Chapter 25

Chapter 25

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My feet pounded against the treadmill as my eyes fluttered shut, and I lost myself in the hard rock music blaring in my ears. I breathed heavily through my nose, my hair, though pulled back in a ponytail, brushed against the bare small of my back with my every movement, my sport's bra hugging my chest tightly.

Though the pace I was doing would have been called rigorous, I found it soothing. It allowed my mind to empty of all the unneeded junk that filled it on a daily basis, cluttering and taking up space, and just concentrate on the here and now

I picked up the end of the towel hanging around my neck, using it to wipe away the sweat beading on my forehead. My thighs burned as I pushed myself to take more, and my skin flushed pink from exertion, but I never allowed my steps to falter.

I could feel Edward's eyes on me, watching my every movement like a hawk eyeing its prey, his gaze pushing me to finish the three miles he had appointed me to complete this morning quicker than I thought my body was able to take.

I kept my arms tucked in tight against my sides, my muscles expanding and retracting as I took in a huge gulps of air, my throat dry and begging to be hydrated.

I allowed my focus to waver slightly, glancing over at him as he jogged on the treadmill next to mine, his eyes meeting mine in silent affirmation. He gave me a nod of encouragement, and I turned my attention back on jogging, my eyes trained on the digital numbers that told me how far I had gone so far.

I practically sagged in relief as I slapped a hand down on the stop button once I had reached my appointed miles, my body tired as I stumbled off the treadmill, grabbing the water bottle from his outstretched hand and guzzling it down, uncaring of the water dripping down my chin.

I yanked my earbuds out of my ears, screwing the lid back on the bottle before leaning forward to place my hands on my knees as I attempted to catch my breath.

"You did good," Edward praised me, and I awarded him with a grunt of acknowledgement. Usually, I would have been articulate, but between being woken up at the butt crack of dawn—7 o'clock—and having already done my kickboxing and bench presses, I was about ready to fall back into bed from exhaustion, and it was barely ten.

"Fuck!" I panted, straightening up with a grimace, my hands immediately going to my back as it strained, my joints popping.

"Once you've cooled down, you're done," he told me, most likely thinking I would be relieved, when in truth I was close to crying my eyes out if it meant that I could skip out on it.

"But Papi..." I whined, collapsing against his chest, not caring that I was sweaty and most likely disgusting. I fisted his t-shirt at his shoulders loosely, little whimpers escaping me as I leaned more of my weight on him. He wrapped an arm around my waist, holding up my weight as he used his free hand to nudge my chin up so that I was looking at him.

I pouted, giving him my big, innocent eyes as I batted my eyelashes at him. He arched an eyebrow, silently telling me that he knew exactly what I was doing, and he wasn't falling for it.

"How about this: You cool down, and then I will give you a massage?" he bargained, weakening my defenses.

"A full body massage?" I clarified.

He nodded. "A full body massage, and I might even join you in the shower beforehand..." he trailed off, leaving me to mull over his words.

"Done," I told him, reaching up to kiss him chastely on the lips.

My cool down was a lot less painful than I had imagined it would be, thoughts of what was to come after sharpening my mind and forcing my muscles to strain to reach that end goal.

I practically raced up the stairs when I was done, ignoring my protesting joints as I flew into the bathroom adjacent to our bedroom, where I could hear the shower running.

I was once again thankful of the seclusion and freedom we were allowed in his house outside of the city as I looked out of the glass wall and across the large expanse of his backyard.

My hands scrambled to strip me of my clothes as my gaze hungrily ran over his naked body under the spray of the shower, eager to join him. He held out his arms to me as I joined him, using them to pull me against him, the hot water immediately loosening my taut muscles.

My chest was pressed flushed to his back as he reached for my shampoo, squirting a healthy amount into his hand before massaging it into my hair.

I tipped my head back, happy to just relax as rivulets of water ran down my front. My eyes closed on their own accord as he rubbed his fingers against my scalp, forcing a quiet moan to escape me as my nipples hardened. He knew exactly what he was doing to me by washing my hair, and I shivered despite the heat surrounding me.

