Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“Oh, I’m sure they are,” Reggie chuckled, his eyes fixed on Jenna’s well-used ass. “Look at how red and swollen that little hole is. Bet it’s still quivering from Otto’s big cock, isn’t it, sweetheart?”
Jenna whimpered in response, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of pink. I watched as she unconsciously clenched her abused muscles, drawing a collective groan of appreciation from the assembled men.
“And this one,” Lawrence said, turning his attention to me. His evaluating gaze traveled my exposed body, making me shiver. “This one looks like she could use a good, hard fucking. What do you say, Daniel? Shall we take turns with her tight little pussy?”
My heart raced at his words, a confusing mixture of fear and arousal coursing through me. Part of me wanted to protest, to curl up and hide from their hungry stares. But another part, a part I was still struggling to understand, felt a thrill at the idea of being used by all these powerful men.
Daddy Daniel’s hand came to rest on the small of my back, his touch both possessive and oddly comforting. “As tempting as that sounds, Lawrence,” he said, his voice low and smooth, “I’m afraid we’ll have to save that particular pleasure for another time. Miss Frieda will be here to collect Amy and Jenna any minute now.”
I felt a strange pang in my chest at his words. Disappointment at being denied more pleasure warred with relief that I wouldn’t be subjected to further use tonight. But underlying it all was a warmth that spread through me as Daddy Daniel continued speaking.
“Besides,” he said, his hand moving to cup my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze, “this little slut has already given me so much pleasure tonight. She’s been such a good girl, taking my cock so beautifully and coming on command like the obedient fuck toy she is.”
He sighed, turning his eyes back to Lawrence.
“But she needs a lot of cock. Be sure to fuck her as soon as you get the chance.”
CHAPTER 16
Daniel
I had to leave the next morning to get to a meeting in Dubai. I debated asking Miss Frieda, when she came to fetch Amy and Jenna, to leave Amy with me for the night. As the lovely trainer swept in, the hem of her nightgown moving seductively over her upper thighs, though, I remembered the look I had seen in Amy’s eyes, right after I had recommended to my college classmate Lawrence Grell that he should fuck Amy as soon as he could.
The conflict I had noticed in the muscles around those beautiful chocolate orbs had made my heart jump; I had seen in that moment that my bad girl had started to develop feelings for me. I had also seen, though, without needing Miss Frieda’s precisely calibrated data gathering, that—despite everything I had already put her through that evening—Amy Pizzarelli’s adorable, thrillingly hairless pussy had just clenched.
Our bad girls have very particular needs. That sentence featured prominently in the leather-covered binder that lay on the desk in my sumptuous room.
If I requested Amy for the night, held her in my arms until she fell asleep, I knew it would make both of us feel good—for the moment. I didn’t have any doubt that Miss Frieda, Mr. Samuel, and the rest of the highly trained staff of the Bad Girls Facility, not to mention the other daddies, would ensure that Amy didn’t pine for me, either. She might carry a little torch for me somewhere in her heart, but her rehabilitation depended on her learning the urgency and the crucial importance of her need to submit to many men.
My heart was the one on the line. I watched Amy and Jenna take off their sweet, lacy teddies and put them in the laundry basket Miss Frieda showed them. I almost called out to the trainer, to instruct that Amy be brought to my room. I thought, if I did, Miss Frieda would probably impose the restriction that I not use Amy’s pussy or bottom; she would need a couple of days to recover, I felt sure, and the Institute was very good at keeping their bad girls healthy. My yearning to hold my naughty slut, though, had a much more tender inclination.
And if I really need to come, I thought, I’ll have her mouth.
That idea stiffened my cock instantly, despite how thoroughly satisfied the evening’s session had made me. The little fantasy arose irresistibly in my mind: waking Amy in the early morning, right before I had to leave for the Institute’s little airport… pushing her tousled, still half-asleep head downward… hearing the little whimper of mingled protest and desire she would let out as I made her take my hardness between her lips… holding her head and fucking her face gently until I left her with a final helping of my warm seed in her sweet tummy…