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Udvit’s fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns along Arshitha’s thighs as she lay sprawled across his bed. Her breathing was already uneven. Her body was trembling in anticipation of what he might do next.
He leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, “Do you trust me to take care of you today?”
Her voice was a soft, pleading whisper. “Yes, Daddy.”
He chuckled darkly, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Good girl. But remember—you don’t touch yourself unless I say so. Understood?”
She nodded, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. Udvit’s eyes flicked down to her chest, and without warning, he tugged at the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside. His gaze lingered on her bare skin, the flush of arousal already spreading across her chest.
She was so beautiful like this, vulnerable and exposed, completely at his mercy. His mouth descended on her collarbone first. His tongue dragged lazily across the sensitive skin before he moved lower, kissing and nipping his way toward her breasts. His lips finally closed around one erect nipple.
She gasped, arching into him. He sucked hard, alternating between gentle licks and sharp bites that made her whimper. His free hand cupped her other breast, pinching and teasing until she was squirming beneath him.
“Daddy,” she moaned, her voice breaking. “Please…”
He pulled back just enough to look up at her, his smirk lazy but dangerous. “Please, what? Use your words, Arshitha.”
Her cheeks burned, but she forced herself to speak. “I want… I want more.”
He rewarded her honesty with another deep suck on her nipple. His fingers were now trailing down her stomach toward her pants. He hooked his fingers under the fabric and tugged them off. Leaving her completely naked.
His hands roamed over her body, tracing every curve and dip, savouring the way she shuddered under his touch. His fingers finally brushed against her inner thigh. She let out a shaky exhale, her hips lifting instinctively.
But he didn’t give her what she wanted—not yet. Instead, he moved lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her legs, working his way toward the apex of her thighs. She was dripping already, her arousal obvious, but he refused to rush.
“You’re so wet for me,” he murmured, his breath ghosting over her folds. “But you’ll wait. Won’t you, princess?”
She nodded frantically, her hands still clutching the sheets as she fought to reach him. Udvit grinned, clearly enjoying her struggle, before finally lowering his mouth to her. His tongue slid through her slickness in one long, torturous stroke. She cried out, her body jerking involuntarily.
He teased her mercilessly, circling her clit with the tip of his tongue before drawing it into his mouth and sucking lightly. Her thighs tightened around his head. But he pushed them apart firmly, holding her in place as he continued to work her with his lips and tongue.
The sensations were overwhelming. She could feel the tension building inside her, coiling tighter and tighter.
“Daddy, I—” she started, her voice trembling.
He pulled away just as she was on the edge, leaving her gasping and desperate. “Not yet,” he said firmly, his tone brooking no argument. “Turn over. On your knees.”
She obeyed instantly, her body moving almost on autopilot. Once she was in position, she felt the sharp sting of his hand on her ass. The spank sent a jolt of pleasure-pain through her. He did it again, harder this time. She couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped her lips.
“Such a pretty little ass,” he muttered, running his fingers over the reddened skin. He leaned down to kiss the spot he’d just struck. Then, without warning, his tongue dipped lower, licking over her entrance before probing gently at her asshole.
She tensed for a moment, surprised. But the sensation was strangely electric, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her. His tongue worked her relentlessly, alternating between shallow thrusts and broad strokes that had her trembling.
He added a finger, sliding it into her wetness while continuing to tease her ass. She came undone, her orgasm crashing over her in waves that left her shaking and breathless.
He didn’t give her time to recover. Turning her onto her back once more and guiding her legs over his shoulders. His cock nudged at her entrance, and he thrust into her deeply, groaning at the tight heat of her. He set a brutal pace, each stroke driving her closer to the edge again.
As he fucked her, his mouth found her neck, biting and sucking marks into her skin. One hand reached between them, his thumb circling her clit in time with his thrusts. It didn’t take long before she was cumming again. Her body clamped down around him as she cried out his name.
He didn’t stop, though. He kept going, pushing her through the aftershocks and straight into another climax. And then another. By the fifth time, she was sobbing, her body wrung out but still responding eagerly to his every touch.
“Daddy, I can’t—” she begged, her voice breaking.
He slowed his movements, brushing a strand of hair from her face as he gazed down at her. “You can,” he said softly, his tone almost tender despite the intensity of their connection. “Because I know you can take it. You’re mine, Arshitha. And I’m not done with you yet.”
As he leaned down to kiss her, his hips began to move again, and she knew there was no escape—not that she wanted one. This was where she belonged, here with him, lost in the haze of pleasure and submission.
“How often do you think you can cum for me today?”
Arshitha’s body trembled, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as she tried to process his question. How many times? She wasn’t sure she could answer. Her mind was already fraying at the edges. Her world narrowed down to the relentless rhythm of his hips and the way he filled her.
“I—I don’t know, Daddy,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Her nails dug into his shoulders, desperate for something to anchor her as pleasure threatened to overwhelm her again.
Udvit chuckled darkly, his lips brushing against her ear. “Let’s find out, then.”
He shifted slightly, angling his thrusts so that every movement hit a spot deep inside her that made her cry out. Her back arched off the bed, her fingers clawing at the sheets as she struggled to hold on.
But he didn’t let her—didn’t give her a moment to recover. He was everywhere, his hands roaming her body, his mouth leaving hot trails along her neck, his voice low and commanding in her ear.