Once he was done, he pushed me under the spray, letting all the shampoo wash away down the drain. He picked up my 'passion fruit and mango' shower cream, squirting a large dollop into his palm before rubbing his hands together.

His touch was soft and almost reverent as his hands trailed over my body. He started at my tense shoulders before moving down my arms, even going so far as to clean my hands.

I loved when he doted upon like this, taking his time to show me rather than tell me how much I meant to him. He made me feel small and beautiful as he turned me in his hold, his eyes locking onto mine as he cupped the globes of my tits, fondling them lightly and allowing his thumbs to brush across my swollen nipples.

My hands grasped his shoulders, using him as a crutch as I let my head fall back, his ministrations arousing me.

He pushed me to sit at the edge of the tub with my legs spread once he had gone as far as my pelvis. He knelt between my open legs, his wet, dark hair falling into his eyes.

I pushed it out of his face for him as he reached for my razor.

"May I?" he asked, and my breath hitched as I realized that he was asking permission to shave me...intimately.

I swallowed, not an ounce of hesitation in me as I nodded, granting him permission. My hands wound themselves in his hair, my nails scratching lightly at his scalp as he touched the cool metal to my pussy, sending a shiver shooting down my spine.

He laid a hand on my inner thigh, stroking it softly to stop the tremors as he ran the blade over my mound. He pressed firmly against it as he repeated the action a few times before cleaning it under the consistent spray of the shower.

His eyebrows were pulled together in concentration as he carefully shaved my lips, the short hairs offering hardly any resistance as he removed them.

There was something undeniably sexy about allowing him to do that. It was as if he was worshiping my body in a new, tantalizing way, and I took the attention greedily, reveling in his touch.

I had been to the spa with him earlier in the week, that having been the first official time since the ball in October that we had been seen out together. While I'd had a full body wax, my hair grew quickly enough that there was enough for him to shave.

Neither of us had been surprised when we had found paparazzi hanging outside the spa when we left. They had hounded us with questions as Edward drew me to his body, wrapping his arm protectively around me as he pushed through the hoard.

My face had been obscured by my large Gucci sunglasses and my wool beret, heightening the mystery of just who I was. As of right now, I was Isabella, Edward's nobody girlfriend that the gossip magazines speculated was model or something. I was happy with the tittle, and while I knew that—now more than ever—we needed to come clean about my identity, we had both been distracted by the sudden appearance of my father, Charlie, and had put it off.

I sucked in a sharp breath as I felt his warm breath blow over my lips, my thighs once again shaking in anticipation.

Maybe I should have been embarrassed about how my swollen clit peeked out from my between my folds, begging for attention. He ran his tongue over my pussy—from bottom to top—I knew that any other reaction to him would have just been insulting, especially when his erection bobbed between us.

"Perfect," he murmured, pulling back from my sensitive flesh.

He reached up, turning the shower off before picking me up, somehow knowing that my legs wouldn't work at that moment, and moved to lay me along the bed on my stomach.

"How are you feeling about tonight?" he asked, his voice low and soothing as he straddled my lower back, his wet skin rubbing against mine.

I let out a long breath, allowing my eyelids to close as he pressed the arches of his palms firmly against my shoulder blades. Tonight was Alice's End of Fall party, and after quite a bit deliberation we had decided to play, but not how. We had decided to allow our bodies to lead the way as we exercised our inner exhibitionists.

"Good," I murmured, my body sinking into the mattress as I hugged a pillow to my face. "I'm excited and maybe a little nervous, but I feel good about it.”

My answer was honest and clear, diminishing any doubts he was harboring about my feelings concerning tonight.

I hummed in pleasure, arching as his slick hands moved over my damp skin, massaging out the kinks and knots in my back.

"You'll be fine," he reassured me. "I can't wait to lead you around as my Little Girl, knowing that they'll all know you're mine.”

