell me."
Emily bit her lip, torn between embarrassment and raw need. Fuck it, she thought. In for a penny, in for a pound.
"I need to come, please, daddy," she breathed.
Lucas hummed deeply against Emily's flushed skin, the vibrations sending tingles through her body. His teeth grazed her nipple again, tongue swirling as she arched into his touch.
Emily gasped, her hands straining against the tie binding her wrists.
His free hand traced a teasing path down her trembling stomach. Emily's breath caught as his fingers dipped between her thighs. Without warning, he thrust two fingers inside her slick heat.
"Daddy…" Emily moaned. Her hips bucked as Lucas' skilled fingers stretched and explored.
His thumb found her clit, circling the sensitive nub. Pleasure rocketed through Emily's core, leaving her dizzy with need.
"That's it, baby girl," Lucas growled. "Let me hear how good it feels."
Emily cried out as he curled his fingers, hitting that perfect spot inside her. Heat pooled low in her belly, her inner walls clenching around him.
"Please, daddy," she whimpered. "I need more."
Lucas chuckled darkly. "Patience, sweetheart. I'm just getting started with you."
Emily's world narrowed to the exquisite sensations Lucas was creating between her thighs. His skilled fingers stroked and teased, building waves of pleasure that had her writhing against the sheets.
"Oh god, yes," she moaned, eyes screwed shut as she focused on the mounting tension in her core.
Lucas' deep chuckle sent vibrations through her sensitive flesh. "That's it, baby girl. Let go for me."
Emily barely registered the shift in position before his hot mouth closed over her clit. The sudden intensity made her cry out, hips bucking involuntarily.
Holy shit, the man knew what he was doing with that tongue. As he sucked and licked, Emily's thoughts scattered. All she could do was feel - the wet heat of his mouth, the slight scrape of stubble on her inner thighs, the aching emptiness as his fingers withdrew.
"Daddy, please," she whimpered, straining against the tie binding her wrists. "I need..."
He lifted his head just enough to murmur, "What do you need, baby girl? Tell Daddy what you want."
Emily bit her lip, momentarily self-conscious. But the haze of arousal and lingering traces of wine gave her courage.
"I want to come on your tongue," she breathed. "Make me fall apart, Daddy."
Lucas growled his approval, diving back in with renewed vigor. His tongue flicked and swirled, building her pleasure to dizzying heights. Emily's breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling on the edge of release.
"That's it, fuck," she panted, straining against her bonds. "Don't stop, I'm so close..."
The coiling tension snapped. Emily cried out, her back arching off the bed as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. Lucas didn't let up, his tongue working her through each aftershock until she collapsed, boneless and panting.
As the tremors subsided, Emily felt Lucas' lips trail up her body. His stubble scraped deliciously against her overheated skin. When he reached her face, he captured her mouth in a searing kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue.
"You taste fucking incredible," Lucas murmured against her lips. His fingers deftly untied the knot at her wrists. "How are you feeling, baby girl?"
Emily flexed her freed hands, a lazy smile curving her lips. "Like I just had one of the best orgasms of my life."
Lucas chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Good. But we're not done yet." He stood, eyes raking over her flushed form. "I'm going to grab some wine. When I get back, I want you kneeling on the floor, hands behind your back. Think you can do that for me?"
A thrill of anticipation shot through Emily. "Anything for you, Daddy."
Emily's heart raced as she heard Lucas' footsteps returning from the kitchen. She quickly scrambled off the bed, her legs still a bit wobbly, and sank to her knees on the plush carpet. She clasped her hands behind her back, head bowed submissively.
As the door creaked open, Emily glanced up through her lashes. Lucas stood in the doorway, a bottle of red wine in one hand and two glasses in the other. His eyes darkened as they raked over her kneeling form.
"Fuck me," he breathed. "You look absolutely delectable like that, baby girl."
Emily bit her lip, feigning innocence. "Like this, Daddy?"
Lucas set the wine and glasses on the nightstand, then crossed the room in two long strides. He cupped her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze.
"I knew you could be very, very good," he murmured, thumb tracing her lower lip. "But seeing you on your knees... fuck, it's even better than I imagined."
A shiver ran down Emily's spine. She pressed a soft kiss to his thumb, relishing the sharp intake of breath it elicited.
"I want to be good for you, daddy," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
Lucas' eyes blazed with hunger. "Open that pretty mouth of yours, baby girl. I think it's time we put it to good use."
Emily forced herself to keep still as Lucas approached, her heart racing. His eyes raked over her hungrily as he dropped his boxers, revealing his arousal.
"Keep those hands behind your back, baby girl," he growled.
A shiver ran through her as his fingers wound into her hair, gripping tightly. With his other hand, he guided himself to her lips. Emily parted them obediently, taking him into her mouth.
"Fuck," Lucas hissed. "Your mouth feels so good. So warm and wet."
Emily hollowed her cheeks, swirling her tongue as she took him deeper. Her own desire pooled between her thighs, but she fought the urge to touch herself.
"That's it," he groaned. "You're mine."
Those possessive words sent a thrill through her. Part of her wanted to rebel against being owned, but a bigger part craved his control.
Lucas' grip tightened in her hair as he began to move, setting a steady rhythm. Emily relaxed her jaw, breathing through her nose as she accepted him.
Her mind raced, wondering how she'd ended up here - on her knees for a virtual stranger. But his quiet groans of pleasure stirred something primal inside her. She wanted - needed - to please him.
Lucas gripped Emily's hair tighter, sinking himself deeper into her waiting mouth. A primal groan escaped his lips as her throat constricted around him. Emily's eyes watered, but she fought against her gag reflex, determined to please him.
"That's it, baby girl," Lucas rasped. "Take all of me."
He thrust a few more times, relishing the wet heat enveloping him. Emily's heart raced, a mix of arousal and pride at drawing such reactions from this powerful man.
Suddenly, Lucas pulled back. "As incredible as your mouth feels, I want to be inside you when I come."
In one fluid motion, he helped Emily to her feet and crushed his lips against hers. His tongue plundered her mouth, tasting himself on her lips. Emily melted into the passionate kiss, her knees weak.
Lucas spun her around, bending her over the edge of the bed. The cool sheets pressed against Emily's flushed skin as she heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper.
His hand tangled in her hair once more, tugging her head back. "Are you ready for me, baby girl?" Lucas growled in her ear.
"Yes, daddy," Emily whimpered, need coiling low in her belly.
With a powerful thrust, Lucas buried himself to the hilt. Emily cried out at the delicious stretch, her fingers twisting in the sheets.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," Lucas grunted, setting a punishing pace.
Emily's mind went blank with pleasure as Lucas pounded into her. All she could focus on was the drag of him inside her and his harsh breathing in her ear.
"Is this what you wanted?" Lucas demanded, punctuating each word with a thrust. "To be fucked senseless, baby girl?"
"God, yes," Emily moaned. "Please don't stop."
She'd never felt so wonderfully used, so thoroughly claimed. As wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, Emily knew she was utterly ruined for anyone else.