Author: Traditional_Shock659

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Faster than Savannah could react, I reached over, grabbed both of her slim wrists in one of my hands, and pinned them firmly above her head.

“Can I trust you to keep these up here where they belong, or do we need to get you all tied up to behave yourself?” I whispered mockingly into her ear, already knowing the answer. She started nodding fervently to confirm my suspicious, muttering “tie, please, tie me Daddy” breathlessly. Savannah’s eyes widened as I brought the rope out from the drawer in our bedside table, and I began unraveling it off the spool, around one of Savannah’s wrists, and finally, tying it nice and securely to each of the bed posts. Adjusting the knots below her hands, I made sure there was just enough pressure for her to remember, there would be nowhere for her to run until I was finished with her.

I returned my hand to her thigh and brought my gaze back down to her level. “Still feeling desperate, babygirl?” She tried to relax her expression, which was hard, considering her predication. Such a terrible liar. Read more »

I awoke soundlessly in the middle of the night. Instinctively, I reached out to my left and felt the outline of Savannah under the covers beside me. I listened close; steady, even breaths. She was fast asleep. Still, I wasn’t ready to turn over and go back to sleep quite yet.

I stroked the side of her face, pale in the moonlight streaming through the window, and twirled her silky hair around my finger. Not even a twitch escaped her. It was unusual for her to be sleeping this heavily. Growing more brave, my hand began to trail downwards, until it was cupping her one of her perky, B-cup breasts. I began lightly squeezing, before applying more and more pressure. Still, this wasn’t enough to elicit any response from the angel sleeping beside me. I reached under the soft cotton shirt she was wearing and began twirling my pointer finger around her bare breast, in smaller and smaller circles every time. Just as I reached her pink nipple at the center, a soft, almost inaudible moan escaped her lips. Caught.

I leaned in close to her ear, my breath hot upon her neck. “I do believe we have a liar on our hands,” I whispered. “Wouldn’t you agree, princess?” Read more »