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delight was sparkling brightly behind her partially
lidded eyes, and she couldn’t stop subconsciously licking over
her mouth as her skin burned to his touch. She helped him, subtly
showing him the line of buttons along the side of her dress as he
freed her arm from the strap.
    Bending his knees and placing the restraint on the bed, he kissed
her forehead and began to undo the dress quite slowly and carefully.
“You have no idea how good it will make daddy feel to do this,”
he said as he disrobed her so meticulously, pulling the dress down
from her curvaceous form.
    She felt her skin prickle against the air as it was unveiled. Her
large, heavy breasts were hidden with a bra, and her skin smelled so
clean and pure from her long, luxurious bath. She was so pliable in
his hands, her gaze never leaving his with a wide, innocent stare
that she was working very hard to maintain.
    “I want you to feel good,” she confirmed.
    “Of course you do,” he said with that fatherly smile
as he stripped her of the dress, leaving her in her stockings and
underthings. Reaching his arms about her, he undid her bra, pulled it
around and off her with such care as he let those heavy mounds free
of their confines. Even amidst their play he couldn’t help
himself from staring at her chest so hungrily, they were such an eye
catching sight. “Take off your panties now, darling, and climb
up onto the bed for daddy.”
    She stood, her fingers hooking into the sides of her panties as
she lowered them to the ground, stepping out of them daintily. Even
just a slight act as that caused her breasts to sway tantalizingly
against her ribcage, and her pink nipples were tightened with
arousal. She looked at him, standing in nothing more than her garter,
stockings, jewellery and barrette, before moving atop the bed and
resting back on it.
    Her flesh was so aware, the sensations of the air moving about the
room treating her to such delicious pleasures. “Is this right?”
    When he returned his shirt was open, and she could see the light
sprinkling of silver hair upon his lean chest as he knelt and bent
over her. Taking her arm in his hand he began to attach the leather
restraint to her. “That’s perfect sweetie,” he
declared with such a smile as he clasped her one arm to the post then
moved to the next. “You look like such an angel right now, you
have no idea what it does to daddy,” her two arms firmly
restrained.
    She tested their hold, and he could see exactly what it did to
her. Eva’s face looked brighter and more youthful than he’d
ever seen her, and the smooth, pale flesh seemed to beg for his
touch. The way her large breasts rolled along her chest was so lovely
and tantalizing, that tuft of hair hiding her arousal from his eyes.
    Sliding his two hands down her stockinged legs he took hold of her
calf and clamped it to the post, then repeated with the other so that
she was firmly attached to the bed by all limbs. Standing straight,
he looked her over, absolutely captivated by the sight of the full
figured beauty so helplessly bound before him. “That’s my
girl,” he said with such a weak, airy voice, moving to the
dresser and picking up a velvet flogger. The tendrils of its smooth
fabric splaying down over his hand as he tested it with a whip,
moving over to her and teasing it along her inner thigh. “You
were always daddies favourite.”
    She stared at the device in his hand with a mixture of desire and
fright, but the arousal was quelling all opposition. Eva had always
prided herself on her experimental nature, and the fear of the
unknown only brought her to greater heights. Especially as they
role-played such a dirty scene. It was working a number on her, and
that tease along her thighs was almost too much. She squirmed against
it, a soft ‘ah’ escaping her.
    Gregory trailed the dark tendrils up her inner thigh, teasing her
quim before he brought it back down. “Are you ready, sweetie?”
he asked, though the first lash of