Chapter 55 55
Freya POV
“Speak, Freya, how do you feel?” Steve asked again
“It feels… warm. Wet. Your tongue is so soft right there. Mark never… he never even looked at it.”
I think mentioning Mark makes him go high as Steve sucked my clit into his mouth. Deeper. Then released. Then again. Slow.
“More,” I begged. “Please don’t stop.”
He slid one finger inside me. Just one. Curved it up slowly while his mouth kept working my clit. I could hear how wet I was. The little sound every time his finger moved.
“Talk, Freya.”
“It’s getting tighter. I feel it building already. Your finger is hitting that spot. Keep sucking. Please keep sucking.”
He added a second finger. Stretched me slowly. His tongue circled my clit in steady laps. Not fast. Not hard. Just constant. My cuffed hands pressed down on my stomach because I couldn’t grab his hair.
“I’m getting so wet,” I whispered. “I can hear it. It’s dripping down.”
Steve hummed against me. The vibration made my thighs shake. “You taste good. Say that.”
“I taste good to you, Daddy.”
“Louder.”
“I taste good to you!”
He sucked harder now but still slow. Pulled my clit between his lips and held it. His fingers pumped in and out, matching the rhythm of his mouth. My hips tried to lift but he pressed them down with his free hand.
“Don’t move. Just feel.”
The pressure built deep inside. Not rushing. Just getting heavier and heavier. My pussy stretched around his fingers.
“I’m close,” I said. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“Ask me nicely.”
“Please, Daddy, let me cum.. in your mouth.”
He didn’t speed up. He just kept that same slow, wet move until my whole body locked up. The orgasm rolled through me in long waves. Not sharp. Deep. I moaned loud, no holding back. My thighs tried to close but he held them open. He kept licking me through it, soft and steady, until I was shaking and trying to pull away.
When he finally lifted his head his mouth was shiny. “Good girl. Look at the mess you made on my fingers.”
He held them up. They were dripping. He wiped them across my lips. I tasted myself.
“Clean them.”
I sucked his fingers into my mouth. Slow. Like he showed me.
Steve picked up the crop again. “Now the tits.”
He tapped the crop across my left nipple. Light sting. Then my right. Back and forth. Each tap made my nipples harder. Made me wetter again even though I just came.
“Tell me what you want next.”
“I want the clamps. The ones from the drawer. Put them on me.”
He reached over and grabbed the shiny nipple clamps. He rolled my left nipple between his fingers first, making it stand up, then clipped it on. The bite was sharp. I gasped.
“Too much?”
“No. It’s good. It hurts but it feels… right.”
He did the other one. The chain between them swung when I breathed. He gave it a little tug. I moaned.
“Talk through it.”
“It pinches. Every time I move it pulls. My pussy just clenched again.”
Steve smiled darkly. He picked up the black silk ties. “On your back. Legs up.”
I lay down. He tied my ankles to the headboard posts, spreading me wide open. My knees were bent, pussy completely exposed. The cuffs stayed on my wrists, hands resting on my stomach.
He knelt between my legs again. This time he picked up the crop and tapped it right on my clit. Soft. Then a little harder. The sting mixed with the clamps and I was soaking.
“Tell me what you want now,” he said.
“I want you to keep hitting my pussy with the crop until I begged you to fuck me.”
“Now, I love how you talk, no more running”
Tap. Tap. Tap. Each one made me wetter.
“Beg now.”
“Please fuck me, Daddy. I need your cock inside me. I’m so wet it’s dripping down my ass.”
He rubbed the head of his cock up and down my clot. Slow. Coating himself in my wetness. Then he pushed in. One inch at a time. I felt every bit of him stretching me.
“Fuck,” I breathed. “You’re so thick. Go slow. Let me feel it all.”
He did. In. Out. Long slow strokes. The clamps tugged with every thrust. The crop tapped my inner thigh in time with his hips.
“Talk.”
“It’s hitting so deep. Every time you push in the clamps pull. My pussy is squeezing you. I can feel how wet I am around your cock.”
He thrust a little deeper. Still slow. “Who owns this pussy now?”
“You do, Daddy.”
“Say my name.”
“Steve….”
Steve groaned and picked up the pace just a tiny bit. Still not rushed. Just steady. Deep. The wet sounds filled the room every time he bottomed out.
“I’m getting close again,” I said. “The clamps are making it sharper. Pull the chain.”
He grabbed the chain and tugged while he thrust. The pain shot straight to my clit and I cum hard. My pussy pulsed around him. I moaned his name over and over. No shame. Just loud and raw.
When I finished he pulled out. His cock was shiny with me.
“On your knees. Ass up.”
He undid the ankle ties. I rolled over, face down, ass high, cuffed hands under my chest. He pushed back inside from behind. Deeper this way. His hand came around and rubbed my clit slow while he fucked me.
“Tell me what you can’t say earlier.”
“I want him to see me like this. Ass up. Taking your cock. Cuming on it. I want him to see how wet I get for you.”
Steve’s thrusts got a little harder but still controlled. “You’re gonna cum one more time. Then I’m pulling out and cum on your back.”
“Yes, Daddy. Rub my clit faster. Just a little.”
He did. The crop tapped my ass cheek. Light. Then harder. The sting pushed me over again. I came shaking, pushing back onto him, moaning into the pillow.
Steve pulled out. I felt the hot spurts land across my lower back and ass. He groaned my name low.
We stayed like that for a second, breathing hard.
He undid the cuffs. Untied everything. Took the clamps off slowly. The rush of blood made me hiss but it felt good.
Luna’s voice came from down the hall. “Mommy?”
Steve kissed the back of my neck. “Go. I’ll clean this up.”
I stood up on shaky legs. My pussy still throbbed. My nipples stung. My ass had little red marks from the crop. But I felt… clean. Like all the old shame got fucked out of me.
He gave me one of his big shirt to where, since my jumpsuit is now torn…
I looked back at Steve. “Thank you, Daddy.”
I walked to the door. My hand was on the handle when his voice stopped me.
“Freya.”
I turned. He tossed a small bottle of perfume from the nightstand. I caught it one-handed.
I got it right away, I sprayed it on, so Luna wouldn’t smell the sex on me, the sweat, the cum drying on my skin. I pressed the nozzle quick—neck, wrists, a little between my thighs. The fresh scent covered everything.
I threw the spray back to him and opened the door.
As soon as I stepped into the hallway I heard voices floating up from downstairs.
“Hey, Luna bug, you sleep okay?” Ben’s voice.
“Yeah, Uncle Ben! I had a dream about the park!” Luna answered,
I ran down the stairs, legs still wobbly but moving fast. Luna spotted me at the bottom and her whole face lit up.
“Mommy!”
She bolted straight at me. I dropped to my knees on the last step and caught her in my arms. We hugged tight, her little body warm and smelling like sleep and baby shampoo.
“I missed you so much, baby girl,” I whispered into her hair, holding her closer than usual.
But over her shoulder my eyes locked on Ben. He stood there in the living room, hands in his pockets, watching us with that easy smile.