Chapter Two: Public ClaimingShe whines fearfully and struggles again, only to feel something soft wrap around her wrists, keeping them locked together.
"Better?" he rumbles.
It is. She likes being tied down, as crazy as that sounds. He keeps rubbing his c**k between her legs, the tip sliding up her lower back and bumping against her bound hands before retreating down towards her thighs, growing wetter by the second because of how wet and aroused she had gotten.
She can never get used to how huge it is. Even just rubbing her back, she is filled with the same sort of dread she feels everytime she knows he's going to f**k her with it, fill up inside her and get her all stuffed up with his c**k.
"Daddy," she whines, losing control of her vocal chords already as her heartbeat begins to spee
