Daniel practically throws me down onto the bed. Baxter perks up in the corner and gets up from his little dog bed, jumping up next to me and wagging his tail. He licks my face and yips happily. I scratch behind his ears just as he likes and he plops onto his belly, silently commanding me to rub it like a royal should. I giggle and attack him with love. "Hey baby! I missed you! Did you miss, Mama?" I coo at him in a baby voice and he barks happily. "I'll take that as a yes!"
Daniel stares down at us and shakes his head. "Oh, no you don't. You aren't going to use that dog to get out of your punishment. Tell him to get off the bed."
I look up at him and stick out my bottom lip, batting my eyelashes and trying my best to look adorable. "But he's so comfortable and he hasn't seen me in a while. Look at his little face." I put both palms on the sides of Baxter's face and smoosh it together, causing him to try and lick my hands and fingers with his wet tongue. I giggle at him.
Daniel isn't swayed by the obvious adorable ball of fluff that is Baxter but I do see the corner of his mouth tilting upward after my laugh. He shakes his head and crosses his arms over his wide chest, looking ever the stern parent. It makes my excited and my puppy-drool covered fingers aren't the only thing that's wet.
I smile and pet him. "I'm not using Baxter to get out of you punishing me. He just missed me, I can't control him."
Daniel sighs. "Well, this is happening. Now. So that dog needs to go in his cage."
Daniel nods. "I bought him a crate while you were... away." He says that word like it leaves a bad taste in his mouth then continues. "I knew we'd need one."
I shake my head. "Baxter isn't going in a cage. He won't be that kind of dog who is forced to live in one. He's my son." I grab him around the neck and hug him to my side dramatically. Baxter grumbles and struggles out of my grasp so he can lick me.
Daniel grins. "I'll give you a real son if you put down that damned dog."
And just like that, the playful banter is over. All the amusing energy is sucked out of the room. I wordlessly get up from the bed, holding Baxter in my arms and walk into the living area where I see a large crate by the couch. It's huge, more like a playpen, so I don't feel as bad about putting him in there. After he's secure, I turn back to Daniel. "About that, we should talk."
Daniel grabs me and wraps his arms around my waist. He pulls me to his body and if I didn't know any better I'd say he kisses the top of my head. I awkwardly keep my hands at my sides, unsure of what to do with them. His hands trail down to my ass and he gives it a quick slap. I jump and gasp. Daniel chuckles and lifts my chin with his thumb and forefinger. "I see you're still pretty sore."
He strokes my chin with his thumb. "Don't worry, Little American, I have something else in mind. I will leave your perfect ass alone, I'm not a monster."
"I beg to differ." I deadpan, sarcastically.
He smacks me again and I cry out. "I will only be merciful if you're a good girl and behave for me. Can you do that for me, Little American?"
Considering my ass still smarts and he didn't even hit me as hard as he has in the past, I nod. "Yes." Daniel's eyes darken and his hand goes around my throat, not squeezing, but posing as a viable threat. "Yes, Sir." I amend.
He nods and leans down, giving me a quick peck on the lips before straightening. "Good girl. Now, on the bed. I want you laying on your back in the center--naked."
I quickly do as he says and disrobe, even though I find it a little strange. He said he was going to punish me, yet he wants me to lay on my front? I shiver with excitement and fearful anticipation as I have no idea what he has in mind.
He walks over to the dresser that I've dubbed the "Kinky Cabinet" in my head and pulls out some things before he returns to me. Daniel lays them at the foot of the bed and leans down near the nightstand on his side of the bed. I'm curious as to what he's doing until he pulls out a black strap from under the bed. He fastens the cuff around my wrist and adjusts it until my arm is pulled taught against the mattress, giving me little leeway to move. I test the bond, but my arm doesn't budge, I'm securely tied. He repeats the process with my left arm and then walks down to the foot of the bed and does the same to my ankles until I'm spread out like an X in the center of the bed. I don't think I've ever felt to vulnerable, but if the moisture between my thighs speaks for itself, then I surely don't hate it.