I shivered and mewled from the combination of his words, and the fact that his hands had wandered down to my ass where they palmed and manipulated my flesh to his desire. I squirmed beneath his touch, rubbing my thighs together for friction only to squeal when his hand came down on ass with a smack.

He roughly pulled my thighs apart, reducing my chances of gaining any amount of friction that would soothe the ache between my legs. "Isabella," he said in a warning tone as I whined in protest. "No release until tonight. Am I clear?”

I nodded sulkily, pouting into my pillow as I let out a huff of annoyance.

"Attitude," he reminded me, and I forced myself to swallow back my ire and irritation. Having a bad attitude about this wouldn't change his stance in the situation and would cause unnecessary stress between us, something that I knew neither of us wanted. I was just going to have suck it up, and hold out until tonight.

"Good girl," he murmured as I relaxed back into his touch. The stiffness in my shoulders evaporated as I focused my mind on the fact that the wait would be worth it in the end, it always was.

I must have drifted off at some point because when I opened my eyes, I found myself tucked in bed, all warm, cozy and half-asleep. My bleary eyes darted around the room, searching for Edward, only to come up empty.

I was reluctant to leave the bed, but one glance at the clock had my eyes widening, and me—wrapped securely in the sheets—scrambling out of bed. It was just past three in the afternoon, and though I still had a few hours before we needed to leave, I hated that I had wasted the day sleeping.

I searched the house for him, somehow almost getting lost since my sleep addled mind seemed to think that all the hallways looked identical before I stumbled upon his study where, miraculously, he was.

"Why didn't you wake me?" I asked, pulling him out of whatever internal musing he seemed occupied with.

He glanced over at the clock and then at me before looking apologetic. "I'm sorry, mia Bellezza, I guess I lost track of the time.”

I let it go easily, wiggling onto his lap and snuggling into his arms. "It's okay," I yawned. 
"What were you thinking about anyway?”

"Hmmm...oh! I was thinking about the present I bought you for tonight," he told me, a rare twinkle in his eyes as the faint crow's feet by the corners of his eyes deepened.

I immediately perked up at the word "present," my eyes looking around his office eagerly for any trace of it. "You got me a present?" I asked, beaming up at him.

He chuckled at my exuberance. "I did, and I assume that you would like it now?”

I was practically bouncing on his lap at that point, the sheets having slipped from beneath my arms as I twisted my hands together to stop myself from clapping in joy as he reached down to open the bottom drawer of his desk.

I bit down on my bottom lip, the sheets bunched around my waist, as I reached out for the neatly wrapped box, the bow on the top just begging to be tugged loose.

He watched with thinly veiled amusement as I ripped open the paper, sending little bits flying everywhere, and opened the jewelry box to reveal a pair of black, leather, silver-studded cuffs.

My lips parted slightly as I trailed a finger over the cool leather, imagining the feel of them wrapped around my wrists.

"They disconnect," he murmured, picking them up carefully as if it was some precious artefact, and unhooking the link from the short silver chain between them that connected the cuffs together.

"Put them on me?" I asked, holding out my wrists.

He rested his chin on my shoulder as he grasped my wrists, turning them so that my palms were pointed upward before buckling the first cuff to my wrist and tightening it until it was secure. He repeated the same motions on the other wrist before reconnecting the link.

I tested the durability of them, pulling the chain between them taut a few times, sparks of pleasure zigzagging their way down my spine as the delicious feeling of being restrained filled me.

"I love them," I breathed, twisting in his lap, angling my face toward him. He met me halfway, cupping my face in his hands as he kissed me thoroughly, his tongue plundering my mouth without hesitation before pulling back.

"I think it's time for us to start getting ready, wouldn't you agree?" he murmured, stroking my cheek gently with one hand as he disconnected the link with the other.

I nodded, my tongue darting out to wet my swollen lips. "Of course," I replied. "I can't wait to show you your costume for tonight.”

Edward had given me free rein over what we would go as tonight, and he had allowed me to surprise him with it since he was known to be picky. Surprising him with it assured that he would wear whatever I chose for him, and I knew, whether he liked it or not, that he would look amazing in it.

