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Throbbing
By Carolyn Faulkner
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It was too late in the morning.
It was too early in the morning.
But it was just the right time for loving his woman-child wife, as far as Dan was concerned. She was curled up fast asleep beside him, wrists together at her neck the way she always slept – the way she had no choice but to sleep because of the soft bonds that kept her hands bound there so that she could sleep in her favorite prayerful position, hands folded beneath her soft, white face-cheeks – but with a long enough tether that, if needed, she could soothe herself by pressing her thumb into her mouth.
She disdained makeup – as well she should since she was really only a little girl – but didn’t much need it, anyway, especially relaxed in sleep when she looked positively angelic . . .
But he knew better.
Her binky had fallen out while she slept and he pressed it back into her mouth, waking her only slightly before she automatically took to it, sucking softly and making him think of the delight he took in watching those rosebud lips suckling elsewhere. His hardness rose even more insistently than it had when it awoke him, aching with a ferocity that never seemed to ebb much – especially not when she was around.
Dan watched her work the pacifier and saw her body contract just a little, knowing full well the reason why. His little Claire had a fairly big present in her bottom – although he doubted she would consider it much of a gift, despite their mutual pleasure in it. Compulsively, he reached for the bottom of the double zipper that locked at her neck, deftly unlocking the zipper but not her wrists, and pulled it down, peeling open the cozy sleeper he’d put her into last night after her most thorough punishment, all the way down to her ankles, then carefully removing her feet. He wanted her to be able to wrap her legs around him, or keep them widely spread, he hadn’t quite decided yet - but preferred to keep her hands gently restrained as they tended to have a mind of their own and sometimes wanted to interfere with those things her Daddy wanted to do for or to her . . . in her own best interests, of course.