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)
CHAPTER 29
Jacob
I had to admit to myself that it would be a challenge to balance the demands of my apparently insatiable lust for Marianne with the need to make this gangbang an important step in her rehabilitation. My instincts would come to my aid, I knew, but the thought of giving her precisely what she had asked for—both with her irresponsible, foolish running out of the firehouse to try to deal with the fire and with her request for the four of us to treat her backside to some rigorous anal discipline—had fired my dominant blood to fever pitch.
I had to make sure my tender, caretaking side had a voice as well, as I decided how this all would go. I knew we wouldn’t do anything that would physically harm Marianne, as rough as I knew we meant to be with her. I also wanted her first session of true submission, though, to help her make real progress along her path to secure maturity and comfort in her own bad-girl skin.
I unbuckled the webbing straps from across her waist and her knees. My cock hardened even further as I watched her start to move her body freely, wriggling her bruised backside experimentally. Marianne whimpered softly into Ashley’s pussy with each little movement of her hips, pain clearly mixed in with her arousal. She would feel the effects of the lesson my belt had delivered for a day or two, I noted with satisfaction, and she would see them whenever she looked over her shoulder at the mirror—something I knew, with every fiber of my daddy-nature, she would do on a regular basis.
I unhooked her cuffs from the table, and though Marianne let out a little cry of protest as she felt me doing it, I refastened the cuffs to one another, behind her back.
“You’re not going to be able to get in our way now, honey,” I told her matter of factly.
Marianne stopped her frantic licking and kissing to turn her head away from Ashley’s privates, despite her friend’s grip on her head. My bad girl’s blue eyes met mine over her friend’s wrist. She seemed on the verge of saying something, but when she saw the expression on my face, she swallowed visibly, and merely looked a plea into my eyes.
“Ashley,” Paul told his own bad girl, “don’t let her do that. Make her keep her mouth on your cunt.”
Marianne let out a wailing cry, and Ashley emitted a little sob as if in sympathy, as she obeyed her daddy. My cock gave a leap at the sight of the expression on the red-headed girl’s face, the deep conflict it showed between her need for Marianne’s shameful oral service and her care for her terribly punished friend. Marianne’s head went up and down rhythmically as she tried to bring pleasure, so obviously longing to show her daddies she was learning her lesson that I wanted to hug her gently and fuck her senseless at the very same time.
“Ashley, honey,” I asked, “are you close to coming?”
She turned her adorable green eyes to me, her lower lip caught between her teeth and her forehead deeply creased. She nodded.
I put my hand on Marianne’s warm bottom and squeezed gently, so that she cried out, her head moving even more rapidly.
“Go ahead and use Marianne’s face until you come,” I told Ashley. “Then we’ll really start her gangbang.”
Marianne
Ashley’s hands gripped the back of my head even more tightly. She had strengthened her hold there a lot after I had tried to look at Daddy Jacob to ask him to uncuff me, and her daddy had made her turn my face back to her warm, wet pussy. After Daddy Jacob told her to use my face, though, those little hands held my head completely still, and my friend rubbed her fragrant privates forcefully over my nose and mouth, as if desperate to obey my daddy and to find release with my helpless aid.
Ashley’s hips changed their rhythm. They jerked, pushing her clit against my nose, and I heard her cry out as I struggled to breathe through my mouth and to flick my tongue over her salty inner lips the way I knew she liked. Her whole body shuddered, and her hips moved again, riding me hard, almost hurting me in her need to come.
Daddy Jacob kept kneading my bottom cheeks, very gently but still with more than enough pressure to remind me every second that he had whipped me within an inch of my life. Somehow he seemed to know exactly how to make me a good girl for my friend: I felt as if his hand on my ass represented his approval and his encouragement, telling me that as shameful as my service to Ashley’s bad-girl needs seemed, my daddies had decided I should give it, and so I could earn back their trust and their affection by making her pussy feel good.