Edward's version of a costume included dressing up as some sort of superhero. It had surprised me how well versed he was with comics-his excuse being that he had a lot of free time whilst in boarding school-I had just added it to the list of strange, yet endearing qualities that made him who he, undoubtedly, was.

He grimaced and sighed, disliking the thought of being reminded that there was a slim chance that I had put him in tights. "I'm practically dying with anticipation," he mumbled sarcastically as I hopped off his lap, gathering the sheets under my arms.

"Don't be so grumpy," I reprimanded him. "You're are going to love it.”

"I hope, for both our sakes, that you're right," he said, following me out of his study and down the hall.

I bit down on my bottom lip and crossed my fingers, internally agreeing with him. "I am," I said as confidently as I could muster, hoping, just like he was, that I was correct in my assumption.

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I kept my eyes lowered in submission, the perimeter of my gaze far enough for me to register every shift and movement my Papi made and synchronize my own body to them. Every rustle of fabric and scuff of his shoes against the carpeted floor was loud as I allowed myself to become a part of him, an extension of his person.

The chatter and laughter rang louder with each step, yet also seemed as though it was miles away, muted beneath the haze surrounding my brain. Only the man guiding me broke through the cloud of mist, each thought sharp and focused, and I latched onto that as he took me toward the party, the gentle tug of the leash a constant reminder of my place, always two steps behind him.

I choreographed each step to match his, my hips swaying provocatively as a sense of pride filled me.

There was no way to aptly describe how it felt to be like this, the calm excitement bubbling up in my chest as what felt like hundreds of eyes stripped me bare, leaving me naked and exposed under their gazes.

He'd collared and leashed me, the restriction of the leather around my throat bringing back memories of his hands a few nights before, forcing me to recognize who my Master, my Papi, was.

My skin flushed from the heat of their gazes causing my skin to flush and my breathing to pick up as arousal flooded through me. They looked on, staring at us unabashedly and I felt like gloating because of it, because I was unbound, free from the grasp of society and soaring on the high of it.

The corseted top of my dress crushed my ribs, minimizing my waist, but flaring out at the top so it was as though my tits were attempting to spill free, whilst making my hips look well-rounded and ready to be grabbed forcefully.

There was something about being among people who accepted you, and without talking to you, knew you in a way many didn't. There was no envy, jealousy or disgust because they understood. They knew what it was like to be in that place, where your body was your partner's, where you were nothing more than what your Dominant allowed you to be.

My Papi was the only thing that mattered in that moment, and I followed him willingly, gracefully.

He settled himself in the thick of the crowd, finding a comfortable stuffed armchair to sit in as his eyes observed the room around us. I did not hesitate as I lowered myself to my knees by his side, my head bowed, and my cuffed wrists restrained behind my back.

He rested his hand comfortably on the crown of my head, massaging my scalp as he lulled me into a state of complete bliss.

I was aware, as I rested my ass against my heels, of a pressure against my bladder, signaling that I needed to relieve it. Even though I had gone before we had left, my Papi had been plying me with water under the guise of making sure I was properly hydrated tonight. Now, I realized that he was using one of the newly reformed activities on my checklist to test me with.

I felt my cheeks color slightly as I straightened my back, my eyes trained on the hem of my dress. "Permission to speak, Papi?" I asked.

"Granted," he murmured easily.

"May your Little Girl use the bathroom?”

He was quiet for a long moment, the pads of his fingers skimming along the hollow of my throat in silent contemplation. "On a scale with one being not at all, and ten being you can't hold it for another second; how badly do you need to go?" he questioned.

I bit my lip as I mulled over the question quickly, trying to find the right number to verbalize my need. "Six, Papi," I finally responded.

He hummed, scratching his blunt nails through the hair at the base of the back of my neck, causing a shiver to run through me. "Alert me when you reach eight, and I might consider letting you go," he said.

A spike of panic jolted through my brain, but I beat it back quickly, remembering that not only did I trust him explicitly not to take this as far as to allow me to have any unfortunate accidents, but that, if need be, I had my safeword.

