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  “Which team are we rooting for?”

  He gave me an amused look. “Do you know what’s going on?”

  “Uh…” I glanced at the screen. “No.”

  “Not a sports fan?”

  “Is ‘bingo’ a sport? I used to go with Nan, and I got pretty into it.”

  That earned a big grin. “No.”

  Folding me in his arms, he narrated as we watched the screen. I managed to listen to the litany of “that’s the quarterback, this is the second down, that’s a field goal,” and hoovered half a plate of nachos as a reward for my efforts.

  The white team rushed at the blue team for the umpteenth time, and I tried to hide a yawn.

  “Had enough to eat?”

  “Yes.” I opened my mouth, about to claim I was tired and say goodnight when his hand closed around my throat. All the breath whooshed out of me as his lips came to my ear.

  “You trust me?”

  Yes! my lady bits shouted, and my brain let me respond with a breathless, “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Go to the bedroom. Strip, and put on what I left for you on the bed.”

  He let go, and I rose with a smile.

  “And Cassandra--” his warning tone made me pause and look back at him. “When I stay ‘strip’ I mean everything. No panties, unless you want to earn a red ass.”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I held back a giggle, and I skipped to the bedroom, eager to find...a giant football jersey, and nothing else.

  Humph. Guess the honeymoon is over.

  Remembering Dane’s threat, I went ahead and stripped everything off—bra, panties, even my hair tie. I left the bedroom and paused at the end of the hall, unsure how sexy I looked covered from neck to mid-thigh by what basically amounted to an oversized night shirt. The way Dane’s eyes lit up when he saw me, the sight of the jersey of his favorite football team over my curves was the biggest turn on ever.

  I gave him a shy smile, and he crooked a finger at me. As soon as I was close enough, he caught my wrist and brought me between his parted knees. His hands roamed up and down caressing me over the fabric, while the forgotten football game murmured in the background. His fingers slipped under the jersey and I shivered.

  His mouth twitched. “Ticklish?”

  “No,” I denied, because I was.

  “Hmmm.” He didn’t sound convinced. I waited for the fun to start but he just kept me like that between his legs, exploring, enjoying my little twitches and mews.

  I held onto his shoulders. “Now what?”

  “Now you can get me a beer.”

  Humph.

  His grin told me he knew what I was thinking.

  “I’ll make it worth your while.” Reaching beside the recliner, he brought out a pink butterfly shaped piece of plastic attached to black straps. “Hold up the jersey.”

  Stomach fluttering with excitement, I obeyed, leaning on him as he helped me step into the harness and standing still as he tightened and adjusted the straps. He spent so much time making sure the pink piece cupped my pussy just right, I got wet.

  “What does this do?”

  “You’ll find out.” He cupped my ass, then swatted it so I jumped and dropped the jersey. “Get me that beer.”

  “Yes, Daddy.” I waited until my back was turned to roll my eyes. It seemed I was in some sort of beer and blowjob fantasy of Dane’s, but he’d been so nice this week, it wouldn’t kill me to go along with things.

  I was halfway across the kitchen when the thing between my legs came alive, buzzing happily right against my clit.

  “Fuck!” I stumbled and gripped the fridge handle for dear life, holding back more gasps as the sensation changed to a vibrant pulsing that made my clit stand up and beg.

  “Everything okay, baby?”

  “Peachy keen,” I gasped. The vibration stopped as quickly as is started. I looked back and saw him holding a remote that did not go with the television. “I just forgot...um...what I came in here for.”

  “Beer,” he reminded me.

  “Right. Beer.” Keeping hold of the fridge handle in case the thing between my legs went live again, I reached for the bottle. The minute my fingers touched the cold glass, the device started up again, low and insistent. The intensity built as I walked across the kitchen back to the smiling tyrant in his giant recliner. Each step I took towards him, the buzzing grew stronger, until my legs wobbled. He’d planned all this—the football game, the mundane setting, the jersey—to put me off my guard. An ordinary male’s fantasy, with a twist to leave me breathless, because Dane was anything but ordinary.

