place, he sat on the bed beside his captive, right in the curve her stomach created as her body bowed forward. He picked up the shears he had on the nightstand. Keira’s eyes bulged wide. “Emergency precaution if we need to get the tape off quickly.” Her shoulders sagged and she nodded. Daniel shook his head as he put the scissors back.
It was time to get down to business. Daniel knelt beside the bed but, just as he was about to pull Keira close, she started thrashing and making a noise that sound like his name. For a moment he thought she’d forgotten about her snap signal, but there was something a little too mischievous about the glint in her eye. And then it looked like she was trying to smile.
“Jesus Fucking Christ.” It took a second, but he got Keira upright on her knees, then unwound the tape around her mouth. “What?”
“I don’t care what you say. My father doesn’t negotiate with terrorists,” Keira said dramatically, before she bit the inside of her lips and made this little snorting noise.
“Nope. No way.”
“Why?”
“My house, my rules. We can do your whole kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome fantasy at your place. Right now we’re going to do things my way.”
“I want to argue about this some more, but when you’re firm like that it makes me really horny.”
“Good. Tape’s going back on.” Daniel ignored her pouting, pushing her over on the bed as soon as the tape was back in place. He had planned to start with her tits, suck on them a while, just to help her get her mind focused on what was actually happening, but that wasn’t going to work. She was distracting herself and him. Daniel was done wasting time. He dropped down on the bed and was not gentle about pulling Keira over his lap.
“I’m going to spank you now. Snap once if you want me to stop.”
Keira’s back rose and fell as she let out a deep breath, but her fingers remained still.
“Excellent. If you squirm I’m only going to make this worse.”
Famous last words.
The spanking started off well enough. Not to say that anything went particularly wrong. It was just that, once again, Keira reacted in a way Daniel had not expected. He got in one, maybe two licks and then she started to squirm in his lap. She wasn’t in pain, he could tell, and she wasn’t even close to signalling out of the scene. It was the warning he’d given her. He’d taken away her fantasy so she was going to get a certain level of manhandling out of him by testing to see if his warnings were actually idle threats. He hadn’t expected her to go there, but he was ready. He gave her ten hard licks, pausing briefly a few times to rub and grope at her luscious ass cheeks and thighs. She continued to squirm and moan, and squirmed and moaned some more when he stopped and slid his hand between her legs.
She was wet, coating his hand with her slickness as he pushed two fingers nice and deep.
“You want me to stop?”
She shook her head wildly.
“Good cause you’re gonna have to beg me to stop.”
Another moan, more desperate and pleading.
The spanking had worked for her, Daniel thought. He knew she could take more.
Daniel pulled his fingers out of Keira’s soaked cunt, then dropped her back onto the bed. More groans and moans, but she rolled into the exact position he needed her in, on her side. He kneeled beside the bed and got her ponytail in the tight hold of his fist.
“How are we doing?” he said in a harsh voice. His promised check-in was a few minutes late. She glanced at him, but didn’t make a noise. Air puffed out of her nose. “Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head as much as he would allow. “Very good. I hope you’re comfortable. You’re gonna be like that for a while.”
Keira made a little squeaking noise, but Daniel ignored her and went right for her nipple. He’d touched her breasts the night before, but he wanted a chance to really admire her body. Her breasts were perfect. A perfect handful with
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