"Yes, Papi," I responded respectfully.

He rewarded my trust in him by letting his hand glide down my shoulder, past my collarbone and under the bodice of my corset, tweaking my swollen nipple lightly. "Stand for me, mia Bellezza," he ordered, the hard edge in his tone sending a wave of arousal through me that caused my already drenched pussy to gush.

I did as I was told, rising as gracefully as I could muster to my feet with my wrists restrained, but did not turn or move from position, waiting for further instruction.

His hands grasped my hips lightly, tugging me to stand between his parted thighs, my back to his front. I felt him draw my wrists closer together as he separated them, wrapping the silver chain around the wrist it was still connected to and clipping it to it.

"How is your anchor?" he asked.

I clenched my ass around the plug. "Fine, Papi," I told him.

"Raise your dress to your waist, Little One," he ordered firmly, and I felt my breathing stutter since we both knew that I wasn't wearing any underwear. "Now!" he added, sensing my slight hesitation.

I swallowed back the mixed feelings of embarrassment and arousal as I grasped the hem of my dress, bunching it up around my waist so that my wet, swollen pussy was bared to the whole room.

He parted the ample cheeks of my ass, and I had to suck in a sharp breath as he adjusted the plug, shifting the anchor slightly. Once he was pleased with its placement, he drifted his hands between my legs, stroking my lips, moving up them and pressing them down on my bladder.

"What's your number?" he asked, referring to my need of the use of a bathroom.

"Uhmm, seven," I answered honestly.

"Drop the dress," he demanded, and I didn't hesitate to follow the command, smoothing it down over my thighs. "Turn.”

He grasped my wrists once I was facing him, reconnecting the cuffs before pulling me to sit on his lap, tucked up against his chest. He lulled me easily into my safe place, the brushes against my neck and thigh stimulating my body without having me aching for release. His touch kindled something within me, the soft caresses designed to lull me into my safe place where only he could reach me.

"Isabella!" the familiar voice of Carmen called out, startling me slightly as my mind broke through the surface of the haze to take in the room around me with detail.

I peered over at her from where my head was resting on my Papi's shoulder, a smile curving up on my lips. "Carmen," I greeted. I didn't notice Eleazer's presence until he rested a hand on Carmen's shoulder, calming her bouncing.

They were both dressed up as sailors, and I had to say that they both looked pretty cute in their costumes. "Papi, this is Carmen and Eleazer," I introduced with a wave of my hand. He shifted me slightly in his lap as he leaned forward, taking Eleazer's outstretched hand and shaking it firmly in that way men do when asserting dominance.

"It's very nice to meet you," my Papi said politely.

"Likewise," Eleazer replied.

I was pleased to see that neither of them felt threatened by the other's presence, and they easily settled into talking about boats as Eleazer sat, with Carmen in his lap, in an armchair nearby.

I was, at first, surprised at how much Edward knew about boats until it slipped out that his parents had a yacht in the local Marina that he knew how to sail.

I didn't think that I could ever get used to how cavalierly Edward talked about money. I was sure that, to him, it meant a lot less than it did to most people. Having been brought up with a name as prestigious as Cullen had solidified his place in high class, where money was almost insignificant.

It wasn't to say that he wasn't aware of it, or that he was frivolous with it, he just simply wasn't bothered about the number of zero's on the end of his bank account.

I knew that, over the years, he had invested wisely. He had added to the zero's from his pay check and inheritance, and also gave freely to the charities he supported, but it was still a little much for me to get used to.

I had learnt years ago how to be frugal with my money, having lived on Ramen noodles all throughout college, and I constantly had to stop myself from double-checking the amex card he'd given me for my allowance to make sure that I hadn't gone over the limit. Once I'd become a call girl, the flow of money had increased, but I'd always kept a hawk-eye on my spending, not wanting my love of lingerie to prevent me from paying the bills.

I squirmed uncomfortably in his lap, having been–up until that point–distracted enough to forget about how badly I needed to use the bathroom.

