IN A ROOM

DADDY'S IRON BOND

Daddy is sleeping soundly. I'm not surprised considering the intensity of orgasms we both had a while before. I watch him for a moment before I slip out of his arms. I'm not sleepy, I'm in fact feeling very hungry.

He promised to bring me his favorite snack to our meeting today. I want it now, I can't wait until he wakes up. So I get up and search in his duffle bag. There they are. Two packs of his favorite cherry flavored pop tarts! Yumm.

A shiny thing peeking from his bag attracts my attention. I dig inside and touch a hard object. I pull it out and find myself holding a pair of handcuffs. Such a beautiful thing! I caress the coldness of the metal on my skin and wonder how it feels being restrained with them.

My curiosity wins and I continue searching his bag. I don't find anymore naughty 'toys', but I melt at the sight of his uniform. I know he's going straight on duty tomorrow morning and the thought of seeing him in uniform for the first time is making me wet.

"Trying to steal from me, baby girl?"
Startled, I turn around and try to hide the handcuffs behind my back.
"Daddy! How could you think of me that way!"
"You've been naughty while I slept, haven't you, little girl? Maybe you should get what you're looking for."

He whirls me around and takes the handcuffs from my hands, and put in on me!
What a sensation if gives me, I can't help moaning while struggling to free myself. Daddy laughs and holds me so tight my wrists are trapped between our bodies.

He cups my breast and starts playing with my nipple one after the others. His hand travels downward, finds me dripping wet and whispers to my ear, "You are a bad little girl and you will be punished."

Daddy shoves me to the bed, my bum hurts as it lands on the cuffs around my wrists. He presses his heavy body on mine, holds my head and ravishes my mouth. It's so delicious I don't feel I'm being punished at all.

Suddenly he pulls himself up and motions me to my side. With a key he takes from his trouser's pocket he unlocks one of the cuffs. He draws both my arms over my head, slips the cuff through the iron rail headboard and clasps the cuff back onto my free wrist.

Now my hands are completely immobile. I'm helpless, at his mercy, one thing that I feel sure he will never give me. He covers my eyes with his necktie, ties it gently around my forehead and starts teasing me with his lips and tongue all over my body.

I was expecting him to be rough, but the slow and sensuous touches he's giving me is even more tortorous than any other form of punishments I can think of. I whine and beg for mercy, but he denies it.

He opens my legs wide and keeps touching, probing, licking and sucking my sensitive part, taking his time and stopping occasionally to frustrate me further. His iron hands grip me hard and pin me down to stop me from wiggling away from him. My moans are getting louder.

Helplessly bound, I have no choice but to give in to the maximum sensation he creates and scream out loud at the first climax that washes over me. My legs shake endlessly at the second. The third. And I fail to count afterwards.

I need him so badly inside me I beg and beg. He relents, turns me over and positions me on my knees with my head down on the pillow and my ass up on the air. He slams into me hard and pounds me like his life depends on it.

Our moans and grunts, mixed with occasional screams and whimper fill the air and with a last hard thrust he finally takes his own pleasure, shooting his load right into my core.

We both collapse on the bed, I lay on my stomach, he on of my back. His face falls on the curve of my neck blowing hot passionate air on my skin. My wrists still tightly restrained. With Daddy's forgotten iron bond.