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  Chapter 11

  It turned out that answering Daddy Kawan's questions wasn't as embarrassing as she'd feared... and being questioned was way more arousing than she'd thought it would be. Melody was pretty sure the white thong she was wearing was completely soaked. In fact, she wouldn't be surprised if there was a sizable wet spot beneath her on the paper covering the examination table.

  Still. Her arousal was tempered with wariness. The first – and only – boyfriend she’d allowed to attempt butt stuff had not known what he was doing. Unfortunately, neither had she and it had been a painfully unpleasant experience. Her buttocks clenched tightly at the thought of letting another man back there.

  But for some reason, she loved reading about Daddies plugging their baby girls, fingering them, and even fucking them in their bottoms. Especially if the bottom in question had just been punished. It was a fetish she didn’t quite understand, but she figured it couldn’t always be a bad experience or so many people wouldn’t be into it.

  There had been quite a few things on the list that she’d never tried before but was interested in. Daddy Kawan asked her about each and every one of them, leaving her a hot squirming mess as her imagination went into overdrive… and he hadn’t even touched her yet. When he finally set down the clipboard, she sucked in an excited breath of air, and it wasn’t just her bottom cheeks that clenched in anticipation.

  “Okay, sweetheart,” he said, turning back to her with a warm smile that she felt all the way through her. “Time to start your examination.”

  Before Melody could ask what to do, he had moved in front of her. Sitting raised up on the table as she was, he was only an inch or so taller than her now—and somehow the man still managed to make her feel like he was looming over her. Not in a bad way though. Just a reminder that he was bigger and stronger. It made her feel like he could protect her, take care of her… just the way a Daddy should.

  Daddy Kawan’s eyes sparkled as he ran his finger across her collarbone and then down to her cleavage. Behind the stiff fabric of the corset, Melody’s nipples itched, aching for some attention as if his mere touch had brought them to life. She gripped the edge of the table harder, her fingers digging into the padding as she pressed her thighs together.

  His finger reached the top of her corset and traced just above it, making her skin prickle. The little hairs on the back of her neck were already standing up and she felt like she could barely breathe as he ran his finger over the curves of her breasts and back. The entire time, his gaze never left hers, and the way he held her eye contact made everything feel even more intimate than she'd thought possible.

  "Let's take this off so I can start my examination," he said, his voice low and husky. "I want to see you, baby girl."

  "Okay." She nodded her head and then saw the expression on his face. "I mean, okay, Daddy."

  "Good girl."

  Warmth swept through her. While part of her liked being a naughty girl, she couldn't deny the effect the accolade had on her.

  "Hands down," he told her, when she started to lift her hands to help him. Melody's breath stuttered as he leaned forward, their upper bodies nearly touching, so he could reach behind her and loosen her corset. Now she had to fight against lifting her hands again; not to help him, but because she wanted to touch him and he was sooooo close.

  But she wasn't ready to be naughty when they'd just started. She wanted to see what he was going to do.

  The corset loosened as he pulled at the ties, allowing her to take a much deeper breath than before. She sighed at the sensation, slumping slightly now that she wasn't being forced into such rigid posture. Daddy Kawan's hands slid around to her front again, flexing the corset to open the clasps.

  Her breasts spilled out, her skin tingling. That was when she remembered all the red marks her last corset had left on her, and she looked down to see that it had happened again. They weren't as deep or as dark as last week, since she hadn't been wearing the corset for as long, but she immediately had the urge to cover herself.

  Daddy Kawan caught her hands.

  "Uh uh, little girl," he said, giving her a stern look. "I can see you're going to have some trouble staying still, aren't you?"

  "I... sorry, Daddy," she said, feeling a little miserable, because she hadn't meant to disobey him but at the same time she was feeling incredibly vulnerable with all the rolls and swells of her body fully on display, along with the ugly marks from trying to keep them contained. The sitting position didn't help at all.

  "It's okay, baby girl. I'm not going to punish you this time, but I am going to help."