Daniel stands over me-- looming-- looking larger than life. Of course, our height difference makes him always look kind of large, but now? When I'm laid out, naked, exposed, spread open for his viewing pleasure as he stares down at me like a predator looks at his prey? I feel raw.
Daniel strokes the side of my breast with his finger and stares down at me with a look I'd compare to starving adoration.
He grins and I get the chills. Daniel reaches between my legs and rubs his fingers over my mound, close to the spot I want him most, but never quite touching me, and I suddenly know what his plan is, and I don't like it. I lift my hips to his fingers and pulls his hand away, I groan.
Daniel chuckles. "Don't worry, Little American, we won't be doing that tonight."
I nearly sigh in relief. I remember when he didn't let me cum that first night, and it wasn't fun at all. I'm glad that isn't the route he's taking, but that still leaves me confused as to his motives. Before I can think about it anymore he plunges two fingers into me, curling them in such a way that makes my hips buck and my mouth open in a gasp. He thrusts them in and out, stroking my inner walls, and twisting, bringing me closer and closer to ecstasy.
I can't help but moan, the pressure is building up in my core, causing me to buck my hips and try to close my legs to ease the pressure on my pussy. Daniel's thumb finds my clit and I fall apart, my hips fall to the bed as they give away the state of my completely spent body. My head flops back on to the pillow and I stare up at the ornate ceiling. That orgasm was so sudden and intense, that I'm tired. All I want to do is sleep.
My chest rises and falls with each breath I take as I trace the patterns on the ceiling with my eyes, trying to come down from my high. Daniel keeps moving his fingers, but his thumb leaves my clit, which I'm thankful for.
"You can stop now, I came." I joke.
Daniel looks at me and his grin causes goosebumps to erupt all over my skin. "I know. You're going to cum again."
I shake my head. "I can't." I've never had multiple orgasms before, and I don't think I physically can.
"You can, and you will." He reaches to the foot of the bed and grabs a black toy with a white tip, kind of shaped like a microphone. He smiles, a Cheshire smile, a sadistic smile, and I'm even more worried than I was before. Daniel turns the device on, and the white top starts to vibrate. He places the vibrating part on my clit and my eyes widen at the sensation. "Does that feel good, Little American?"
I can't speak so I moan and nod my head. It does feel good. It feels amazing actually. I can feel the vibration deep in my core and I buck my hips, striving for more stimulation. I can do nothing but moan and gasp as my pussy is invaded with pleasurable vibrations.
Daniel chuckles and starts moving the vibrating wand back and fourth and then up and down. It shouldn't be possible, but I feel like I'm climbing another peak. I'm soaring farther upwards until I suddenly crash down. My second orgasm, the one I didn't think was even in reach, crashes over me with wave after wave. My clit throbs and my whole body sings. I throw my head back and moan, I swear my eyes roll back into my head at the intensity of it all.
I'm staring at the ceiling, trying to come down from my high, when I notice he still has the vibe on full power on my clit, which is now becoming increasingly more sensitive. I try to move my hips away from the stimulation, a direct contrast to what I did before, but he keeps it pushed firmly against my sensitive pussy no matter how I move. I whimper and look at Daniel, desperate for him to move the vibrator but he grins.
And suddenly I realize.
This is my punishment.
"Sir, please." I beg, desperately trying to get away from the vibrations, but he persists.
"What's that? You want to cum again--?"
"Did you just interrupt me?" He stares down at me and I do nothing but shake my head and whine. "And now you're lying?" He shakes his head back and fourth.
"Please, Sir. It isn't comfortable." It's borderline painful. My clitoris is too sensitive and the vibrator is directly on it, even so, I can feel another orgasm approaching.
"Good. It isn't supposed to be, this is your punishment, and if you can't keep quiet, then I'll have to quiet you down myself."