I squeezed my Papi's thigh and leaned over to whisper in his ear. "Eight," I hissed desperately, holding my legs together tightly.

"Could you excuse us for a few minutes?" my Papi asked politely, moving me off his lap and standing up.

"Of course," Eleazer replied easily.

kept my eyes cast down as I was led by my leash, my cheeks stained pink, through the crowds until we emerged from the hall. He guided me down the hall to the bathroom, pulling me into it before locking the door behind him. He uncuffed my wrists before moving to lean back against the door, crossing his arms over his chest and quirking an eyebrow at me as I stood awkwardly and unsure.

That familiar sinister glint was in his eyes as his lips curled up into a smirk. "I thought you needed to go," he challenged, cocking his head.

I flushed as I realized that he expected me to pee in front of him. The pressure on my bladder was too much for me to hesitate as I lifted my dress up around my waist and sat down on the toilet.

I could feel his eyes on me as I went, watching every shift of my hips and every blink of my eyelids as I relieved my bladder.

I both hated and loved the enormity of control he had over me in that moment. There was something about giving him everything that held me suspended between the ground and the sky. He loved to push my limits and place me in situations that forced me to bend for him in a new way, contorting and shaping me till he was satisfied with the results. It was my reaction that made me dislike it, though, because no matter what he would do, or how humiliating it was, it always made me wet.

It was that fact right there served my emotions to scramble until I wasn't sure how I felt.

It was also a fact that he was very aware of, and he taunted me by stringing me like his personal puppet, making me sing and dance along to his tune, while gently molding me until my mind cleared, the confused haze dissipating.

I cleaned myself up once I was done, flushing the toilet and washing my hands before moving to stand in front of him, offering my wrists to him. "I'm done, Papi," I said demurely, swallowing back all traces of my inner conflict.

He nudged my chin, tipping my face back so that he could search my eyes, gauging my emotions before pressing his lips to my forehead. "Good girl," he praised, his words congratulating me on successfully breaking this new ground without any adverse reactions.

Though I was submissive by nature, wanting to please being something ingrained in my mind since birth, that didn't change the fact that sometimes I didn't want to submit. People were generally under the misguided notion that having a submissive personality meant that you spent your every waking moment trying to please and obey.

There were times when my Papi had ordered me to do something and I had wanted to tell him where he could shove it, or where I would purposefully act out in an effort to get what I wanted. I could be prideful and selfish, and I had days when I was just too lazy to be bothered.

I had attitude, my edges were rough, and there were times when I had to be forcefully put back in my place. I was like any other woman out there, and my personality or sexual preference didn't change that.

My Papi was the only man that could successfully control me, pushing me back and guiding me with a firm hand until I succumbed to him. He was smart and wise enough to never fall for the bait that I laid out for him, opting to show me how childish my behavior was.

That didn't mean that there weren't times when I would do anything to please him, even demean and humiliate myself. There was something so liberating about twisting and curling my mind until I would gladly kiss his feet if he asked.

I was human, and I had my flaws, but that didn't make me a bad person or any less deserving of love. It took me a while to realize that everyone made mistakes. Sure, some were worse than others, but that didn't mean that there wasn't someone out there that could look past those and forgive you, willing to give you the chance that you thought was long gone.

I felt warm under his praise, and I smiled up at him as he grasped my wrists in his hands, his thumbs brushing over the inside of them as he pulled me closer to him.

"How's your ass?" he asked, dipping his face down and pressing his soft lips to my pulse point as my heart rate picked up. His hands wandered under my dress, sliding up the backs my creamy thighs until he held the globes of my ass in his hands.

"I...uh...its fine," I squeaked out as he palmed and fondled my cheeks, the tips of his fingers dangerously close to my pussy.

He sucked the skin of my neck above my pulse softly, the wet heat sending shivers down my spine. "Papi," I mewled, squirming against him as I tried to get his fingers to slide just a little bit lower.