  Still holding her wrists in one hand, Daddy Kawan used them to swivel her around so that she was no longer sitting sideways on the table, and then the fingers from his free hand pressed on a spot right between her breasts, pushing her down onto her back. She squeaked as her shoulders hit the examination table and Daddy Kawan moved around to the side so that her arms were stretched above her head.

  "Remember, baby girl, yellow to slow down and red to stop."

  The reminder settled her. There was no way she was going to call for the scene to stop just over having her corset taken off. She'd known that was coming. Feeling insecure about her body now that the moment was actually here was not a reason to safe word. Besides, all stretched out like this she didn't feel as self-conscious of her stomach. She couldn't do anything about the red marks on her skin—but she didn't have to.

  She was in the position Daddy Kawan wanted her in. That he was putting her in.

  It made everything so much easier, and as he secured cuffs around her wrists to keep them above her head, Melody felt her entire body relax.

  Apparently Melody was one of those submissives who found bondage freeing. Kawan noticed the moment her muscles all went lax, softening under his hands. With her wrists secured and her body laid out for him to play with, he could only grin at how utterly delightful she was.

  She might not have any BDSM experience, but she'd been drawn to it for a reason.

  "What a pretty little girl," he murmured, loud enough for her to hear, as he ran his hands down her arms until he reached her breasts, cupping the soft mounds and squeezing gently. Melody moaned, squirming and arching her back in response to his touch. Kawan ran his thumbs over her nipples, teasing the sensitive buds into hard little nubs for him to play with.

  The red marks on her skin from her corset made him frown inwardly, but he kept his expression smooth. He didn't particularly care to see anything marring her skin that he hadn't put there himself. If she became his baby girl, he'd dress her in soft fabrics and ruffles. Definitely nothing restrictive enough to leave marks behind.

  "Very responsive nipples," Kawan murmured, enjoying the blush that immediately heated her face. "They're so pretty and hard, I think they deserve some jewelry."

  He pinched the tender buds, making Melody squeak, before releasing them and moving over to the tray he'd set up when he'd first arrived, rolling it over next to the table. Melody's brown eyes widened as she took in the array. Kawan decided to leave it where she could easily see it. Just looking at the toys, knowing they'd soon be used on her, should help build her anticipation nicely.

  Picking up the tweezer clamps, which were connected by a long chain, he dropped them on her stomach before returning his hands to her breasts. Her muscles quivered under the cool metal, her eyes wide as she watched him cup her breasts again, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers while he watched her expressions.

  "Oh... oh please..." She writhed when he pinched down, tugging gently on her nipples, her head thrashing back and forth.

  "Please what, baby girl?" he asked, pinching even harder and twisting a little, making her gasp. Each small increase of pain was met with a surge of lust in her eyes. She was at least a little bit of a masochist.

  "Please... Daddy... I need more..." she begged prettily, panting for breath between her words. Her pleading made his cock throb. She was squirming even more, her legs pres
sed together as she wriggled, like she was trying to put enough pressure on her pussy to get herself off. Naughty little thing.

  "Okay, baby girl, I'll give you more."

  Kawan gave her nipples another firm pinch and she squealed before he released them. The pink buds stood out from her breasts, practically begging to be adorned. Quickly, Kawan pinched the base of each nipple with a clamp before sliding the loop up the tweezers to adjust the grip. Tight enough to hold on and keep her nipples hard and sensitive, but not so tight they'd be immediately painful.

  "Where else do you need more, sweetheart?" he asked, rubbing his hands over her ribcage and down her sides. The red marks her corset had left on her skin were already fading, but rubbing them helped even more. "Where do you need Daddy's help?"

  When Melody answered, her voice was higher than before, somehow both girlish and sultry. Her little side was definitely sexual, and Kawan was thrilled. While he could be perfectly happy indulging a baby girl's little side outside of the bedroom and tending to her needs as an adult inside of the bedroom, he'd always loved it when the two overlapped. It added an illicit taboo feeling to the sex, which he thoroughly enjoyed.

