Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
CC experimented and froze. The webbed bindings held her firmly in place. She would not be able to leave the table before he released her. The center strap pulled tight against her, rubbing her pussy intimately, sending shivers of pleasure through her body.
“Daddy, it… It makes me feel naughty.”
“How, Pumpkin?” His fingers stroked over her mound, sending even more sensations through her. “Should we take off your leggings, too? Maybe that would be more comfortable.”
“No!” she exclaimed. CC knew she wouldn’t be able to resist the feel of the strap rubbing against her directly.
“Then we leave them on tonight and try it without your cute pants another day.” He watched her sitting still for a few seconds before turning back to the stove.
CC traced the strap running between her legs and tried to loosen it so it wouldn’t rub so much against her.
“Hands on the tabletop, Little girl,” he corrected sharply.
Immediately, CC slapped her palms against the wooden surface. That sudden motion made her moan slightly in reaction as she glided against the restraint.
“Good girl.”
He returned with a large bowl of spaghetti and a ruffled piece of fabric. After setting their meal on the table, Hunter draped the bib over her bare breasts. The pleated edge brushed her taut nipples, making her gasp in response. Carefully, he smoothed the fabric into place.
“That’s perfect.” He pinched one of her nipples playfully before picking up his fork.
“Daddy!” she protested.
“Daddy can’t resist your pretty body, Pumpkin,” he explained as he forked a small amount of pasta and held it in front of her lips.
When she leaned forward to take a bite, that infernal strap rubbed against her. CC jerked slightly and knocked the spaghetti from his fork onto her bib.
“Oh, no! I’m sorry,” she said quickly, lifting her hands to remove the noodles.
“Daddy’s job,” he answered. “Hands on the table.”
When she was back in position, Hunter lightly raked the tines over the fabric covering her. CC closed her eyes as she tried to control her reaction to the strokes over her swelling breasts. Finally, he finished, and she sagged slightly as the sensations ended.
“Let’s try that again,” Hunter suggested, discarding the recovered noodles onto a napkin and scooping up another bite.
This time, CC sat perfectly still and opened her mouth to allow him to feed her. The flavor of the spaghetti burst over her tastebuds. “Yum! That’s delicious.”
“I have a feeling you’ll like spaghetti night most of all.” Hunter took a bite and chewed with an expression of delight. “I know I love it.”
His gaze roamed over her body slowly. CC loved the sexual heat carved into his features. She scanned his body. Wow! His cock tented the front of the sweatpants he wore. Hunter did not try to disguise his response.
She ate automatically as he held each bite to her lips. Her desire grew as she shifted against that strap, and he caressed her breasts as he cleaned up messes that she made. CC looked down at the stained bib. It had seemed silly in the beginning. Now, she held her breath as those tines moved over the fabric, creating shivering trails across her flesh.
Panting as all the sensations flowed together, CC shook her head when her Daddy held another bite to her lips. “No more.”
She watched as Hunter dropped the fork into the bowl with a clatter and stood up. He wiped her face with a damp cloth, and then she gasped when he pulled a condom from his pocket and dropped it onto the wooden surface before pushing his pants down to his knees. Her gaze followed his movements as he opened the packet and rolled the protection over his thick cock.
“Let me help you, Pumpkin.”
His fingers trailed down that infernal strap and she realized she was rocking against it. When he unfastened it, she sighed in relief that it was gone and in disappointment that it was no longer stimulating her.
“I know, Little girl. Let me make it better.”
He helped her stand and tugged her leggings and panties over her hips before leaning her over the table. “Damn, you’re beautiful, CC.”
Hunter stroked a hand over her bottom and into the wetness between her thighs. “I think you liked your special seat, Pumpkin.”
“It’s evil,” CC mumbled with her face buried in her hands.
“Evil, huh? Then I guess I shouldn’t ease the ache inside you now?” he suggested as he moved closer to rub his erection through her slick, pink folds.
“Please?” She peeked over her shoulder at him. He couldn’t leave her like this.
“I’ll always take good care of you, Little girl,” he reassured her before rocking her forward as he surged fully inside her.
She arched her upper body off the hard surface, and he rewarded her by pinching her nipples before pressing her to the tabletop once again. Held against the hard surface by a firm hand between her shoulder blades, CC could only accept what he wanted to give her—and she loved it. Hunter was absolutely in charge, driving her into orgasm after orgasm until she lay boneless on the table. Only then did he allow himself to climax.