Silent Daughter 2: Bound by Linnea May, Stella Noir

The drawers in her dresser provide everything I need to give her what I want.
    I choose a few items and return to her, going down on my knees in front of her center. She is squirming and moaning, but still incapable of speaking. Her body flinches when I grace along the inner side of her thigh with one of the toys I produced from the dresser. It is a little vibrating plug that will keep her on a plateau of lust until I decide that it is time for her to come.
    I switch it on and circle her swollen labia with it, causing her to groan with pleasure, her legs yanking against the restraints. I circle her most sensitive spot, teasing her endlessly until I finally grant her the pleasure of pressing the vibrating tip directly against her clit.
    She throws her head back and moans, squirming so violently that the chair almost falls over.
    Then I stop. I withdraw the toy and watch her shiver and breathe, coping with her excitement.
    The sight of her drives me insane. My cock is so hard that it almost hurts, fighting against the constriction of my pants like Liz fighting her confinement.
    Her foot twitches uncontrollably next to me, a clear sign of her mental state.
    "Good girl," I praise her, distracting her for a moment before I push the toy inside of her.
    She whimpers with lust as the toy continues to tease her from the inside.
    I get back up on my feet to have a better view of her.
    "Beautiful," I assess.
    Liz opens her eyes to look at me. They are a clear blue now, reflecting the sky outside. Her lower lip is shivering.
    "Open your mouth," I order. "And stick out your tongue."
    She obeys instantly. With the state she is in right now, I could probably ask anything of her. She is so close to climaxing, but the way the vibrating toy teases her is just not enough to bring her over the edge.
    She opens her mouth and lets her tongue hang out, just like I asked her to. My perfect little bitch in heat.
    I rub the hardness between my legs and her eyes follow my hands.
    "You are such a perfect slut," I whisper. "Aren't you?"
    She looks up at me, breathing heavily and with her tongue still stuck out. Her eyes are glistening and her cheeks are painted in pink, flushed with excitement. I don't think she has ever been this aroused in her life.
    Liz doesn't say a thing, but her eyes beg for release. She wants to come. She needs to come.
    But I won't let her. Not yet. 
    A hint of disappointment flees across her face when I remove my hand from my crotch and walk away again.
    I need to see something else.
    When I return from the dresser this time, I am holding a little leather flogger. It is shorter than my lower arm, and the tails are thin and dainty. It looks rather harmless, but how much pain can be inflicted with it depends entirely on the way it is used.
    Liz's eyes flicker when she sees the flogger in my hands. I observe her, expecting protest. But she doesn't say anything, nor does she shake her head.
     
     
     
    Instead, she just watches me as I come closer and gently sweep the tails along her thigh, starting from her knee and moving downward to her belly. I move it up, caressing her breasts, which causes her to flinch. Her nipples are hard and erect, rosy little pearls that ask for attention.
    The first blow is gentle. I don't imagine it hurt much, and Liz's reaction proves me right. She does flinch, although not in pain, but rather because of tension due to her anticipation.
    The second one is stronger, hitting her right on the left nipple. But still, she remains calm.
    I increase the power and speed of succession with the third and the fourth stroke. She starts moaning under every single blow, alternately arching and relaxing her back.
    Soon, the strokes come one after another, hitting harder than before. Her tits change color, adapting to the rosy cheeks of her butt. Liz starts moaning and yelping; tears are threatening to roll down her cheeks. She is panting and squirming in her restraints. The rope is cutting deep into her flesh, and I