He pulled back with a smirk, tapping the tip of my nose like you would while scolding a puppy. "Not yet, little girl, I want you nice and needy by the time I grant you your release.”

I was sure that my pout looked pitiful, but I lowered my face in submission, not forgetting where my place was. My body was a live wire, his touch tingling and sparking as he grasped my wrists, moving them behind my back and re-cuffing them securely. I could feel the electricity pulsing between us, the tension so thick that it almost choked me as he led me back toward the party.

There was something so liberating to be able to talk honestly and without shame to people who understood. We watched, soaking up our surroundings like sponges as Alice gave a demonstration on the importance of safewords and color codes. Since both she and Jasper where experienced players in the BDSM community, it was interesting to see their Dom/sub dynamic. Alice seemed to grow as she towered over her kneeling sub, the ropes wrapped around his upper half and ankles holding him bound as she placed a gag in his mouth.

She explained about how, even when bound and unable to speak, a sub should always have a way of communicating with his or her Dom. You could feel the change in the atmosphere as it hovered over us, sneaking under our skin until it touched our bones. Just watching as she placed clamps on his nipples, causing his eyes to roll back into his head in bliss, had my breathing elevated and my thighs rubbing together.

Even as my eyes darted around the room, I couldn't find it me to be surprised at how openly people were touching around us. My Papi's lips latched onto my neck as he pulled me back flush into him, his grasp on my hips tight as Alice took out a whip, strolling back and forth behind her pet, teasing him with little brushes of her fingers until he was straining and panting against his restraints.

Each move she made was calculated and precise, no room for error apparent.

She untied him, yanking his hands above his head as she explained about reading body language and taking cues from your partner. She cuffed him, forcing him to his feet and turned him around until he was facing with his back to us. She locked his wrists into the bar above his head before positioning herself appropriately, bringing down the whip on his back.

I sucked in a breath as he cried out, pleasure mixed with pain as a welt started forming on his back.

People's reactions varied, but you could see how it effected them each, the lust creating a blanket it over us. I watched on as Carmen dropped to her knees, not hesitating to follow her Daddy's command to pleasure him with her mouth as he continued gazing at the scene before him. I could see his lips moving as he murmured encouragements and explained what was going on and, without even noticing, I found myself rubbing my ass against the obvious erection bulging from his pants.

"Papi," I whimpered as he groaned, the vibrations from his chest rumbling through my body.

"What is it, Little One?" he asked, his lips at my ear. He followed my gaze to where my eyes were glued, his grip tightening slightly as he caught sight of Carmen and Eleazer. "Such a dirty girl; is that what you want?”

I bit down on my bottom lip as I nodded, all the breath leaving me as he spun me around abruptly, his eyes blazing with lust. "On your knees," he growled.

I did as I was told, my bound hands making it difficult as I dropped down, the carpet cushioning my fall. I nuzzled the bulge straining against his pants, a needy mewl escaping me as my gut churned with an acute need to please him. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper before reaching inside, taking his cock in his hand as he guided it out carefully.

I looked up at him from under my eyelashes as he brushed the bulbous tip over my lips, the wetness of his pre-cum saturating them as I parted my lips in acceptance of his gift. He placed a hand on my head, drawing it closer so that I took his length into my mouth, his eyelids fluttering in pleasure before turning his attention back to the demonstration in front of him.

I could hear Jasper's cries as he begged for more and the whoosh of the whip as Alice gave him what he needed.

"Fuck!" he hissed as I increased the suction, hollowing my cheeks as I took him in deep, barely gagging as he hit the back of my throat. I sucked and licked at my Papi's cock enthusiastically, bobbing up and down to the rhythm his hand guided me.

I felt smug at how strained his voice sounded as I continued to work him over, my tongue running over the underside of his cock, feeling the ridges and veins there.

I could taste the salty tang of his pre-cum, but it didn't bother me. It had taken me a while to realize why, since my easy exception of it had not been something I'd had prior to him, but I figured that it wasn't so much that he tasted any better than before, but the fact that my perspective of the fact had shifted.

