Owi In Wonderland - Part 4
Owi’s voice was soft but tinged with a mischievous edge. She whispered, “Daddy, I want something more kinky.” Her fingers traced idle patterns on my chest, her eyes locked onto mine with a hunger that made my pulse quicken. She was lying naked beside me, her body still glistening from the sweat of our last encounter. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath. “I want you to try BDSM on me. Fuck me like a maniac. I want to feel like I’m yours completely.” I raised an eyebrow, my heart pounding at her words. BDSM? This was new territory for us, and yet the way she said it, with such confidence and desire, made it impossible to resist. I cupped her cheek, my thumb brushing over her lower lip. “Are you sure, baby girl? You know I’ll never hurt you—not in a way you don’t want.” She nodded eagerly, her eyes wide and pleading. “Yes, Daddy. I want it. I want you. I trust you.” Her voice was breathless, and she shifted closer to me, her lips brushing against my ear as she added, “And, I want you to call my best friend, Varsha. Let’s wear masquerade masks. I want her to watch us.” My breath caught in my throat. Varsha. Owi’s best friend, a girl I’d seen only in passing but never spoken to. The idea of involving someone else, even if just as a spectator, was undeniably thrilling. I could feel the heat pooling in my groin as Owi’s words sank in, her boldness igniting something primal in me. I kissed her deeply, my hand tangling in her hair as I pulled her closer. “Okay, baby girl. Let’s do it. But remember, you can stop anything, anytime. Just say the word.” She smiled against my lips, her body trembling with excitement. “I won’t stop, Daddy. I want this. I want you.” We spent the next hour preparing. Owi dug through her closet and pulled out a sleek, black masquerade mask adorned with intricate silver designs. She handed me a matching one, her eyes sparkling with anticipation as she helped me secure it in place. The masks added an air of mystery, a barrier that somehow made the moment feel even more illicit. I grabbed my phone and opened the video call app, my fingers hesitating over Varsha’s name. Owi leaned against me, her breath warm against my neck. “Do it, Daddy,” she urged, her voice low and seductive. I pressed the call button, and after a few rings, Varsha’s face appeared on the screen. She was lounging in what looked like her bedroom, her long hair tied up in a messy bun. “Owi?” she asked, her brow furrowing in confusion. “What’s going on? Why are you both wearing masks?” Her voice trailed off as she noticed the masks, her eyes widening slightly. Owi stepped into view, her body clad in a sheer black lingerie set that left little to the imagination. She smiled, her voice dripping with mischief. “Hey, Varsha. We wanted you to join us for something special.” Varsha’s mouth dropped open, her cheeks flushing crimson. “What the— Owi, are you serious?” Owi nodded, her confidence unwavering. “Completely serious. Daddy and I are about to have some fun, and we want you to watch.” Before Varsha could respond, I pulled Owi into my arms, my lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. She moaned softly, her body melting against mine as I deepened the kiss, my hands roaming over her curves. I could feel Varsha’s shocked silence on the other end of the call, but I didn’t care. Owi’s body was all that mattered now. I broke the kiss and whispered into Owi’s ear, “Get on the bed, baby girl. On your knees.” She obeyed instantly, crawling onto the bed and positioning herself on her knees, her back to me. I grabbed the silk scarf we’d set aside earlier and tied her hands behind her back, the soft fabric contrasting with the firmness of my touch. Owi shivered as I tightened the knot, her breath hitching in anticipation. “Do you trust me, Owi?” I asked, my voice low and commanding. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice trembling with desire. I trailed my fingers down her spine, savouring the way her skin prickled beneath my touch.“Good girl,” I growled, my hand coming down firmly on her ass in a sharp spank. She gasped, her body jolting at the sudden sting, but her moan of pleasure immediately followed. “More, Daddy,” she begged, her voice trembling with need. I obliged, my hand striking her again and again, the sound of each spank echoing through the room. Her skin flushed a deep red, and her moans grew louder, more desperate. “Please, Daddy, more.” I leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear. “You’re mine, Owi. All mine. And tonight, I’m going to take you like never before.” She shivered at my words, her body trembling with anticipation. I stepped back and grabbed the leather collar we’d prepared earlier. It was simple yet elegant, a symbol of her submission to me. I fastened it around her neck, the buckle clicking into place with a finality that made her whimper. “This is mine,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the edge of the collar. “And so are you.” Owi nodded, her voice barely audible. “Yes, Daddy.” My cock throbbed with need as I climbed onto the bed behind her, my hands gripping her hips firmly. I didn’t waste any time, aligning myself with her entrance and pushing into her in one swift motion. She cried out, her body arching as she took me in fully, her walls clenching tightly around me. “Fuck, Daddy!” she moaned, her voice filled with raw pleasure. I began moving, my thrusts deep and relentless, each one driving her closer to the edge. Her moans filled the room, mingling with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. I reached around her, my fingers finding her clit and rubbing in firm, circular motions. She whimpered, her body trembling as her orgasm built. “Look at the phone, Owi,” I commanded, my voice harsh with need. “Look at Varsha.