Daddy's Little Whore
Daddy’s Little Whore – Part 27

KEIRA’s POV

I forced my heavy eyelids open the moment I felt light weight. I blinked and saw that I was being carried by Clint, but where were we going? He seemed to notice my movements and looked down at me. I flinched from his hard gaze and tore my eyes away from him.

“Seems like you are up now?”

I gave him a confused look and he smirked.

“You passed out after our little therapy session,” Clint said with a grin.

My face flushed a bright red the moment I recalled everything we had done a few minutes ago. I could still feel it, the way his d**k fit perfectly inside my cunt, the pleasure he had given me. My whole body burned with it and I yearned for more. I could feel my p***y twitch at the thought of having Clint’s hard member inside me again. The thought was enough to make me swallow.

Clint climbed up a set of lavishly decorated stairs and it occurred to me that I had no idea where on earth he was taking me to.

“Where are you taking me to?” I inquired, a bit desperately.

“To finish what we started. You want that also, don’t you?” he smirked.

I looked down at myself and released that the only piece of clothing I had on was my French cut bra. I suddenly felt exposed, but the feeling was not unpleasant at all, it was in fact thrilling, f*****g phenomenal.

Clint got to a hallway and approached a glossy, brown door. Balancing me firmly in his arms, he clicked the door open and my mouth dropped at the large room in my view. It was exquisitely decorated with the finest and tastiest of furniture one could imagine and the chandelier hanging at the top of the ceiling gave the bedroom a very magnificent look.

I came to understand that this was Clint’s red room. I have heard a lot about red rooms and I could only imagine what Clint had in store for me in here. A thrill ran down my spine at the thought.

He walked over to the bed and tossed me on to it. The bed bounced and I regained my posture as I brought myself into a sitting position. Clint stood by the bed, his dark, hollow eyes watching me intently.

His gaze ignited goose bumps on my skin. He folded his arms and I could not help but notice the way his biceps bulged through the fabric of his shirt, daring to rip the material apart. A part of me wanted to see what was underneath his shirt. I could not help but imagine how ripped his muscles would look with the shirt off. I wanted the damn thing off.

I swallowed at the thought and bit my inner lips.

“What are we doing in your red room?” I asked.

“Well, we are here for the second phase of your therapy session,” He said with a chuckle.

I became more curious by his answer. What did he mean by the second phase? Clint’s gaze lingered on my body for a second longer before he began to walk away from the bed. I watched him, confused as he approached a large closet.

He squatted down and pulled open a drawer. I scooted to the edge of the bed and watched him closely as he fiddled with the contents of the drawer, until he stopped and pulled out a medium sized cardboard box.

My curiosity was growing with each step he took toward the bed. I kept my eyes fixed on the box before giving him a confused stare. Clint only replied my confusion with a grin.

“When I said I was going to punish you, I meant thoroughly.” He boomed, his voice resonating with so much dominance, it shook me to the core.

I watched him, bewildered as he poured the contents of the box onto the bed. My mouth fell wide open and my eyes became as wide as saucers as I stared at the items.

Each of them were s*x toys, some more horrendous to look at than the other. Clint picked up a small egg shaped object from the toys and waved it in front of me. I was forced to look at him. His expression was hard and blank, his eyes were cold and unfeeling.

He meant business.

“We are going to use all these toys here,” He moved closer to me and I felt his lips graze my ear lobe. “One, by one,” He whispered.

His voice sent shivers down my spine. Clint withdrew from me, but his eyes never left me. I was flustered and in a state of awe, as my head tried to wrap around the words he had said. I moved my eyes to the toys once again and I swallowed hard.

Clint threw down the small egg shaped object and picked up a black choker, that had a long silver chain connected to it. He dangled it in front of me with a small grin on his face.

“Come,” he commanded.

His voice was so bold, it seemed to draw me in. I went on all fours, and found myself obeying his command like a good dog. He tilted my chin and smirked, a tug on his lips that drove me wild.

“Good girl,” He chuckled.

His deep, baritone voice resonated through the room and sent shivers down my spine. Clint clasped the choker around my neck and pulled on the chain lightly.

Catching me unaware, Clint pulled on the choke harder and I stumbled, falling back to the bed. I coughed and looked up at him. His eyes held no remorse or feelings. They were dead and cold.

“It is time for you punishment, kitty,” Clint smirked.

He squatted down until we were eye level.

“Why don’t we decide on a safe word, kitty?”

I raised an eyebrow at him. What did he mean?

“Safe word?”

“Yes, a word you say when you can’t handle it anymore.

I swallowed as I began to imagine how intense this could get. I had never engaged in BDSM before, but I had read books and seen a bit of it in movies.

“So, what do you want to use as a safe word?”

“Cream.”

Clint nodded and stood straight. With his hands still on the chain, he pulled me all the way up to the bed, ignoring the choking sounds I was making. He let go of the chain and hovered over me.

“I am going to teach you a lesson and make you realise how much of a dirty girl you are,” He said as his hands moved along the toys.

He grabbed onto one of them and my eyes went wide as I stared at the toy he held.

“Do you trust me?” He asked.

I looked at him wide eyed, searching deep within me. i sure trusted Clint. But did I trust him enough to take me to the edges of pain and pleasure? Gazing deeply into his devilish eyes, I knew my answer.

“Yes. Yes, I trust you, Clint.”

His face broke into a full blown smile. “Good. Now, shall we begin?”

I gulped, nodding as my erect nipples tweaked in response.