I try my best to, but another orgasm hits me like a tsunami and I throw my head back and nearly scream. My entire pussy throbs. The vibrator is giving me so much pleasure, that it now hurts. "Please, Sir, it's too much."
Daniel clucks his tongue and shakes his head. "Naughty girl, didn't I tell you not to make a sound?"
Shit. He did. Oh please don't make this worse.
Daniel nods. "Thought so. Now don't go anywhere, Little American." He laughs to himself. "Well, not that you could."
He positions the vibe between my legs and I try my best to shake it off before he even turns around. He lifts his hand and brings it down on my inner thigh. "No. That will stay there until I return, and if it moves before then, after this is done I'll turn your ass red again."
I gulp. I do not want that. At all. So I suffer through the vibrator until he returns with some kind of rubber ball with straps. "Lift your head."
I do as he says and he fastens it around my head, shoving the rubber ball into my mouth, behind my teeth, forcing my tongue to the back of my mouth.
He smiles down at me and kisses my forehead. "There, now you'll be silent."
I whine at him from behind the ball, but it's very good at doing what it's supposed to. I try to talk, but it comes out garbled and completely incoherent. I narrow my eyes at him and he laughs, stroking my face with his palm. "You look so pretty."
Damn him. Even in this state, his words produce that warm and fuzzy feeling deep in my belly. I really am smitten.
But back to the vibrator, which is thrusting me into another forced orgasm that makes me full on scream behind the gag. My eyes roll back in my head and I drool all over the rubber ball in my mouth, making a complete mess of myself. I pull and tug on my bonds, desperately trying to break free and escape this erotic torture but it's no use. Daniel ensured that I was fully trapped before he started this and I hate him for it.
"I wonder how many times this pretty little clit can cum before you pass out." He muses and I shake my head. "Aww," He coos, "This will be your fourth? Do you want me to stop?"
I nod frantically and try to tell him "Yes! Yes! I do!" but I can't form any words.
He grins. "I'm sorry, I can't understand what you're saying. You want to cum again?"
I shake my head violently.
He strokes my hair and stares down at me. "You scared me, Little American. I thought you were injured, and you know I don't trust William with you. I specifically told you to stay away and you disobeyed me so you're going to cum again. And again. And maybe if I don't think you're sorry enough, I'll make you cum a fifth time."
I whine and shake my head. Oh please, it hurts. I can't take much more of this. I don't want to. I don't want to cum again.
Sadly, it isn't up to me. Daniel digs the vibrator into me and moves it in a circle. The orgasm hits me and I buck and struggle to get away. My legs start to shake and I make a sound that's a mix between a moan and a shriek. Oh god. I don't think can do this again. Please Daniel.
I look up at him with pleading eyes. He strokes my cheek. "Do you realize what you did, Little American?"
I nod aggressively, tears sliding down my cheeks from both the intense overstimulation and the fact that I really scared Daniel. He truly was worried, and that makes me feel guilty.
Daniel smiles down at me and that only makes me sob harder because it's so loving and full of worry. I cry and moan and tell him how sorry I am. even though I know can't understand a word I'm saying. He nods. "I know, I know baby, I forgive you."
He removes the gag from around my mouth and rubs my jaw for a second before he reaches down and removes the vibrator. I sigh in relief and profusely apologize and thank him. I'm not sure which I do first, but I know I do both. Daniel holds me and strokes my hair and tells me that everything is okay and that he forgives me. He kisses my forehead and my cheeks and my face and even my nose. It's sweet, and it's another gesture that makes my heart melt.
I struggle, wanting to hold him, to touch him and show him how sorry I am, but I'm still tied spread-eagle on the bed. I'm no longer crying, and surprisingly, after all those orgasms, the thing I want is to feel him inside me. Daniel must realize the change in my mood because he starts taking off his clothes. I marvel at his chest, the sculpted tan muscle and patches of dark hair that lead to his Orion's belt. He takes of his pants and boxers and his large erection springs free. I see a bead of precum leaking out of the tip and I know that he got pleasure out of punishing me like he usually does.
