Your Dad's Perfect (Ruby) novel Chapter 34

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You're shaking." His voice comes from behind me, and I nod. I am, excitement is building up, and he has done nothing. The feel of his fingers running down my back makes me moan.

I can feel him circling him, his finger stroking along the exposed skin as he does. Slowly, his mouth begins to kiss the areas of my body that are exposed. Each circle of me he does, his fingers and mouth touch my body.

The feel of leather stroking my body begins, and he continues to circle me. As he reaches my back, it lifts from my body and swings, hitting my ass. Moaning, I push forward as he keeps going, each time the flogger drags across my body before swinging over my ass.

He stops in front of me, his hand unzipping the dress. I feel it drop from my body, his mouth teasing my breasts as his hands grasp my ass. He continues the sweet torture, kissing, biting and sucking against my breasts and neck, and my body shakes within his hold.

Moving, he goes back to dragging the flogger around my body, swinging and hitting my ass when he gets behind me. My body is relaxed, and I can't help but smile.

A slight scream escapes my lips as something hits my clit. I feel it drag up my stomach to my neck before I jump from the sting of it hitting my breast. He continues his game, stroking the crop across my body before swinging it down against my ass, clit or breasts.

I'm ready to beg but fight against it. His digits push into my core, his hand other hand grasping my hair and pulling my head back. "I watched the videos every night, naughty girl." My body shakes against his. "My favourite is the one where you're choking on my cock, while you used your fingers for pleasure, and I call you my dirty girl."

His words end and he bites against my neck, my body throwing me into an orgasm, my hands grip the restraints, and I hear him chuckle.

"Fuck I missed that." His lips find mine while his fingers continue to stroke inside of me. My head goes to fall back but his other hand stops it.

"I want you soaked, proving you're my dirty girl." My head nods in agreement as he releases my hair and kisses down my body. Every now and then, he stops and bites against me until he reaches my sex.

His mouth joins his fingers in their sweet torture of me. My hips try to move against him, his free hand grasping me and holding me still.

"Please." He's been gentle, almost mockingly.

"Please, what, baby girl?"

"Stop being so gentle, Daddy." My head falls back as he resumes teasing me slowly.

"How hard do you want it, dirty girl?" I open my mouth to answer and he bites against my thigh, as his fingers piston into me hard, screaming, my body shakes and the orgasm flows through me.

"That, I want that." I hear his chuckle and feel him kissing up my body.

"Unlucky dirty girl, you don't deserve that yet." No! I almost stamp my feet but feel his hand grasp my neck. "Prove to me you deserve it, and I will."

Moaning, I nod, unsure of how I'm meant to prove it. I'm tied up, and I can't move. I jump, a scream escaping my mouth as the whip hits.