The muscles in her thighs trembled, the skin of them soaked with running sweat... and cum. Ophelia was slumped against the headboard, head pressed back, panting loudly and legs shaking in spite of the fact she could not move.
Oh god, she was going to cum again. How was it even possible? Maybe it had something to do with the fact that her Daddy, the dark master that controlled her life behind the scenes, knew exactly what twisted ways she loved to be used and played with. She closed her eyes and began to shudder.
Daddy had demanded she come to him and be his toy, a demand she could not say no to, literally. He'd left her in this hotel room cuffed to the bed with a toy in her pussy. She couldn't tell how long he'd gone or how many times she'd cum. But it was about to be one more time.
Ophelia bit her lip. She was a quivering mess, desperate for Daddy's return. Hot and nerves pounding, she writhed against the headboard, wishing she was about to cum on the real thing.
"Daddy," she whispered, pleasure beginning to take her, words lost in the start of a whimper. Ophelia's moans as she peaked did not mask the sound of the door opening, and through bleary eyes that streamed mascara and tears, she saw Daddy had come in at last.
Smirking, he locked the door behind himself. He held a large plastic bag, which he set on the table.
"Daddy, please let me free," Ophelia whispered, legs shaking uncontrollably.
The look in his blue eyes was dark and playful and she could see that was not what he had in mind. Daddy shed his shirt casually, kicking off his shoes. He turned from her, rummaging in the bag. From inside, he withdrew a smaller bag, which he ripped open and shook the contents of onto his palm.
They were clothespins. Another dip in the bag produced lengths of red silk cord.
Ophelia moaned without meaning to, spent form feeling new arousal, knowing what they were for. Daddy peeled his socks off and unbuttoned his jeans, she could see the bulge in the denim that awaited her. Ophelia bit her lip. Another climax was going to take her and she let it, loving the lust and darkness in his eyes it brought out.
"Oh god... Daddy..." The peak she rode was intense, shaking her hard as she came down. She slumped over, panting. The stimulation was suddenly becoming too much again.
"Please, Daddy," she looked up pleading into his face.
He tossed the clothespins and cords on the bedside table before uncuffing her. She must have showed relief on her face because Daddy chuckled.
"Oh no," he said, grabbing her suddenly by the thighs and yanking her further down the bed. She splayed faceup.
Ophelia could feel the hardness of his cock as he pinned her flat. One by one, he tied her limbs down to the bedposts, stretching her out for him.
She lay there exposed, still helplessly impaled with the unceasing machine's vibrations. Daddy reached between her streaming, trembling legs and with another barely audible laugh, turned up the vibrator to maximum.
Ophelia screamed, arching her back and trying to struggle in the tightness of her bonds. There was nothing she could do to escape her Daddy's punishment. She was lost in a sea of the most intense ecstasy she'd ever felt at the sensation of being so used.
Her eyes must have been closed because Daddy bent low to her suddenly, clipping the pins to her nipples. The sharpness of the new pain made her eyes snap open. Her Daddy's face filled her vision and he kissed her again, hungry and demanding, pulling away just as quickly.
Her words were reduced to squeals and cries of pleasurable nothingness.
Daddy grabbed the flogger and struck her against the thigh, then the other in succession. He repeated the motion several times, seeming to feed on and revel in her every moan and twitch.
