Free Silent Daughter 1: Taken by Linnea May, Stella Noir Page B

into the flesh of my ankles and wrists as I start squirming beneath him. For a few moments, I forget my worries and enjoy the excitement of finally being tied up properly, while the sexiest man I’ve ever met claims me. It is all I have ever wanted.
    He moves one of his hands along my neck, wandering further along my body while we continue kissing. He gropes my breast, causing me to arch my back and exclaim in another moan before he continues to stroke along my belly, teasing and tickling me.
    "Good girl," he praises when his hand reaches its destination between my legs. He places his palm on my lips. I am so excited that his hand feels cold against my burning sex.
    "That delicious little pussy," he whispers. "I'm sorry I was so rough with you earlier."
    "Are you? Really?" I tease him.
    He smiles.
    "No, not really," he says. "Are you sore?"
    I blush at the question. Of course, I am. It has been a while since I have had sex, and no one has ever taken me as roughly as he had. My entrance is swollen and sore, which annoys me because I am still hoping for more.
    "Yes," I whisper. "You are really big."
    The compliment makes him grin from ear to ear, as it would any man. It is the truth, though. His cock has stretched me like no other, adding to my soreness.
    "Cute girl," he says, planting a kiss on the side of my mouth. "I'll have to be gentle then, won't I?"
    He parts my folds and slides a finger in between, carefully circling my wet clit. I close my eyes in shame when I realize how wet I am. The sound of his teasing finger alone is such a telltale.
    He shakes his head, casting me a naughty smile.
    "And still, you want more," he whispers. "What a cute little slut I’ve got myself."
    I remain mute and purse my lips.
    "Why are you so wet?" he presses, letting his finger slid inside of me.
    I arch my back and moan with relish. My poor center is so swollen and sore that even his finger feels gigantic inside of me. It stings, despite my wetness.
    He starts massaging my clit with his thumb while keeping his finger deep inside of me.
    "Come on, baby girl," he whispers. "Speak to me."
    I groan with desperate lust.
    Speak to me. That fucking phrase has haunted me all my life. Of all the great things he does to me, why does he force me to do the one thing that has always been the hardest for me: speaking.
    "Tell me," he insists. "Why are you so wet?"
    "You," I simply say, hoping that he would let me get away with this true, albeit short, reply.
    "Me? What about me makes you so wet that you're dripping all over my hand?"
    Oh, come on!
    I furl my eyebrows as I stare up at him.
    "You... touching me," I elaborate in toddler speech.
    He laughs and kisses me again.
    "You are so fucking cute. I'll have to punish you for that," he says. "But let me release you from your agony first, all right?"
    He doesn't wait for a reply, but straightens up, with his hand still between my legs. He sits back on his knees, observing me as I squirm in front of him.
    "You have no idea how stunning you look right now," he whispers. "The perfect little beauty. My beauty."
    I sigh when he removes his hand and bends forward to pleasure me with his tongue. He licks along my inner labia before circling around my bud. I am so sensitive and aroused that the sensation of his tongue on my clit almost sends me over the edge instantly.
    "I'm gonna c—"
    He interrupts me by slapping my thigh.
    "Ask," he orders. "Ask for permission."
    "May I?" I plead. "May I come, please?"
    "Please, what?"
    "Please, Master," I add.
    He plants a kiss on my mound.
    "Good girl," he praises. "You are a fast learner. Come. Come on my tongue."
    He lowers himself and continues to draw circles around my clit before he wraps his lips around my entrance and sucks on it. The feeling is breathtaking.
    I arch my back and gasp, my eyes wide in disbelief. He does it again, sucking on my clit while his tongue continues to work its wonders. The first waves of my release are taking over painfully soon. It feels