**Title: Bound and Begging**

I’d known Lana for months—this gorgeous, defiant little blonde with an attitude bigger than her tiny frame. Eighteen and wild, she teased me mercilessly, pushing buttons, testing limits. But tonight? Tonight, she’d finally agreed to let me take control.

The cuffs were already clipped around her delicate wrists when I pushed her down onto the bed. Her arms stretched above her, secured to the headboard, her legs slightly spread, ankles still free. The dim red light of the bedroom glowed off her smooth skin, her tight little body squirming as I traced a finger down her stomach.

“You sure about this, brat?” I growled, pinching her hip just hard enough to make her gasp.

She arched into my touch, her nipples stiff under the lace of her bra. “Fuck you,” she panted, but the flush on her cheeks betrayed her.

I smirked, dragging my palm down her thigh before grabbing her ankle and yanking it up. Lana yelped as I lifted her leg, pressing her foot against my chest. Her toes curled—painted pink, soft, perfect. I ran my thumb along the arch, watching her shudder.

“You like that?” I murmured before pressing a kiss to the sole. She whimpered, her pussy already glistening between her thighs.

“N-no—” Her protest was weak, her hips lifting instinctively.

I chuckled, sucking two of her toes into my mouth, tongue swirling around them. She moaned, head falling back, her cunt clenching around nothing. “God, you taste good,” I muttered, dragging my teeth lightly over her heel before lowering her leg.

Her breathing was ragged, her chest rising fast. I didn’t waste time—my fingers hooked into her panties, yanking them down her legs. Her pussy was bare, pink, swollen. Her clit pulsed under my gaze, begging for attention.

I knelt between her thighs, spreading her wide. “Look at you,” I muttered, running a finger through her dripping folds. She gasped, bucking against my hand. “So fucking wet already.”

Lana whimpered, her thighs trembling. “Please—”

“Please what?” I teased, circling her clit slowly, watching her squirm.

“Fuck me,” she begged, arching off the bed. “Just—ah!—just fuck me already!”

I grinned, stripping my cock free. It was thick, hard, twitching against my stomach. I pressed the head against her entrance, rubbing just enough to make her whine. “Say it again.”

She sobbed, her pretty blue eyes locking onto mine. “Fuck me, Daddy. Please.”

That did it.

I slammed into her in one rough thrust, her tight cunt stretching around me, slick and hot. Lana screamed, her back arching off the bed, her thighs clamping around my hips as I buried myself to the hilt. “Fuuuck,” I groaned, gripping her hip hard. “That’s my girl.”

Then I started moving.

Hard, deep strokes, her pussy squeezing me like a fucking vice. Every thrust punched a broken moan from her lips, her tits bouncing, her toes curling against my sides. She was so tight, so wet—I couldn’t stop.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” I growled, thumb finding her clit again.

She cried out, her cunt fluttering around my cock. “Yes, yes, yes—!”

Her orgasm hit hard—her back arched, her pussy clamped down, her whole body shaking as she came. I didn’t slow down, fucking her through it, my balls slapping against her ass.

“Gonna fill you up,” I grunted, my cock swelling inside her. “Then you’re gonna kiss me and taste it.”

She moaned, her eyes fluttering. “Oh fuck—”

I came hard, pumping my cum deep into her pussy, my thrusts turning sloppy as I emptied myself inside her. She whimpered, her cunt milking every last drop from me.

Then I pulled out, ignoring her shaky protest, and grabbed her chin. “Open.”

Her lips parted, and I crushed mine against them, tongue forcing its way into her mouth. She moaned, tasting herself on me, tasting my cum. It was filthy, perfect.

When I finally pulled back, she was panting, lips swollen, cheeks flushed.

“Good girl,” I murmured, unbuckling her cuffs.

She collapsed against me, boneless and satisfied.

And I knew—this was just the beginning.