  "Um, down... um, between my legs, please, Daddy." She was still pleading.

  "Down here?" Kawan asked, giving her a kiss just above the waistband of her skirt on the soft skin of her stomach.

  Melody groaned. "No, Daddy, lower, please!"

  Playing like this, teasing her like this, was sinful torture. Kawan wanted nothing more than to flip up her skirt and bury himself inside of her, but at the same time he was enjoying himself too much to bring this to a premature conclusion. As good as last week's scene had been, it had been unplanned. He wanted this, the first scene that he'd planned for her, to be utterly unforgettable.

  Pulling her skirt up so that it bunched around her hips, Kawan groaned softly when he saw the white thong she was wearing underneath. It was soaked with her arousal, to the point where it had become completely see through over her pussy lips, making it clear that she was completely clean shaven. That or she waxed. Either way, the almost transparent fabric clung to her, hiding nothing.

  Kawan cupped her mound, his fingers gently rubbing her pussy through the silky fabric. Her hips lifted, trying to push against his touch, seeking firmer contact. "Here, baby girl?"

  "Yes, pleaaaase, Daddy!"

  He chuckled to himself then because he knew that as much as this was torture for him, it was so much worse for her... and he had no intention of ending her torment any time soon.

  When Daddy moved around to the end of the table and grabbed her ankles, pulling them apart, Melody cried out in both surprise and aggravation. He could move very quickly when he wanted to, and before she could even form a protest, he had both of her heels pressed into stirrups and her ankles strapped down to them. Now she couldn't even seek stimulation from pressing her thighs together.

  "Daaaaddy!" She sounded so whiny and yet she couldn't make herself stop... and it didn't seem like it bothered her Daddy at all.

  If anything, the look he gave her was even more lustful than before. He adjusted something on the table and the section that had been under her legs dropped down, leaving her bottom hanging slightly off the end of the table. She arched upwards.

  Ignoring her plea, Daddy made a tutting sound at her.

  "What a naughty little girl," he said, sending a rush of heat through Melody's already molten pussy. "Squirming all over the place, wearing inappropriate underwear... I can see I'm going to have to give my little girl some hard lessons in behavior."

  The urge to press her legs together intensified. Melody was sure that if she could do so, she'd have orgasmed right then and there. She wouldn't need more than the slightest stimulation to go off like a rocket. Had she ever been so aware of her body?

  Her nipples were throbbing, her insides clenching, and her clit was so swollen she'd swear she could feel it rubbing against her pussy lips when she'd been able to squeeze her legs against it.

  The smile he gave her promised all sorts of naughty delights and Melody whimpered.

  When he picked up a small pair of scissors that she hadn't even noticed among all the other toys on the tray—because who noticed scissors when there were nipple clamps, butt plugs, vibrators, and whips around?—her breath caught in her throat.

  "This thong is going to have to go," he said, shaking his head. "Little girls aren't allowed to wear such naughty things."

  He was going to cut her thong off! Part of her—the thrifty part—wanted to protest that he couldn't ruin her underwear. But the other part of her, the part that was completely turned on by everything that was happening, that loved how he'd taken control, loved how he was unknowingly fulfilling so many of her fantasies, wanted to cheer. Why was having her panties cut off so hot? She had no idea. But she wanted it.

  Moving slowly, to give her time to protest, Daddy glanced at her before he actually began to cut the fabric.

  Snip, snip, snip.

  Now the cool air of the room was like a huge tease on her heated flesh, doing nothing to actually chill her ardor. She was totally exposed, completely vulnerable, and practically melting into a pile of lust at Daddy's hands. Standing where he was, between her legs, he could see every last millimeter of her pussy, and she'd never felt so exposed.

  "What a pretty little pussy my little girl has," Daddy said admiringly, erasing any embarrassment she had about being spread wide like this. Not like she could do anything to cover herself anyway. Oh how she loved not being able to do anything to cover herself. She moaned as he stroked a finger down the center of her wet folds, teasing the sensitive flesh, circling the aching button of her clit.

