him they couldn’t really pretend she was a big girl if he insisted making her suck the pacifier. Such complaints were beyond her though.
James nudged her down onto her back. He reached for her hand, took her wrist and slipped it through one of the nylon straps based at the side of the changing table. “Even if we pretend you’re a big girl, I want to make sure you don’t fall. Understand? This is for your own safety.”
She nodded, reluctant and powerless to stop him. He secured her hands but left her feet. Once he had her bound, James climbed onto the changing table. He lowered himself down onto her and surprised her with a kiss.
Their lips touched and Tara strained against her restraints, not because she wanted to get away, but because she longed to kiss him harder. She wanted to pull him close, and she kissed him as hard as he would allow. His mouth was hot and soft and firm, all in the best possible ways.
James reached down and pressed his palms against her sides. Then they moved and found her breasts. The second his flesh touched her nipples, she felt her body stiffen.
“Are you going to be a good baby?” he asked, pulling away. He took her pacifier from her mouth and held it above her. She saw the glint of her saliva on the nipple and groaned in frustration.
Tara craved nothing so much as the feel his mouth against hers, so she told him the truth as fast as she could manage, “Yes, Sir!”
“Say it all.”
“I’m going to be a good baby!”
He leaned down again, slowly and tenderly. She pulled harder against the restraints, but they kept her down and limited her range of motion. But when her lips finally met his again, Tara’s body answered with a flush of pleasure. It ran from the tips of her hair all the way down to the ends of her toes.
“Good, because you’re going to earn an F in my class. And that’s fair, isn’t it?”
Tara inhaled and for an instant, the passion surging through her body gave way to the frustration humiliation of genuine powerlessness. And yet, her heart pumped a few more pulses, so she said, “Yes, Sir. It’s fair!”
“Good girl. You’re going to learn to be a good baby for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathed right as he pressed a little more of his weight against her. She had imagined this a hundred times in class.
“And you want this very badly, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir!”
James put the pacifier back in her mouth and chuckled a bit despite the desires swirling through his body. He had found the perfect little girl, and he intended to play with her for a long, long time. Right then though, she had been good and did deserve a treat.
He reached down for her slit, found her lips, and gently stroked until her lips separated. He pressed a little deeper and found her clit. Like he said before, Tara was already very wet and eager. The groans and moans of passion emanating from her throat and mouth proved it.
He continued to stroke and tease her sex until his finger was hot and wet and glistening with her juices. He watched her mouth open as her eyes shut. She bit down on the pacifier to keep it in place until he reached up with his free hand and tossed it aside. She had proven she could be a good girl, so he could let her pretend all the way.
James kissed her long and hard. At the same time, he kneaded her beasts, stroking, pulling, pressing, and teasing. Each jolt of his weight upon her made Tara groan and moaned. Sometimes the sounds came from her mouth in those rare seconds when their mouths weren’t locked together. Most of the time they vibrated from her chest or throat, the primal sounds of a young woman who wanted and needed to be taken.
“Do you want this?”
“Yes, Sir!”
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect cock. He still had on all of his clothes, which simply made her feel smaller, more vulnerable. And when he looked down at her, Tara couldn’t help but like it. He had her bound by so much more than the changing
James nudged her down onto her back. He reached for her hand, took her wrist and slipped it through one of the nylon straps based at the side of the changing table. “Even if we pretend you’re a big girl, I want to make sure you don’t fall. Understand? This is for your own safety.”
She nodded, reluctant and powerless to stop him. He secured her hands but left her feet. Once he had her bound, James climbed onto the changing table. He lowered himself down onto her and surprised her with a kiss.
Their lips touched and Tara strained against her restraints, not because she wanted to get away, but because she longed to kiss him harder. She wanted to pull him close, and she kissed him as hard as he would allow. His mouth was hot and soft and firm, all in the best possible ways.
James reached down and pressed his palms against her sides. Then they moved and found her breasts. The second his flesh touched her nipples, she felt her body stiffen.
“Are you going to be a good baby?” he asked, pulling away. He took her pacifier from her mouth and held it above her. She saw the glint of her saliva on the nipple and groaned in frustration.
Tara craved nothing so much as the feel his mouth against hers, so she told him the truth as fast as she could manage, “Yes, Sir!”
“Say it all.”
“I’m going to be a good baby!”
He leaned down again, slowly and tenderly. She pulled harder against the restraints, but they kept her down and limited her range of motion. But when her lips finally met his again, Tara’s body answered with a flush of pleasure. It ran from the tips of her hair all the way down to the ends of her toes.
“Good, because you’re going to earn an F in my class. And that’s fair, isn’t it?”
Tara inhaled and for an instant, the passion surging through her body gave way to the frustration humiliation of genuine powerlessness. And yet, her heart pumped a few more pulses, so she said, “Yes, Sir. It’s fair!”
“Good girl. You’re going to learn to be a good baby for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathed right as he pressed a little more of his weight against her. She had imagined this a hundred times in class.
“And you want this very badly, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir!”
James put the pacifier back in her mouth and chuckled a bit despite the desires swirling through his body. He had found the perfect little girl, and he intended to play with her for a long, long time. Right then though, she had been good and did deserve a treat.
He reached down for her slit, found her lips, and gently stroked until her lips separated. He pressed a little deeper and found her clit. Like he said before, Tara was already very wet and eager. The groans and moans of passion emanating from her throat and mouth proved it.
He continued to stroke and tease her sex until his finger was hot and wet and glistening with her juices. He watched her mouth open as her eyes shut. She bit down on the pacifier to keep it in place until he reached up with his free hand and tossed it aside. She had proven she could be a good girl, so he could let her pretend all the way.
James kissed her long and hard. At the same time, he kneaded her beasts, stroking, pulling, pressing, and teasing. Each jolt of his weight upon her made Tara groan and moaned. Sometimes the sounds came from her mouth in those rare seconds when their mouths weren’t locked together. Most of the time they vibrated from her chest or throat, the primal sounds of a young woman who wanted and needed to be taken.
“Do you want this?”
“Yes, Sir!”
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect cock. He still had on all of his clothes, which simply made her feel smaller, more vulnerable. And when he looked down at her, Tara couldn’t help but like it. He had her bound by so much more than the changing
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