  He accepted the beer, opened and drank from it like everything was normal. “Still want to leave?”

  I shook my head, not willing to risk trying to talk. Everything in me focused on the buzzing at my clit.

  “Good.” He set the drink down. “Because I’m only getting started.”

  Hoisting me onto his lap facing him, he levered the recliner back and set me right over his jean-clad crotch. His large hands spanned my hips and held me down so his evil genius device pressed right into me. The vibrations switched to a pulsing wave that ebbed and flowed and made my hips rock against his massive erection.

  “That’s it, baby girl. Grind down on daddy. Let me see you work for it.”

  Straddling my man, hair tumbling around my shoulders, I felt like a wild, wanton thing. I obeyed his command, rocking against him, my eyes never leaving his face. Inspired, I raised the jersey and gave him a show, cupping my breasts, licking my lips, tossing my hair like the damn cheerleaders on TV. Dane watched, his eyes piercing me with the attention and intensity I’d noticed and loved about him since the very moment we’d met.

  Loved?

  Before I could follow that thought, Dane flicked the remote and sent a powerful pulse rocking straight through me. I shouted and lost hold on the jersey, grabbing at Dane to keep upright. His fingers bit into my ass as he steadied me.

  “You gonna cum for me?”

  “Yes, please, Daddy.” My hips begged, jerking lightly, pushing the device against my overstimulated little nubbin. “Please let me.”

  “Not yet.” He fiddled with the remote until I was ready to grab it and hit the buttons until it launched me like a rocket into Happy Cassie Land.

  I must have made a frustrated sound, because his chuckle rumbled under me. I ground down shamelessly, trying to catch the extra vibration. My pussy was creaming all over his chest.

  “All right, baby. You’ve been so good. Cum whenever you can.” The device kicked on high.

  Hips rocking, I reached for my orgasm, frantic. My nails dug into Dane’s shoulders, but he didn’t complain. Instead, he tucked a finger under the device, scooped up some of my wetness and delved into the crevice of my bottom. His finger found my back hole.

  “Oh,” I blinked at the sensation, a light fluttering against a spot I didn’t know could feel good. I forgot to grind for my orgasm, focusing instead on Dane’s gentle exploration. His finger twisted inside.

  That did it. I came, my pussy clenching. My head dropped and pressed against Dane’s shoulder as I moaned. My hips danced in the air as I rode the waves of pleasure. Just as I caught my breath, Dane’s finger withdrew from my ass, making me shiver and clutch at him all over again. He settled me with a hand on my back.

  “Did you like that?”

  I nodded, still resting my cheek against his muscled chest.

  “My sweet baby.” He stroked my back.

  Sitting up, I repositioned myself, oozing down to the floor between his legs. I put my hand against the front of his jeans, asking silently.

  “Okay, baby. But no hands.”

  He unzipped and drew himself out. I rose up on tall knees, and did my best, but when I tried to take him down further, my hands came up automatically and he caught them.

  “What did I say, babygirl?”

  I sat back on my heels. “Sorry, Daddy. You’re just so big.”

  He pulled me up for a kiss, then leaned down and swatted
my ass. I clung to his leg as he spanked me, light enough that my pussy juice, hard enough to make a slapping sound that resounded against the cheers of the crowd on TV. The slight sting sent shockwaves to my already throbbing center. I was close to humping his leg when he stopped.

  “It’s okay, baby. I know just the thing to make you behave.”

  He reached down and lifted up a length of purple rope.

  “You ready?”

  Mouth dry, I nodded.

  “On your feet then. Jersey off.”

  “I was just starting to like wearing it,” I pretended to whine, and earned a grin.

  “You wear it for me, anytime you want.”

  “Okay, Daddy.”

  As I stripped, Dane kicked off his jeans, though he left on his boxers and tucked himself away. Positioning me in the space next to the armchair, he picked up the rope.

  “Breathe, Cassandra,” he reminded me.

  I pulled in a shaky breath.

  “You relax,” he said. “Just stand there, and follow my lead. If I move you somewhere, stay there until I move you again, but let me know if you get uncomfortable. I’ll do all the rest.”