I now saw that having a cock–more specifically my Papi's cock–in my mouth was a gift.

He was giving me a part of himself freely and with trust, and I would have been foolish to dislike the act.

It wasn't to say that if it were anyone else, my reaction would have been the same because no one else had the same hold over me that my Papi did, but when I had his cock in my mouth, I could feel him surrender.

It didn't matter if I was the submissive in the relationship, or if he was in control of my every movement, he would always surrender to my body, and nothing tasted better than that.

I knew that if I scraped my teeth along the length of him, he would hiss and buck his hips; or if I focused on the tip, he would let out a strained groan, and it was that knowledge that told me that what his cum stood for was more important than what it tasted like. It stood for everything our relationship was built on: trust, acceptance, love...the list just kept going.

It was because I knew that I never hesitated to swallow everything he gave me.

His cock was my own personal toy as I pulled him toward the edge, reeling him in only to draw back when he was close, prolonging the blowjob until I was completely satisfied.

I released his cock before lowering my mouth to take one of his balls into it, cursing the fact that I didn't have the use of my hands to help me.

"That's it, Bellezza, suck my balls," he ground out breathlessly.

Being the good little girl I was, I did as I was told, rolling one around in my mouth and laving my tongue over it before returning my attention to his cock, focusing on the tip before he pulled me to take as much of him down my throat as possible.

I closed my eyes as I tried to suppress my gag reflex, my eyes watering as my throat convulsed until he allowed me to back up.

I hadn't realized just how much attention I had garnered until I registered murmurings around me. Heat flushed through my body, and I shifted my thighs so that they were rubbing against each other to try and quell the ache inside me.

There was something so dirty about doing this with an audience, especially with an audience who were completely oblivious of just who was receiving the blowjob.

I could feel the veins protruding from his cock pulsing against my tongue as I sucked and licked him enthusiastically.

"That's it, Little One, I'm close" he growled. "Suck me like a good little girl.”

He was thick and hard in my mouth, the hot, silken flesh easing its way in and out of my mouth as I worked to bring him to completion.

His veins throbbed with blood, and he hissed as I dragged my teeth over him carefully, causing him to shudder above me.

I could feel him tensing, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he got close. "I want you to swallow," he panted. "Every last drop of what I give you.”

I opened my eyes, humming around him in acknowledgement.

"Fuck!" he growled, pulling my head forward so that I engulfed his whole length, the majority of it down my throat as I choked, gagging and swallowing as he pulsed warm streams of cum into my mouth. My throat burned from the intrusion, but I ignored it, sucking and licking him as he loosened his grip on my hair.

I didn't stop sucking and licking him until he was completely soft in my mouth, making sure to have cleaned him off properly before drawing back.

I blushed as I pulled, feeling the eyes of other's on me, the quiet murmurings of nearby spectators only heightening my arousal. I almost couldn't believe that I had actually sucked him off in public, a crowd watching me and my technique as I brought him pleasure.

There was something so addicting about exhibitionism, almost as if it was its own kind of high. My body was strung tightly, and I could feel adrenaline coarsing through my veins as my mind tried to work out when would be the next time we could do that.

My Papi drew me up against him as the spectators dispersed, his hand caressing my thigh as I relaxed back into him.

"Was that as good for you as it was for me?" he asked lowly.

I nodded. "You have no idea, Papi. I'm so wet and excited right now," I admitted.

"So, you wouldn't be opposed to doing this again?" he clarified.

I giggled. "Not at all, Papi. I loved it.”

He chuckled. "I love you, my dirty little girl. No other woman can compare to you."

I felt myself melt at his words. "I love you too, Papi. You're the best Papi a little girl could as for.”

"Thank you, Bellezza. As long as I have you by my side, I'll strive to be the best Papi I can be.”

"And I'll be the best little girl you've ever had.”

"You already are, but why don't we both strive to better for each other?" he suggested.

"I like the sound of that. As long as we're together," I responded.

"Always, mia Bellezza, always."

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Papi = Daddy

Bellezza = Beauty