Free Chloe's Donor by Sabine Ferruci

elbow. “Every time you think you need to move, I want you to pull real hard on these bindings.”
    Chloe knew she could unwind her arms anytime she wanted, but she felt bound and staked out for his pleasure. A shudder ran through her. He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Daddy will let you go when you’ve shown what a good girl you can be.” The couch beneath her had to be drenched.
    He sat at her side and traced his fingers over her breasts through her cotton blouse, while his other hand pulled her underwear more tightly against her and traced his finger over the wet silk at her core. Chloe pulled hard on the makeshift rope, squeezed her eyes shut, forcing her hips to stay still. His hands left her panties. “Watch me.”
    She opened her eyes and met his smoldering gaze. Part of her wanted to kick him when she saw a hint of a satisfied grin twitch at his lips. But another part wanted to do what he asked and bring him to his knees. She licked her lips and let her legs drift further apart, never letting her eyes leave his. “Like this, Daddy?” she asked in her best little girl voice.
    The muscle twitching in his suddenly stern face was answer enough. Very soon, his clever blade had divided the front of her blouse, but to her amazement, he merely carved out two tight openings in her bra for her nipples, which he carefully lifted through before tucking her shirt tightly behind her. “Beautiful.” He returned his keychain to his pocket and reached for her nipples, plucking and pressing, nudging and gently pulling.
    Chloe gasped and pulled again on her bindings, never letting her gaze drop from his. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, dropping his head to her nipples and rewarding her by cupping her mound as he mouthed her nipples with soft sucking kisses. He placed a thumb on her clit and pressed through the wet silk, allowing his other fingers to drift down over her swollen lips, now dissected by the tight cloth.
    Pulling so tightly she could hear the material rip, Chloe froze her lower body and gasped. “Dev. Please.”
    He lifted his head. “What does my little girl want?”
    She narrowed her eyes, trying to ignore the throbbing in her vagina. She was so close. “Your little girl wants to come. And it better be damn soon.”
    He laughed and stood up near her head. “Daddy wants to keep his little girl happy.” Leaving the button of his jeans fastened, he carefully unzipped his fly and lifted his engorged penis and balls free, glaringly male against the dark cloth of his jeans. He tucked the bottom of his t-shirt into the top of his jeans so that her view would not be obscured. “Is this what my little girl wants?”
    “Yes,” she snapped. She wanted it more than her next breath.
    His knife appeared again and he cut the bindings near the floor, leaving the ends trail off of her arms. He lifted her off the couch and had her stand at the end of the couch, leaning over the arm, making sure there was no pressure on her womb by putting couch cushions beneath her breasts and shoulders. The whole time, his hard cock bobbed around in front of her, tantalizing her with its nearness. She wanted to lathe and caress and suck him until his head would explode with the rest of him.
    He kneeled on the couch in front of her. “You see something you like, baby?”
    Oh, yes, and she’d show him just how much. Letting the ends of the black bindings drift over him, she slowly wrapped it under his sack and pulled him forward. Without warning, she engulfed him whole, taking as much as she could fit. The only time she stopped the suction was to murmur her approval against his shaft.
    “Christ!” he hissed, holding her face and prying her lips off of him. “You play dirty, lady.” She would have laughed if she wasn’t in such need.
    Dev quickly moved around behind her and tugged and pulled on her makeshift g-string. She heard his knife again as he cut holes in the crotch, but left the silk pulled tightly against her