  His touch came lightly at first, his fingers tracing the line of my shoulders. They softened under his touch. He folded my arms behind me, gently, and busied himself with tying the rope around my chest, looping it above and below my breasts. With each touch, my body relaxed a little more. Time flowed away, and I forgot to worry, to wonder, to think. The rope became an extension of him, slender fingers and arms wrapping me tight. I caught myself staring at Dane and the slight frown of concentration on his face as his big hands maneuvered me.

  It hit me as he finished securing my arms behind my back. He was creating a work of art. And I was a part of it. I was the work of art. Me.

  I didn’t realize how tight my chest had gotten until I tried to take a breath and it came out a strangled rattle.

  Dane paused.

  “You okay, baby?”

  I tried to take another breath, but there was a fist around my heart, squeezing tight. It wasn’t the rope crisscrossing my body in a beautiful pattern that framed my breasts and bound my arms. It was a feeling deep inside, a tightness that I’d had for years, and being wrapped in such loving bonds finally drew my attention to it.

  At the look on my face, he set down the rope.

  “Come here.” He wrapped arms around me, pressing me to his rock hard chest. I couldn’t hug him back but it was enough to be held with my cheek brushing the solid weight of his pec and the curve of his muscled arm in my line of sight. Dane created a fortress of his own strong body, and used it to shelter me.

  “I’m all right,” I said finally.

  He released me to take me in with a sober expression.

  “It’s just...this is deeper than I realized,” I couldn’t quite explain beyond that, but I didn’t have to.

  He nodded.

  “You think I’m beautiful, don’t you?” I would never ask such a needy question, but something about the moment, and all the quiet moments leading up to it, I knew I could. I knew he’d understand. There were no walls between us, as if we’d spent the night talking about our deepest, darkest feelings, and now could say anything.

  After a brief pause, he cradled my face in his huge hands and tipped it up.

  “The more you get to know me, the more you’ll understand the type of man I am.”

  “Okay.” I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. Even if his hands weren’t holding me, his brown eyes pinned me where I stood. He didn’t seem angry, just intent on making sure I heard every word he said.

  “I don’t bullshit,” his blunt words almost made me wince, “and instead of lying, I’d rather say nothing at all. That said, I’ll tell you as many times as you need to hear it, and I’ll try to tell you every day. Yes, Cassandra, you are beautiful, and if I told you every time I thought it, it’d be the only thing I’d say.”

  Typical Dane. Instead of words, he used bombs to blow my defenses away. Even my brain couldn’t brush off what he said, and the way he said it. I guess that was why he delivered the compliment in that intense way.

  He left it at that, and in comfortable silence finished tying me, securing my hands behind my back, one at a time. Every part of me felt alive, pulsing. Even the parts of me he hadn’t touched hummed with need. When he finished, he stepped back to look me over.

  “Well, this was fun,” I tried to joke. “Now what?”

  “Now,” he lifted the vibrator remote, a wicked glint in his eyes, “we play.” And the piece between my legs vibrated at full force.

  My knees buckled but he caught me, guiding me to the floor. I was already on the precipice, my pussy throbbing as if I hadn’t orgasmed for a week. Who knew rope could be such effective foreplay? Dane didn’t just fuck my pussy, he fucked my mind, and I loved it, didn’t know how I’d lived without it.

  Kneeling with my head tilted back, I saw the awesome outline of his erection against his jeans. My mouth opened automatically, even as the rest of me clenched tighten against the insistent buzz of the vibrator.

  “That’s it, baby.” He moved closer and undid his jeans, taking his cock out. The sensation against my clit lessened, and I moaned at the loss. I’d been so close.

  “Good girls get to cum.” His knees bent and my body strained upwards to take him in. My tongue flicked out and curled around the head, then I surged forward, my arms straining against the bonds.

  “Easy, Cassandra, easy.” His hand tugged my ponytail reprovingly. I squirmed, needy, my pussy dripping like never before. “Be still.”

  I went still.

  “I’m going to fuck your face now. I’ll go slow tonight, get you used to taking me this way.

