Listen to How Pretty You Sound for Me
I press the stethoscope to your chest while the rope still holds your wrists above your head, babygirl. Cold metal circle right over your heart, and I watch your eyes flutter as I listen.
âThatâs it, princess. Let me hear how fast that little heart is beating for Daddy already.â
Youâre spread open on the bed, thighs tied wide, cunt dripping down onto the sheets. I drag the diaphragm lower, slow and deliberate, until it rests just above your clit. Every thump-thump echoes through the earpieces and straight into my smirk.
âGood girl,â I murmur, voice calm and dark. âSuch a perfect, obedient little heart. Racing so sweetly just because I have you tied and helpless.â
I give your inner thigh one solid crack with the belt, watching the mark bloom pink while your pulse jumps under the stethoscope. Then I slide two fingers into that soaked pussy and curl them slow, never letting you chase the rhythm. Every time your breathing quickens I pull back and praise you again.
âListen to that. My sweet babygirlâs heart is singing for me. Youâre doing so well holding still like this. Keep it up and Daddy might let you come while Iâm still counting every beat.â



