  "Please, Daddy, please touch me more... I want... I need..."

  The finger slid inside of her and Melody cried out, her muscles clamping down around the intruder.

  "Does my baby girl need to come?" Daddy asked, crooning the question as he gently pumped his finger in and out of her hot pussy, teasing her all the more. Melody felt tears spark in her eyes, he was making her so hot and needy, and she writhed against her restraints.

  "Yes, please, Daddy!"

  "Mmm, do you think you deserve an orgasm when you've been such a naughty girl?"

  Oh no. He couldn't possibly be thinking of denying her, could he? Melody's tears overflowed at the very thought.

  "Please, please, please, Daddy, I'll do anything!"

  She meant it too. At that moment, Melody didn't care what he wanted from her, because if she didn't get to orgasm soon, she was going to die. A body could only take so much before it exploded. With his finger moving inside of her, teasing her, giving her only the tiniest bit of what she so desperately craved, she was going to go insane if she didn't get some kind of completion.

  "Not yet, sweetheart… not until I tell you that you can."

  "Please, Daddy, plea—"

  She didn't get the second please out before Daddy thrust a second finger inside of her, stretching her around the two digits, as the heel of his palm pressed against her swollen clit. Melody screamed at the sudden onslaught of sensation, the tension coiled inside of her bursting like a snapped wire and sending waves of ecstasy shuddering through her in its wake.

  Little sparks of pain heightened her pleasure, something tugging on her nipples making her writhe as the constricted buds stung in response. The fingers inside of her pumped, stroking, her body rocking against the rotation of his hand, the delicious friction against her clit sending her higher and higher.

  "Daddy! Oh, god, Daddy!"

  The waves of ecstasy rolled through her, rocking her, as she rode his hand through her pleasure. She pulsed around his fingers, all of the suppressed energy being expelled at such a fast rate that she throbbed with the force of it. Every stroke of his fingers drew out her rapture, her cries of pleasure echoing around the room until she couldn't hear anything else.

  Watching Melody come apart around his fingers was beautiful. Hearing her call him Daddy as
she did so fulfilled the needy darkness inside of him, filling it with warmth. Moments like this were why he loved being a Daddy.

  She moaned as she came down from her orgasmic high, her body shuddering and relaxing, and Kawan allowed his movements to slow with hers. Letting go of the chain on the tweezer clamps, he pressed his palm over his cock, the pressure relieving some of his own building need. Sometimes he wondered if he was also a bit of a masochist, considering how long he’d deny himself during a scene.

  Melody sighed, her muscles going lax, and she blinked almost sleepily. Her eyes appeared to be glazed with the aftermath of her orgasm.

  Kawan was looking forward to winding her back up again.

  Chapter 12

  Sliding his fingers from her pussy, Kawan shook his head.

  “What a naughty little girl,” he said in a low voice. “Did Daddy tell you that you could come?”

  Melody blinked, the hazy glow of pleasure in her eyes receding with something like horror as she realized that she had come after he’d told her not to. Of course, he’d known she would. When she met his gaze, he winked at her to let her know that he wasn’t really angry. He just wanted a reason for some funishment.

  Eventually he’d probably put a moratorium on orgasms without his permission, if they continued on this way, but even then it would only be so he could catch her being ‘naughty’ and punish her in a manner they’d both enjoy.

  As soon as he winked at her, she perked up, the satisfied expression on her face sliding into curiosity mixed with anticipation as she realized they were still playing.

  "No, Daddy, I'm sorry." She almost managed to look contrite instead of smug. "I won't do it again."

  "I hope not, baby girl, but you're still going to have to be punished," he said, shaking his head. Reaching up, he tugged gently on the chain between her nipple clamps, making her squeak and squirm at the renewed sensation. "We'll get to that in a minute. In the meantime, I'm going to take your temperature. Maybe the reason you're being naughty is because you're not feeling well."