“You’re going to cum again,” he said, not a request but a demand.
She shook her head weakly, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. “I can’t, Daddy. It’s too much—”
“You can,” he interrupted, his tone brooking no argument. His hand slid between their bodies, his fingers finding her swollen clit and applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. “And you will.”
Her body betrayed her instantly, shivering under his touch as another orgasm began to build. She tried to fight it, tried to cling to some semblance of control, but it was useless. Udvit was relentless, his fingers moving in tight circles while his cock continued to drive into her, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge.
“Daddy, please—” she begged, her voice breaking as the tension coiled tighter and tighter inside her.
“Come for me,” he ordered, his voice rough with desire.
And just like that, she shattered. Her body convulsed, her walls clamping down around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She cried out, her voice echoing through the room as her mind went blank, consumed by the intensity of her release.
Udvit didn’t let up, though. He kept moving, his thrusts slow and deliberate now as he drew out her orgasm, prolonging it until she was trembling and boneless beneath him. Only when she finally went limp did he slow, his breath ragged as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.
But Arshitha knew better than to think he was done with her. She could see the hunger still burning in his eyes. His body remained tense, ready to take her again at a moment’s notice. She was helpless to resist him—wouldn’t even if she could.
“I want more,” he said, his tone casual but laced with intent. “Do you trust me?”
She nodded without hesitation. “Always, Daddy.”
A slow smile spread across his face, sending a shiver down her spine. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke. “Good. Because I will play with you in ways you’ve never imagined.”
Before she could respond, he was moving, sliding off the bed and striding toward the dresser in the corner of the room. She watched, her heart pounding, as he opened the top drawer and pulled out a small box. When he turned back to her, a wicked glint in his eyes made her stomach flip.
Inside the box were candles—long, slender sticks that gleamed faintly in the dim light. Arshitha’s breath caught as realization dawned. Wax play. She’d read about it and fantasized about it. But the idea of experiencing it with Udvit was thrilling and terrifying.
He lit one of the candles, holding it at an angle so the wax began to pool at the tip. The scent of vanilla filled the air, warm and sweet, but it did little to calm her nerves.
“Turn over,” he instructed, his voice firm.
She hesitated for a moment before obeying, rolling onto her stomach and resting her head on her arms. The anticipation was unbearable. Her body quivered with fear and excitement as she waited for what came next.
The first drop of wax hit her lower back, and she gasped at the sudden heat. It wasn’t painful—not exactly—but the sensation was intense, a sharp contrast to the cool air on her skin. Udvit waited a moment, letting her adjust before letting more wax fall, tracing patterns down her spine.
Each drop made her flinch, her muscles tightening as the heat spread across her skin. But there was something strangely arousing about it, too, the way he controlled every movement, every sensation. She felt completely at his mercy, and the thought sent a fresh surge of wetness between her thighs.
“Does it feel good?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “It feels… amazing.”
He chuckled softly, clearly pleased with her response. “Good. Because I’m just getting started.”
True to his word, he continued, the wax pooling in small patches across her back and shoulders. The heat was overwhelming, but she didn’t ask him to stop. She couldn’t bear the thought of disappointing him.
Instead, she focused on the way his free hand roamed her body, caressing her curves and teasing her sensitive flesh.
When the candle was nearly gone, he set it aside and reached for something else from the box. This time, it was a small ice cube, glistening in the light as he held it between his fingers.
“Brace yourself,” he warned, his tone playful but firm.
She tensed, unsure what to expect, but when the cold met her heated skin, she couldn’t help but cry out. The contrast was shocking, the ice numbing the areas where the wax had burned moments before. It was a strange kind of relief, one that left her breathless and craving more.
Udvit dragged the ice cube down her spine, following the path of the wax, before circling it over her ass cheeks. She moaned, her hips lifting instinctively as the cold sent jolts of pleasure through her body.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured, dropping the ice and leaning down to kiss the small of her back. “Now, let’s see how well you can handle this.”
Her eyes widened as he moved away, returning moments later with a handful of restraints. Rope. Her pulse quickened as she realized what he intended. But she made no move to stop him. Instead, she bit her lip and nodded, trusting him completely.
He bound her wrists first, securing them behind her back with expert precision. Then, her ankles spread her legs wide and tied them to the bedposts so she was completely exposed. Vulnerable. At his mercy.
“Perfect,” he growled, his eyes raking over her. “Let’s see how loud you can scream for me.”
Her breath caught as he positioned himself between her thighs, his cock pressing against her entrance. There was no preamble, no warning—just one swift, brutal thrust that buried him to the hilt.
She cried out, her body arching off the bed as he began to fuck her in earnest. The pace was relentless, his movements hard and fast, driving into her with a force that left her reeling. Each thrust pushed her closer to the edge, her cries growing louder as pleasure built to an unbearable intensity.
“You’re mine,” he snarled, his grip bruising on her hips. “Say it.”
“I’m yours, Daddy!” she screamed, her voice breaking as another orgasm tore through her.
“Again!”
“I’m yours! Always yours!”
He growled again, the sound primal and possessive, before slamming into her one last time. His release followed hers, his seed filling her as his body shuddered above hers.
For a moment, there was nothing but their ragged breathing. Then, slowly, Udvit leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “You did so well, princess. Now rest. Because when you wake up, we’re going again.”
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