Make Me Moan, Daddy-Chapter 77

REINA

My shoulders were sore, stretched in a way that made me shiver, and every muscle in my body was buzzing with tension I couldn’t shake.

Domenico moved to the wall and grabbed the flogger, soft suede tails, black and thick. He ran it across his palm, testing it, and I swallowed hard. I knew exactly what was coming.

He came back to me slow, deliberate. My chest tightened the second he got close.

"You ready, baby?" His voice was low, teasing.

"I... yes," I whispered, swallowing thickly.

"Good." He growled, circling me, eyes dark, just like a predatory. "No flinching. You take it for me and be a good girl."

The first strike hit my ass, soft at first, but enough to make me gasp. My hips pushed back instinctively.

"Feels good?" he murmured, lips brushing my ear.

"Yes... Daddy..."

The second one was harder. Sharp. Hot. My pussy clenched, muscles tensing on their own.

"You feel that?" He smirked, tailing the flogger lightly over my thighs. "Already dripping?"

I whimpered. "Yes... please..."

"Please what?" His tone was dark, demanding.

"More... harder... Daddy, please..."

"Say it properly. Say my name."

"Daddy! Please!" I moaned, arching.

He chuckled against my skin. "That’s my girl. Takes it so well for me."

Strike after strike, hips moving without thinking, nipples brushing the flogger lightly, enough to make them throb. Every mark made my skin tingle, burning and aching, and I couldn’t even tell if it hurt or felt good.

"Color?" His voice was low, rough, commanding.

"Green," I panted, voice shaky. "So green."

He chuckled, dark, pleased. That sound made my pussy tighten even more. He dropped the flogger and grabbed a feather from the table, long and soft.

He ran it along my throat, over my chest, circling my nipples until I squirmed. I twisted my hands against the cuffs, reaching for him, desperate for contact.

"Please... touch me," I begged. My voice cracked.

"Not yet," he said, low, brushing his lips against my ear. "Patience. You’ll get everything."

Then he pressed ice to my nipple. I screamed, shaking violently at the shock. Slowly, he let it melt there, then pressed it to his mouth, warm against cold. I moaned, twisting, desperate. Every nerve in me alive.

He dragged the ice down my stomach. My muscles jumped. When he reached my pussy, he paused, warm breath against my clit. I clenched, desperate. Then he pressed the ice directly to me.

I screamed again, raw. Cold burned, then numbed, then burned again. My thighs shook, knees buckled, but the cuffs kept me upright. He pulled away and replaced it with his mouth, hot and wet.

Tongue flicking, sucking, circling, and I couldn’t hold back. Stars behind my eyes. Sobbing, moaning, my body riding every wave.

"Daddy... please..." I whimpered, feeling like I might collapse.

"Not yet," he said, lips dragging down my chest, kissing each mark. "You’re mine. All yours. Every part of you is mine to drive crazy."

Just as I started tipping over, he pulled back. I dangled on the edge, desperate, dripping. Tears burned my eyes. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"Daddy..." My voice broke.

"Shh." He went to the wall and picked up a thick, humming wand. Held it near me, not touching. My pussy clenched, aching.

"Stay still," he said. And I did. I shivered, body trembling, needing him more than I’d ever needed anything. He teased it along my thighs, circling, brushing, but never where I wanted it. I cried out softly, shaking.

Finally, he pressed it to my clit.

I screamed, arching, convulsing. Squirting, waves crashing over him, the floor, me. He held me, steady, making me ride every wave until I couldn’t make a sound anymore, just sobbed.

When he pulled it away, he caught me before I collapsed. Rubbed my arms, kissed the red marks on my wrists, murmuring praise.

"Color?" He asked, softer, tender now.

"Green," I whispered, hoarse. "So green, Daddy."

He smiled, leaning down to kiss my mouth, then temple, then forehead. "So good for me. So perfect."

He carried me to a low bench. Laid me down. Legs pulled apart, open and exposed. He knelt between them, looking at me like I was fragile and precious, soft and messy and completely his.

"No fucking," he reminded me. Voice rough but careful. "Not yet."

Clamps followed—nipples, lips, delicate chains connecting everything. Every tug sent shivers straight through me. I moaned, hips lifting, tears threatening again.

Then the candle. Hot wax dripped over my skin. Pain, sting, heat. I jerked, moaned, squirmed. He soothed me with kisses, murmurs, soft words even as I burned. I felt his control, but also his care.

Then his tongue. Slow, deliberate. Down to my pussy. Circling, flicking, teasing. I writhed, sobbed, desperate. Minutes? Hours? I couldn’t tell. He edged me, teased me, drove me insane. My body shook, overstimulated, every nerve raw.

"Look at me," he said, lifting my chin. His eyes dark, intent. "You’re mine. Every part of you. All of it."

"Yes, Daddy," I whispered, voice broken. "All... mine... yours."

He unhooked the clamps slowly, massaging, kissing every sore spot. Gathered me into his arms, chest to chest. I curled into him, spent, trembling from attention and want and relief all at once.

"You did so good, baby," he murmured, stroking my hair. "So perfect."

I buried my face in his neck. Leather, sweat, sex. My body was his. Bruised, marked, overstimulated, and completely loved. I’d never felt so claimed.

He carried me upstairs slowly, whispering praise, kissing my forehead, cheeks, lips. Laid me down in his bed. Curled around me, arms and legs holding me tight. His cock pressed against my ass, hard, leaking, but he didn’t take me. Just held me, whispered, stroked, told me I was his, letting me feel safe even as my body still screamed.

I clung to him, exhausted, every nerve alive, every inch of me remembered.

"You’re mine, Reina," he whispered. Low, gruff, soft all at once. "Every part. Never forget it."

"I’m yours," I whispered, voice broken, satisfied. "Always yours."

He kissed my temple, my forehead, tucked me closer. I drifted slowly into sleep, wrecked, loved, utterly his. Every mark on my skin a reminder that I belonged to him, completely, forever.