Daniel climbs on top of me and brings his fingers down to my pussy, careful to avoid my over sensitized clit and tests my wetness. Lucky for him, I'm soaked, in fact, I think I've left a stain on the bed. He hovers over me, and brings his lips down to claim mine at the same time he thrusts into me, completely to the hilt. I gasp into his mouth and I feel him smirk into mine as he devours my mouth. His tongue dances with mine for dominance and he nibbles at my lower lip. I submit and let him explore my mouth. Daniel's always been a dominant and aggressive kisser, as he is in most things I suppose.
I feel complete as we join as one and I moan against his lips as he pulls out and thrusts back inside me with enough force to push my entire body upwards. My breasts shake and I can feel his hips beginning to bruise the inside of my thighs. He's claiming me with such force that I moan and gasp, the power of his thrusts making it hard for me to even make a sound of pleasure, let alone form words.
"Fuck, I missed you." He groans into my ear and trails his lips down to my neck where he starts licking and placing gentle kisses, a stark contrast to the fact that he's pounding me into the mattress.
I can only nod. I've missed him so much-- more than I should've since it was only a few days. I think I could be away from him for an hour and long for his touch.
"Little American... I have to tell you I..." He trails off and I'm left wondering if he was just about to say what I thought he was gonna say but the thought disappears as soon as it pops into my head because I'm so distracted with his violent, animalistic, thrusting.
"I'm obsessed. Completely. With you." He finishes, and I'm left with the same empty feeling. Oh how I wish he would've said he loved me. "I'm close. I'm going to fill you with my seed. I'm going to make you swell with my child."
That makes me pause and I'm about to speak up when feel it. He moans and fills me. I feel my walls bathed in his warm semen and I know it's too late. That could've been it. That could've been the time that produces our child. He collapses on top of me and wraps his arms around me, placing his cheek between my naked breasts. I stare at his dark hair and realize that I don't care. I want to have his baby. I want to see a dark haired little boy running around, because after we part, he'll be the only thing I have left of what we shared.
I've always wanted to be a mother, and we'll figure it out. I'll talk to Daniel tomorrow, when we're both completely conscious and not in a post-coital state. This will work, and at this point, I don't have a choice. I have to make it work. I tug on my bondage, wanting to be free so I can stroke his hair. I desperately want touch him. I want to show him how much I love him through my actions because I know how much my words scare him. I'm about to speak up and ask him to untie me when I feel him shift. He does just that, starting with my feet and then moving to my arms. I immediately wrap them around him. He falls into bed beside me, even though at this point it can't be later than three in the afternoon, and pulls me so I'm resting my head on his chest. He hikes my leg over his and I stroke his chest with my left hand. He wraps his arms around me and I cuddle up to him. I listen to his steady heartbeat, and feel every breath he takes.
I'm fully content with sitting in silence, but surprisingly, Daniel decides to break it.
"Annie," His voice is a low whisper.
"Daniel?" I ask him, worried. He doesn't sound like himself and he almost never calls me by my real name if he can help it. Even though I told him never to use that stupid nickname again, I can't bring myself to keep up with it. I love it when he calls me that too much, and it's strange hearing him call me Annie.
I can't see the expression on his face, but I feel and hear him take a deep breath. "I can't tell you what you want to hear... but I can tell you that I care for you... very much. More than I've ever cared about another human being. I may be forcing you to stay with me, but that isn't something I will ever apologize for. I care about you... so much, and I can never let you go. I will do my best to show you how much I care--everyday."
I don't realize I'm crying until I feel Daniel stroking the fallen tears away from my cheeks. He won't admit he loves me, maybe he never will, but I know he does. Deep down I know Daniel loves me a I love him. I know Daniel loves me with the way he looks at me, with how much he was concerned about my safety, with every little forehead kiss, with every time he pulls me close to him. He shows it with how he acts. He acts like he loves me, and maybe, just maybe, that can be enough.