Chapter 52: Squirting for Daddy

Ivy’s pov

My throat was as dry as a desert, but I forced a swallow down. My fingers trembled as they found the hem of my dress, the fabric feeling like lead in my hands.

This was actually happening, I screamed mentally as I peeled the dress over my head and let it fall to the floor in a soft heap.

He didn’t know it was me. He was finally going to touch me! My entire body thrummed, pulled taut with a need so sharp it was painful.

The cool air kissed my skin, raising goosebumps across my arms and thighs as my underwear followed, and I stood naked, utterly exposed, my lungs burning as I held my breath, waiting.

His eyes, those piercing sapphires behind the mask, roamed over me. He devoured me with his gaze, a slow, hungry perusal that made my clit pulse and my cunt clench with anticipation.

His attention snagged on the right side of my torso, just right above my hip, on the small, brown star-shaped birthmark nestled there. I held my breath again as his hand lifted, his fingers reaching out to trace it.

My skin tingled, my body leaning into the touch I craved so badly. But his hand stopped, hovering a mere inch from my skin. He clenched his fist, then let it drop to his side and instead picked up my clothes and hung them on the coat stand.

Then he cleared his throat, the sound harsh in the quiet alcove.

"I know we’re strangers, but for this to work, you will have to learn to trust me. You consent to being a submissive. My submissive. You are mine for the night, to touch, to own, to punish."

Oh my god, I should not be this excited about this, but I was!

"If it gets to be too much, you will need two safe words."

I frowned. "Two?"

"One word means ’slow down,’" he explained, his gaze unwavering.

"It means it’s not too much, but it’s getting there, and you need a breather. The other word means ’stop completely.’ I will stop everything, instantly. No questions asked."

"Like... like you did with that woman?" I whispered.

"Yes. Just like that." He continued, laying down the law.

"You will address me as Sir, or Daddy. You will obey my directives, and if they make you uncomfortable, you use your safe words to let me know. I do not tolerate unruly subs."

"Of course," I mumbled. Just how on earth am I supposed to remember all these rules?

"You will not cum unless I permit you. You will keep your eyes on me at all times, and you will never touch me without my permission. Do you consent to these terms?"

I nodded, maybe a little too eagerly. God, I wished he would just fuck me already.

He took my hand, his grip firm and warm, and pulled me towards a simple, wooden chair closer to a wall filled with so many.... Weapons? Was that a freaking taser?

"What are your safe words?"

I scrunched up my nose, tearing my eyes away from the wall to look at him. "Blue for... continue." And blue for your eyes. "Maybe Peanuts for stop?"

"Peanuts?" A hint of amusement showed in his voice. "Why?"

"I had a really bad allergic reaction once that landed me in the hospital. I never want to go near a peanut again."

He nodded, his eyes serious once more. "Good. Then ’Amber’ will be your slow-down word. Can you remember that?"

"Yes, Sir."

He guided me to sit, positioning me so that my chest was facing the back of the chair, my ass pushed out as I sat.

The rough wood was cool against my sensitive nipples. He reached up and grabbed the soft, silk ropes hanging from the ceiling, his fingers brushing against my skin as he secured a rope around my neck, tethering me to the chair back.

He tied my wrists behind me, the knots expert and secure, then bound my knees and ankles to the chair legs.

"Arch your back," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "Push that ass out for me."

I obeyed, the position stretching me, opening me up. Air whipped against my dripping cunt and my tits getting smooshed against the chair. I felt so vulnerable, so on display; it was intoxicating.

Then, he pushed a red ball gag into my mouth, the rubber filling my mouth, stretching my jaw, and he strapped it securely behind my head. "It’s time for your punishment."

I tried to say "Yes, Sir," but it came out as a muffled, garbled moan. He walked to a shelf on the wall that had a display of gleaming, terrifying tools, and selected a long, thin whip with multiple strands.

"I’m going to punish you for interrupting my session," he announced. "Because you did it out of ignorance, you’ll get six strikes. If you make a sound, we start over. From the beginning."

I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself. A sharp tap on my cheek made my eyes fly open. "You will always keep your eyes on me. Got it?"

God, he was so intense. It was terrifying and thrilling all at once. I mumbled "Yes, Sir" around the gag, a string of drool escaping from the corner of my mouth.

He moved to stand beside me. I saw his arm raise, and then the whip came down. A light stinging kiss bloomed across my ass cheeks, making my toes curl. I bit down hard on the gag, determined to stay silent.

The second strike landed, right below the first. A moan I couldn’t stop broke from my lips, my legs trembling violently against the ropes.

He sighed, a sound of disappointment. "We start again."

He began again. This time, I was determined. One, two, three... the sting was building into a fire burning on my skin. On the fourth, a sharp, wicked lash, I broke.

A high-pitched squeal tore from my throat as the pain exploded. My ass was on fire, hot and red. My pussy was throbbing, a mad, frantic pulse, and I could feel my juices soaking the wooden chair beneath me.

"Again," he called out coldly and started again for the third time.

I was shaking, my muscles screaming. I could barely keep my eyes open. There was a hot, rushing pressure building deep inside me, something I’d never felt before.

My eyes widened in horror and awe as I realized what was about to happen. I was going to squirt!

He brought the whip down for the sixth and final time. The impact was my undoing. I threw my head back, a guttural keen tearing from my throat as my cunt convulsed.

A gush of fluid erupted from me, spraying over the chair, my orgasm violent and shocking. I’d never squirted before in my life.

Gideon hummed, pleased. He dropped the whip and his palm came down gently over my burning ass, soothing the red-hot flesh.

"You took that well," he murmured, his voice soft now as he palmed my stinging skin. I was still catching my breath, my mind reeling from the fact that I had just cum, hard, from being whipped.

He came around to stand before me, huge and towering. He reached out and unbuckled the gag, pulling it from my mouth.

My jaw ached terribly, but I forgot all about it when he zipped down his trousers, freeing his cock. My eyes widened as he palmed his huge, thick cock, the head already leaking precum, and pushed it against my lips.

"Open your mouth."