Rae's POV
My wrists were still tethered high, body thrumming from the clamps and the lingering heat of the whip, when Killian stepped back to the cupboard.
He returned with something that made my breath catch: a sleek, deep-purple silicone dildo, thick, curved just right, realistic veins catching the low light.
He dragged the cool tip down the center of my chest, between my clamped n*****s, over my trembling stomach, until it rested against my soaked folds.
"Daddy or this?" he asked, voice low and dangerous, pressing the toy lightly against my c**t. "Which one gets to soothe this pretty ache, kitten?"
My answer came out desperate, immediate. "You. Please, Daddy, I want you."
He smiled, slow, wicked, proud, and leaned in to brush his lips against mine. "You'll get all of me, baby. B
