Her - S01 E13

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Her - S01 E13

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 13

Do y'all still love me? 🥺

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Xerxes Creed

"What kind of game?" She asked, fingers tracing my jaw gently. I took her hand in mine, kissing her palm. She smiled.

"It's pretty simple," I said. "Whenever you get close to cumming..." I trailed my fingers on her stomach. "You ask me to not let you cum."

"What-" her eyes widened.

"You heard me. I'm not fond of repeating myself, butterfly."

She let out a shaky breath, squirming just a little. "Okay, daddy."

"Such a good girl."

That made her light up. I took her dress off completely and threw it away. I tugged the cups of her bra down her breasts, tilting my head to give her nipples a gentle lick. Her hands gripped my wrist.

"Hands on your side," I said. "You can't touch me till I give you permission, yes?"

A barely there pout came on her lips and she nodded. "Yes, Daddy."

I took her nipple in my mouth, letting my teeth graze the soft skin. She winced, back arching. I pressed one hand on her stomach, pinning her efficiently. I did the same with her other nipple, teasing her just a little.

I reached for the drawer.

Her eyes widened at the clamps. She seemed to let out a breath when she noticed there were only two. I chuckled. "I know you loved it," I said. "I'll do it again soon."

"It hurt," she mumbled.

"And you came like a pretty little whore."

"W-well-"

I kissed her. "Shut up." I clamped her nipples. She mewled loudly in my mouth, twisting under me. I pulled away from her lips, looking at the tears which gathered at the corners of her eyes.

"I will tighten them just a little today."

She gulped but then nodded. "Yes, daddy."

I tightened one and she almost sobbed, her hand grabbing my wrist. I waited for her to settle in the pain while I rubbed her breast around her nipple. She sniffled, back arched in pain.

I reached down to feel her wetness. She had soaked through her panties. Her cunt trebled under my mouth. I cupped it, smirking as she jumped at the contact.

I tightened the other clamp.

"Daddy!" She squirmed, almost trying to get away. I felt more wetness weeping out of her. Her clit throbbed against the heel of my palm. "I..." She sniffled. "Please don't let me cum."

I raised my eyebrows. "Really baby?" I muttered. "My pretty little painslut, hm?" I removed my hand, not before slapping her soaking cunt. "Tell me, baby. Should I clamp your clit?" I tugged at one of her clamps. Pressing a hand on her stomach to prevent her from following my hand to ease the pain. She whined, twisting and squirming.

"It hurts," she whispered.

"That is not an answer."

She sniffled. "You're being mean. I was good."

I chuckled. "Good?"

She nodded, a little unsure now. "I...think so?"

I kissed her lips, slowly. "You're always good, baby. I need to make sure I bruise you properly before I leave." I kissed her neck, tugging at her skin with my teeth. She hissed at the pain. "So that every time you sit down, you think of your Daddy. Every time you look at yourself, you think of your Daddy. With every fucking breath you take, you think of daddy. Because I'll be doing the same thing, my love. I'll be thinking of my little whore with the most perfect cunt." I tore her panties off at the same time I bit into her neck, creating bruises that would darken with time.