Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 66851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
The stimulation in the panties changed again, slightly, and I felt the fabric tightening somehow around my bottom, reminding me of my whipping. The buzzing on my clit got more intense. I came again, whimpering to see how very hard my bear daddy and my wolf daddy had gotten, watching me learn my lesson in this completely new way.
I lost count, then. I felt suspended on a cloud of pleasure that floated in between the chain that bound me to the wall and my daddies on the other side of the bed. I lay on my back, thrusting my hips shamelessly and helplessly upward with each pulse of the terrible vibration between my thighs. I closed my eyes as more orgasms took hold, each one now drawing a cry for mercy from my chest.
“Look at your daddies, honey,” growled Daddy Jacob. “Look at the cocks that you’re going to have in your pussy when we take those panties down.”
I opened my eyes, and I saw them, jutting so far out, beneath those impossibly hard abs. I wanted them—both of them. I thought of what it would feel like if my daddies decided to do the thing I could hardly imagine without a thrill of terror… if they chose to use me at the same time, filling me much, much too full.
That terrible thought, with the mingled need and fear it brought on, sent me over the cliff again, crying out, my eyes rising to look my daddies in their faces. The hungry daddy expressions I saw there, the sheer masculine force, made the climax go on and on, or maybe to happen over and over. I sobbed and twisted, moving my backside shamefully, suddenly wanting to feel the bruises from Daddy Phil’s leather belt, to remind me that I was my daddies’ fuck toy, the kind who got put in punishment panties and chained to her wall.
“That’s eleven,” Daddy Phil said, his mouth turning up into a smile, just for an instant. I had had my eyes on Daddy Jacob, and I saw him turn his attention over to my dresser, where I noticed a screen that my daddies must have brought in with them. I let out a little whimper when I realized that the image on the screen was me, lying there restrained and helplessly coming in my panties, the infrared camera image glowing orange down there. I felt my forehead crease hard when I realized that, like Ashley, I must have made an enormous wet spot, coming so much.
Even worse, in the upper right of the screen there was a number—10—and beneath it another slightly smaller one, along with the phrase ORGASM COUNT. Eleven, just as Daddy Phil had said.
“Okay,” Daddy Jacob said. “You can go ahead and stop the panties. I’m going to fuck her first.”
As Daddy Phil stepped over to the dresser and reached for the screen, I felt Daddy Jacob’s weight settle onto the bed. I turned from watching what my wolf daddy was doing to look up at my looming bear daddy. I swallowed hard. The way he had just asserted himself, like the alpha daddy, like the bear claiming his right to the forest over the wolf’s, made my tummy flip.
“Oh… Daddy,” I whispered. “Please… can you… can I…”
Daddy Jacob gazed down at me and shook his head. “You need Daddy’s cock in your little pussy now. You know it.”
I let out a sob, because I did. Daddy Jacob lay down behind me, his eyes glittering from the little bit of light that filtered in from the hall. I felt his hands at the waistband of my punishment panties, starting to tug them down over my hips. Did it mean my punishment was over?
Of course not. Your punishment is always, even when you’re coming. I heard the words, in my head, as if Daddy Jacob had said them.
He had the panties down around my knees. I felt his huge erection against my bottom, and it made me whimper with fear and need.
“Turn and face the wall, honey,” he murmured, enforcing the movement with his hands.
I had my lower lip between my teeth, and a tiny whine emerged from my nose with each breath. My daddy pulled my left knee up a little further. I could feel how it opened me, made my vagina more available, and then I felt the head of his manhood there, pressing urgently inward.
“She’s so fucking wet,” Daddy Jacob told Daddy Phil, and then he thrust his monstrous hardness deep into my aching sheath.
CHAPTER 24
Marianne
Daddy Jacob fucked me for a very long time before he let Daddy Phil have his turn. With his left hand on my thigh and his right on my neck, where it met my shoulder, he held me in the position that clearly felt best to his thrusting cock. He took his pleasure in near-silence, his breathing easy despite the merciless vigor with which he drove into my vagina in search of his release.