Mia's Journey: An Erotic Thriller by John Rebell, Zee Ryan Page B

then they continued down her sides. It tickled, but it was also so gentle and sweet and felt like soft wings beating against her skin. His hands went back up and softly stroked her.
    He studied her neck and ears, and turned her head away from him, totally enraptured by the soft down on her neck, then slowly stroking her neck. He bent his head and she could feel his hot breath and passion as he lightly kissed her neck.
    “You are a Goddess,” he whispered, then bit her earlobe.
    The contrast between his softness, then the sudden pleasure/pain of his biting made her pussy jump, then run with liquid.
    He moved down to her nipples, sucking them first into his mouth, kissing them, while his hand played with the other one. Then he bit down on them too. Her pussy watered some more. She twisted away from him, and his other finger, grabbed onto her other nipple and pinched that one had as well.
    With one nipple in his teeth, and the other one being pinched between his fingers, her hips started bucking, pushing at an unseen cock that wasn’t there, but she was ready for. As quickly as he bit her, he let her go and slid back to her ear, whispering, kissing, biting her earlobe.
    “You belong to me. You are mine. I chose you, and you chose me. Who am I?”
    “You’re my Daddy,” Mia whispered. Mia had long since forgotten her pussy. She knew the bed under her was soaked.
    “And your Daddy loves you, more than he can say,” he whispered.
    He took out the gold nipple clamps he made for her, and secured the first one, then the other. He screwed the tips down tight enough, until he could see her pussy start to water.
    He went back to her arms and started kissing them, running his tongue up and down them all the way to her armpit, then he bit her under the arm. Using his teeth and taking huge sections of her armpit in his mouth. Mia squirmed and kicked under his teeth. Then he stopped, as quickly as he had begun.
    Daddy took a large red candle off the night stand, and brought it into her line of vision. It was large, and thick, like the kind you saw in church.
    “What are you going to do with that, Daddy?” Fear started to creep into her gut.
    “Wait and see,” he said as he lit it in front of her eyes.
    “I’m not sure I like this, Daddy.” She remembered she could slip free from the bonds if she wanted, and thought about it. That was the thing about Daddy, you never knew what he was going to do. That thought, the uncertainty, made her wet too.
    He paid no attention to her. He just watched the candle burn. Next he tipped the candle, and the hot wax ran down the inside of her arms. It was hot, and hurt, afterwards it went instantly cold. Again, the shock of pleasure/pain made another gush of cum come out of her pussy and soak the bed.
    “Who am I?”
    “You’re my Daddy,” Mia gasped, as much from the shock as the pleasure. She was squirming in her own pussy juices now. Daddy poured more hot wax right into her armpit.
    Daddy looked into her eyes, then poured more into her other armpit. Daddy put the candle down on the night table and ran his hands over her body. He brushed the dried wax off of her. Kissing her, shushing her softly. Running his hands again down her arms, lightly, softly, like a butterfly’s wings.
    Her armpits were slightly burning. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but there was a trace of heat. Mia came off the bed when Daddy picked up an ice cube, and ran it into the burns of both armpits.
    Mia wasn’t sure where she was. She had just been hit with bolt after bolt of pleasure/pain. First soft caresses, then biting, next hot, after that cold. She felt a sensation of leaving her body, watching Daddy from above, then slid back into herself. Daddy moved himself so he was right between her legs, pushing them apart with his knees.
    “Look at the mess you made between your legs, Mia. The entire bed is soaked. Did you pee yourself again? Bad girl.”
    Daddy picked up the candle and quickly, before she could move,