His Second Wife by Favor V April

“How many times have you practiced that position, princess?” I went completely still. He was nothing like the Chris I knew. Perhaps telling him I was aware of his secret was a mistake. I am starting to think twice now. But then, ever since that day, I have always wanted him to do to me the things I read in that sinful book. Call me crazy, but I wanted it. I looked at him and honestly answered him.

“I lost count, Daddy.” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground. I’m afraid to look at him, but I can tell he’s giving me a sinister sneer.

“Safe word?” What is my safe word? I’ve been looking into these things, but I’ve never come up with a safe word. I even went so far as to double-check the BDSM side at the swingers’ club to ensure that I didn’t make any mistakes. So I said the first thing that came to mind.

“Stopper.” I wanted to laugh, but I knew if I did, he would punish me. I saw them using floggers, straps, and whips, but Chris had more.

“When you enter that dungeon, I want your hair braided or tied into a ponytail. You have five minutes to get your dirty little ass to the dungeon.” He said that and then walked away. I dashed to my usual guest room, cursing the fact that I had no clothes in this house. I took everything that belonged to me and my son and the day we left the house.

Shit!

I quickly stripped down naked. How the fuck am I supposed to return to that room naked while we have workers all over? I put on a towel and rushed into his room, or should I say our room. There was absolutely no sign of him anywhere. I entered the dungeon after punching the code in the walk-in closet. I knelt on the right side of the door, my hair in a ponytail, my gaze fixed on the floor. I think this is perfect. I heard a footstep, and the door creaked open, revealing my tormentor wearing black jeans with nothing on top. He took a step in front of me and pressed his barefoot between my knees.

“Wider,” he commanded, nudging them apart.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered with a shiver running down my spine. While I heard some implements being moved around, I kept my gaze fixed on the floor. It was more like he was deciding my fate. I kept my position as he moved about, staring at my now exposed pussy with a whip in his hand, tapping the handle of the whip in his big hands. Then he spoke, his voice sending shivers up and down my spine.

“In here, do not speak unless asked a question, and you will never ask for anything in here. You will not cum unless I give you permission, and if I do not allow you to cum, you are not permitted to finger yourself. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” He praised.

seized me by the hair and hauled me to my feet with his strong grip. I screamed, then bit my lips to stop myself because I wasn’t sure

at the top of your lungs. As he tightened his grip on my hair, he hissed. I exclaimed as he dragged me

canes?” I thought of the show

a strap, Daddy.” I

I didn’t use

I said strap.” I could make out the sound of him hissing through his teeth as he took a

did you just call me?” I clung on to the fuck bench for my dear life

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

doing so. There I saw a cross. He yanked me harder till my ear was close to his breath

“Yes, Daddy?”

Jesus Christ.” I whimpered, “That cross

“Twice?”

at me with a hostile expression and growled, “Five times.” I gulped and returned my attention to the floor, where it belonged. Once I was facing the floor, he continued, “Now, what did you

addressed you as Chris,

this dungeon?” I quickly responded so as not to

“No, Daddy.”

“No, it is not.”

dragged me to the cross, and then tied me up very securely. He stared at me with no expression whatsoever. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look up.