I wake up, consciousness flowing in and out. Daddy's in a chair in front of the bed working on his laptop.
"Good morning daddy," I say half awake.
"Good afternoon, kitten. It's two o clock," he says resting his laptop on the floor.
I want to feel him, feel the texture of his skin, feel his cock in my hand, feel it in my mouth. I want to jump up to him. I try to get up, but something is stopping me. My hands, I can't move them!
I turn my head sideways to find that they are shackled with a chain to the bedpost. My hands are stretched out. Panic floods me, but only for a few seconds. This is daddy's handiwork. I lift my head to look at him. He's sitting there, grinning.
"I told you I was going to fuck you silly. And your legs are bound too," he smirks, his eyes twinkling.
Trying to move my legs does nothing. They're secured at my ankles from the top and my legs are spread wide open. My heart races as he gets up. His cock is pulsating and with it, so does my core. Helpless, chained and exposed, I arch and buckle even before he touches me.
From the draw beside the table, he pulls out a black feather. He lifts the bed slightly and yanks out a blindfold. Unlike the cloth he tied to me earlier, this looks more like a mask designed for the eyes. Lifting my head up, he blinds me.
I feel daddy's lips on mine. His tongue darts in, pillaging my mouth. My nubs perk up, greeting his fingers as he squeezes them gently. I moan into his mouth. With a bite on my lower lip, he deserts me.
Small thunders run down my spine when he introduces the feather to my breasts. He circles my tits with the feather as I squirm and yank my hands and legs. Nothing happens, except the feather is on my nipples, running up and down. It feels like nothing I've felt before. The sharp hair on the feather don't cause pain but make me wither. I groan as he massages my pussy while tracing an 'S' on my breasts with his feather. His finger is deep inside me and I'm overcome with a raw, primal desire to be fucked. I hump his fingers, but daddy's being cruel. He removes his finger.
"oh... please, papa" I whimper.
He rubs my clit harshly and seethes,
"When you get fucked is my decision. You understand that?"
"Yes daddy," I stammer.
He opens the lips of my pussy and tongues me violently. I push my hips into him, wanting more. I screech when he flicks my clit with the feather.
"Oh yes... More daddy, more... please," I scream shoving myself against the feather.
He moves his tongue away and runs the feather on my pussy, running it along my lips.
"You like that, kitten?" he teases me.
"Yes papa, I love it," I scream.
He slaps my pussy with the feather so that the stem hits my clit. The pain is sharp and I writhe, moaning. He soothes me by suckling my pussy. He opens my lips and plunges three fingers in me together. I buck and arch my hips. His hands stroke my breasts, teasing my nubs, fondling them.
"Want more, kitten?" he asks
"Yes, daddy... yes...," I purr.
"Ask for it."
"Fuck me papa, please. Fuck your kitten," I beg him.
His hand wanders down my leg and unclasps the chain. He kisses my ankles as he frees them. He moves to my wrists and untethers me. He lifts me up and stands me on the ground.
"Kneel," he commands.
I slowly kneel, unaware of when my knees will meet the ground.
"Head on the ground."
I bow down, my head touching the carpet on the floor. I blush as I realize how I must look. My ass hanging in the air, my pussy exposed. He takes my hand and places them on my back, one hand on another. I feel a rope binding my wrists. The rope fits snugly on my hand.
Slap!
"Ow...," I shriek as daddy spanks my ass.
As his thick cock enters me, the walls of my core open up for him. He's not gentle this time. He rams into me like a man on a mission. He's fucking me so hard, it almost hurts. But it's nothing compared to the pleasure it brings me. Every time he thrusts, my sensations rise. Tied and helpless, I am engulfed pure bliss. The rhythm of our fucking is music to my ears; his grunts, my reward. He spanks me mercilessly, hitting the same spot again and again.
"Oh, fuck. Harder daddy, hit me harder," I scream into the floor.
He obliges. I drown in a symphony of pleasure and pain, both so intertwined, I can't tell one from another.
"God, you're a tight bitch," he growls.
His abuse makes me shiver. But, I like it. He's humiliating me and I love getting humiliated by him.
"Yes daddy. I'm your tight bitch. Your whore, papa. Own me," I scream, shocked at my own words.
He grabs my hair, yanks it brutally and commands,
"Come."
Like a dog following its master without question, I come for daddy, whimpering. He comes with me, jerking to a halt. We stay like that for a while, recovering. He pulls out of me and unbinds my wrists.
"You were beautiful, Eliza," he says stroking my hair gently, as I stand up.
"Thank you, papa," I say, hugging him.
His arms wrap around my back wandering from my shoulders to ass.
"Hungry?" he asks.
"I'm starving," I admit. It's been a day since I've eaten anything.
"Do you have any place in mind?"
"Actually, can I cook for you?"
"You can cook?"
"Yeah. Mom was a chef at a restaurant. I could cook when I was 13."
"The talents of my kitten," he pats my ass as we head upstairs.
"What do you like?"
"Well, tell you what. Let's cook some parmigiana."
"So, you can cook as well?"
"I'm half Italian, Eliza. People wouldn't believe it if I couldn't."
I giggle as we enter the kitchen. He wraps an apron around me, tying it on my back. I jump when he kisses my bare ass. Time flies as we begin to cook. He is brilliant at this as well, adding ingredients with a surgeon-like precision. We are done with the chicken in no time. As I reduce the heat for the sauce, he pulls me for a kiss. I jump, surprised, but happy. As happy as little kid opening presents on Christmas.
"The sauce will take some time. I want to talk to you till then," he says leading me to the sofa. He removes both our aprons as he sits on the sofa. I promptly take my place on his lap, facing him.
"I want to know you, Eliza," he says, his hands meandering on my back.
