Sadie's Little Christmas - Maren Smith Page 0,37
tightly pinched nipples.
She mewed as he parted her labia to take a firm pinch hold of her clit.
“Not everyone can take this,” he said conversationally. “It’ll be interesting to see if you can.”
The bite of the clamp as it took hold of the base of her clit was far worse than anything that had come before. She forgot her crying nipples. She forgot everything except the agony of that pinching pleasure and the gushed wet heat flooding through the folds to saturate his fingers as he stroked her.
“That’s it, babygirl,” he said, husky and low. “Get wet for Daddy.”
She mewed, but a mew was not a safeword. Her thighs were quaking, the involuntary shaking making all three clamps jangle. He flicked each one in turn, and her knees almost buckled.
“Are you going to be a good girl now?” he asked, flicking them again. Taking light hold of the clamp on her right nipple, he gently rotated it to bring her onto her tiptoes. “Shall Daddy take them off now?”
Panting, Sadie fought through the pain until finally, she was able to shake her head no.
Rising to his feet, he slipped his hand between her legs again. The feather-light touch of his fingertips bumping the clamp was excruciating until he found the swollen head of her slit. The wetness of her own arousal poured from her as he began to stroke.
“No?” he echoed, his voice both husky with need and curiosity. “What do you need, babygirl?”
She shook, her hips trying to rock with each circling caress of his fingers.
“M-more…”
“Now is not the time to tease Daddy,” he warned. “Not if you don’t mean it.”
Every movement was exquisite agony as Sadie turned herself around to face the bed. Slowly, groaning pitifully as the clamps dangled and shifted, she placed her hands flat on the bed and lowered herself to lie over the edge of the bed.
Lying on the clamps hurt more than bouncing. Her nerves were throbbing, wounded, her pussy, so empty and neglected, it hurt.
Reaching back, her weight grinding the clamps into the mattress until it felt like they were being pulled, she cupped her own bottom cheeks and opened herself to him.
“You are playing with fire if you think I won’t take what’s being offered,” Derek growled. “So, if you’re not serious…”
“Punish my bottom,” she begged, the wounded throbbing between her legs nowhere near close enough to make her come, but this was so close to having one of her favorite fantasies fulfilled—without the clamps, of course—she didn’t want to stop. “More. Please, Daddy!”
She heard the zip of his pants unfastening a half-second before the nightstand drawer rattled, and a dollop of lube drizzled onto her anus. He reached between her legs and took the clit clamp off her so suddenly, she didn’t have time even to beg him not to.
She learned her lesson about clamps. The worst part wasn’t while wearing them. It was the agony that followed once they’d been taken off.
She shouted, the hurt intensifying as the blood rushed into her burning, throbbing clit.
He straddled the back of her thighs, quelling her mindless writhing as she wallowed in the blinding pain. She almost missed entirely the broad nudge of his cock slipping down into the crack of her ass until it found the lube.
“Deep breath, darlin’,” he cooed into her ear, then gently nipped the lobe with his teeth.
Her aching clit sparked agonizing pleasure.
“You want me to punish your bottom? Fine. Grab onto the blankets and bite down. You’ve come enough for one night, anyway. Now it’s Daddy’s turn. Relax now, just relax. I’m glad I used the ginger root on you in the dressing room. That will help.”
She shivered, her whole-body aching and alive.
“Ready to take it for Daddy?”
She moaned, fluttering spasms shivering through her sex to her womb. She was weird. She was so wrong to want this.
“Make me take it.”
He combed his fingers through her hair, closing his hand into a fist, and pinning her to the mattress by her hair.
“I’m so very proud of you, Sadie. Thank you for allowing me this pleasure.”
“Let me fly, Daddy,” she whispered back.
“Bite the blankets and hold on tight.”
From that first slow thrust to the hard pounding last, he took her to the most heavenly hell.
***
Derek would be first to admit he was acting a little foolish, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. He must have texted Nanny J four times before it was even noon. Was Sadie settling into her role yet? Were there any problems?