  I whimpered. Yes, yes, I wanted this, I wanted him harder. I wanted him to overwhelm me and wash all my thoughts away, until nothing existed but him and the pleasure he gave me. His cock slid into my mouth and he fed it to me slowly, inch by delicious inch, until I gurgled and he backed out. He repeated the movement, each time a rocking a little faster, but his eyes never left my face and I felt completely safe kneeling before his powerful body.

  I was naked. He wasn’t. I was bound. He wasn’t. I was completely at his mercy; he could do anything to me and I couldn’t stop him. I wouldn’t stop him--I didn’t want to. I totally trusted this man. That realization should’ve made warning bells go off in my head, but even my brain couldn’t stand up to his careful seduction.

  “God, Cassandra.” He drew his cock out with a pop. “You’re so sexy.”

  Panting, drooling a little from my mouth and a lot from my pussy, I gazed up at him.

  “Don’t wanna come in your mouth.” He reached down. “Bedtime,” he said, and I was up, up, cradled in his arms as he strode towards the hall and the bedroom.

  “Wait,” I said. “What about the game?”

  “You care?”

  I wasn’t sure what to answer, since didn’t want to hurt his feelings.

  “24-14. My team wins.”

  I glanced at the screen. The blue team rushed at the white one and the camera zoomed in on the ball. The game didn’t look over. “How do you know?”

  “It’s a recording. Just wanted to try out a fantasy of mine. Football isn’t on now. Baseball season.”

  I blinked. “Really?”

  He shook his head and continued to the bedroom.

  Come to think of it, I did know that the Super bowl was in February. “Of course I knew that. I was just laying along.”

  His grin told me he knew I was bullshitting him.

  He set me on my feet in the bedroom, gently, as if I was something precious. I still had my arms bound, and tried not to wriggle impatiently as Dane checked me over.

  “You feeling okay?” Once I nodded, his touches turned playful. “You like your rope?”

  “Yes.”

  “You want more?”

  “Yes please, Daddy.”

  My excited begging brought a gust of a lau
gh.

  Folding me into a kneeling position on the bed, he tied my calves to my thighs. The bind wasn’t uncomfortable, but when he added a rope around each ankle to hold my legs open, I realized the vulnerability of the pose. My legs spread wide, my arms bound

  “Now I can do all sorts of things. I can leave you in here, knowing you’re waiting, legs open, thinking about what I’m going to do to you when I come back. These ropes are my hands, my touch, they keep your focus on me.” He traced the bindings as he spoke. “I can tie your breasts more tightly together, straddle you to fuck your tits.” My nipples got all pointy at the thought. “I can take you here,” he ran a finger over my lips, “or here,” his hand dropped to stroke my juicy pussy, “or I can flip you over--” he lifted me and set me on my belly, my cheek pressed to the bed, my feet in the air, “Or even here.” He grabbed a handful of my ass and squeezed. I let out a whimper.

  “So, babygirl, guess what I’m going to do.”

  “What?” Breathless and trembling, I could barely get the words out.

  “Whatever I want.” And he covered my mons with his mouth.

  By the end of the night, Dane had taken me more times than I could count. Every once in awhile he checked the ropes and made sure my circulation was still good. But he didn’t stop until he’d fucked me in every conceivable position--on my back spread for him, on my side, angled so he could stand beside the bed and drive his cock into me, tipped up on my knees with him balancing me, and my favorite--on my belly helpless as he plowed into from behind. He came an impressive amount times, while I lost count of my orgasm, but if I had to guess, the final count was close to a thousand.

  Dane undid the ropes and carried me to the shower. He didn’t take his hands off me as I rocked unsteadily under the spray, drunk with pleasure. The water revived me a bit and I threaded my arms around his neck, went up on tiptoe to tell him ‘thank you’ the fun way--with lips and lots of tongue. We necked liked teenagers until the water ran cold. Then he lifted me out, dried me off, and tucked me into bed. Once he climbed in, he pulled me closer and hitched my leg up over his so I was plastered against his side.