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“You’re in so much trouble,” Daddy announced himself as he stepped into the room. I was lying on my tummy playing on my phone. “Do you even know how much trouble you’re in?” He asked with a raised brow. I shrugged a single shoulder.
“Not much.” I sassed. It was hard to keep a straight face when bratting off, but I managed. He towered over me as he got closer, his shadow coming over the screen of my phone, causing me to look up at him.
I crave being handcuffed and ass fucked! The feel of the cold steel touching my skin and the sound of the ratchets clicking into place as he tightens the cuffs around my wrists behind my back make my pussy soaking wet. He leans over my body and whispers into my ear, “I’m not going to use your sweet little pussy tonight.” Zoey loves BDSM!
He looked down at me as I kneeled before him. That sadistic grin plastered on his face with that matching gleam in his eyes. He stood over me, his hands on his hips, legs spread with masculine confidence. Then he began walking around me, each reverberating clomp of his boots on the floor sending a shiver through my body. I knelt there silently trembling to await my fate. We both knew I had fucked up, that I had broken a rule. This was the first time either. I definitely have a love-hate relationship with rules and consequences. Because this wasn’t the first time breaking this particular rule, he’d made it very clear that I had earned a hardcore punishment today.