Perverted Daddy System

Chapter 158 - New house, new bed, new rope...

The house is quiet by the time I leave the hall. The girls' doors are closed, the lights low, and somewhere beneath my feet the rest of the building hums its usual nightly song. I stop outside the master suite, listen to the silence for a second, and push the door open.

Katie is on the bed. She's been busy while I waited — the room is lit by a single lamp, the sheets turned down, and my slave is waiting for me exactly the way I like her. Rope coiled in her hands, a blindfold in her lap, and that look in her eyes that says she knows precisely what tonight is about.

"Master," she says softly.

I close the door behind me and take the rope from her. "You've been thinking about this all day."

"Ever since you talked about breaking in the bed." She smiles up at me.

"That's right." Most men get greeted with dinner and a kiss. Mine waits up for me with rope and a blindfold. I'm the luckiest bastard alive.

I sit on the edge of the bed and run my hand up her thigh. She's wearing nothing but a thin camisole, and I can feel the warmth of her through it, the way her skin already knows to come alive under my touch. "First night in the new house," I say. "Feels different, doesn't it?"

"Everything feels different." She shifts, pressing her thigh against my palm. "Bigger. Ours. All of it — because you made it so."

"Because I made it so," I agree. I pinch her nipple through the thin camisole, rolling it between my fingers until she squirms. "And you made me make it so."

She laughs, low and warm. "I just keep you honest, Master."

"That's exactly what you do." I trace up her side, over her ribs, and she shivers. "Now let's see how well this new bed holds up."

I work fast. Katie knows the drill, and she helps me like she's been waiting for it — arms behind her back, rope wrapped around her wrists, then her elbows, cinched tight. She's my follower, my lover, my slave, my wife, my friend, my confidant — and when I tell her to spread her legs, she does it without a word, with only her dripping pussy betraying her excitement as I tie her ankles to the corners of the bed frame.

"Tied like a salami," she murmurs, and I have to laugh.

"Have you ever seen a salami beg for sausage?" She joins the laughter.

Last comes the camisole — there's no working it over bound arms, so I grip the neckline and rip it off her.

She's naked by the time I'm done, laid out across the new bed like an offering, arms bound behind her, legs spread wide and anchored. The lamp throws her shadow across the wall. She's already wet, I can see it glistening, and the way she arches into my touch — patient, hungry, completely mine — makes my cock ache. I run my hands over her, down her sides, over the round of her ass, and she shivers under me.

"You like the new room?" I ask.

"I like the new bed." She tugs at the ropes. "And I like where it's taking me."

"Good answer." I give her upturned ass a light slap, and she wiggles her hips in response.

I pull the leather paddle out of the bag I packed this morning — the dungeon stays locked, but some things travel. "You know what comes first."

"Yes, Master." The word comes out breathless, and her hips lift off the bed in anticipation.

Her ass is bare and pale under the lamp, but not for long. Not tonight. I start slow, light taps that make her gasp, the skin reddening under each hit. She arches into it. "That's it," I tell her. "Take it."

I build the rhythm — a slap, a pause, another slap, harder. Katie moans and squirms, pulling against the ropes, and I don't let up. Her ass turns a deep red, and by the time I set the paddle aside, she's soaked the sheets beneath her. I run my palm over the warmed skin.

"Count them for me," I say.

"O-one..." She swallows. "Two..."

I spank her again, and again, and she counts through it, her voice shaking more with each number, until she reaches ten and collapses, trembling, into the mattress. Her ass is bright red. She's breathing hard, and her hips work against nothing, looking for friction. Her fingers curl against the rope at her wrists.

"Good girl," I say.

"Thank you, Master."

I slide a hand between her legs. She's soaked. "Ten swats and you're already dripping for me."

"I'm always dripping for you, Master."

"That's what I like to hear."

I line up against her cunt and push. She's so wet the head of my cock slips in with almost no resistance, and we both groan as she swallows me to the root in one stroke. Her pussy clamps down around me, hot and gripping, and I hold still for a second just to feel my tip bopping her cervix.

"Home," I say.

"Home," she echoes, breathless.

Then I fuck her. Not gently — she doesn't want gentle, and neither do I. I grab her hips and drive into her, hard and fast, my hips smacking her reddened cheeks on every stroke, my balls slapping her soaked cunt. The bed slams the wall, the headboard knocking a steady beat into the plaster. She cries out under me, half-words and moans, and I don't slow down.

"This new bed's holding up well," I grunt.

"Keep... keep going, Master..."

I pull out of her with a wet, obscene sound, and drive back in before her cunt can clench shut. Her ass is still red from the paddle, and I spank her a few more times with my bare hand as I fuck her, each slap making her squeeze tight around me. She's crying out now, muffled into the pillow, toes curling against the ropes at her ankles.

"Who do you belong to?" Slap!

"You... you, Master..." Slap!

"You're mine. Say it!" Slap!

"Yours... I'm yours, Master..." SLAP!

"Good slave."

I reach under her and work her clit while I fuck her. She doesn't last long. Her whole body goes rigid, and she screams into the pillow as she comes, her cunt clamping down on my cock so hard I have to grit my teeth to hold on.

I don't pull out. My balls ring like a slot machine that just hit the jackpot — time to disgorge the accumulated coins — and I bury myself to the hilt, pumping her full while she shudders beneath me. The ropes hold her through all of it, and she's still shaking when I finally slow and pull out, letting my cum ooze out of her well-fucked pussy onto the sheets.

But I'm not done with her.