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)
Daddy Daniel’s ice-blue eyes raked over my trembling form, taking in every detail of my flushed skin and heaving chest. The small smile widened as he noted my reaction to the massive plug stretching my bottom.
I bit my lip, feeling my forehead crease hard as that face, somehow both caring and dominant, stirred a rush of helpless affection in my chest. My primary daddy… the daddy who would own me… he had put the horrid thing in my bottom to remind me that that part of me belonged to him. That all of me belonged to him.
“How does it feel, Amy?” he asked, his voice low and commanding.
I swallowed hard, struggling to find the words to describe the overwhelming sensations coursing through me. “It… it hurts, Daddy,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “And it feels… full. Like I’m being stretched in ways I never thought possible.”
Daddy Daniel nodded, seeming pleased with my response. “Good girl,” he murmured. “That fullness is a reminder of who you belong to. Even as other men use your body today, you’ll feel that plug and know that your ass is mine.”
A shiver ran down my spine at his possessive words. Part of me thrilled at the idea of belonging to him so completely, while another part quailed at the thought of being used by multiple men.
“Now,” Daddy Daniel continued, his tone becoming brisk and businesslike, “it’s time to prepare you for your gangbang. I’m going to claim you in every way, so that as you take other men’s cocks you can’t forget who you belong to.”
Daddy Daniel’s words sent a shiver through my body, a mixture of fear and shameful anticipation. He gestured toward Miss Frieda’s desk.
“Lie down on your back,” he commanded.
Trembling, I obeyed, carefully lowering myself onto the smooth wooden surface. The coolness against my heated skin made me gasp softly. The massive plug in my bottom shifted as I moved, sending jolts of sensation through my core.
Miss Frieda stepped forward. Without a word, she grasped my ankles, lifting and spreading my legs wide. The position left me completely exposed, my most intimate parts on display for both of them.
Daddy Daniel moved between my spread thighs, his eyes raking over my vulnerable form. I heard the sound of his zipper lowering and my breath caught in my throat. A moment later, I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against the entrance to my aching vagina.
“Remember this, Amy,” he growled, his voice low and intense. “Remember who you belong to.”
CHAPTER 22
Daniel
With one powerful thrust, I buried myself completely inside Amy’s delectable sheath. She cried out; on her face I could see both her need and her discomfort at the sudden fullness. Her back arched off the desk and her hips bucked upward as if to take me even deeper. In her eyes I saw that the feeling of my thick shaft stretching her little pussy, combined with the plug still firmly lodged in her bottom, was almost too much to bear—and yet my sweet bad girl still wanted more.
I set what I knew represented a punishing pace, my hips slamming against Amy’s with each thrust. The desk creaked beneath us, the sound somehow making me even harder, as if my cock wanted to challenge the firmness of the solid hardwood—as if my body wanted to demonstrate that even oak stood no chance against my burning need to dominate my bad girl.
I had gotten maybe an hour of sleep on my private jet as I raced down the coast to arrive at the time Miss Frieda had specified in her message.
Hi, Mr. O’Hara! Amy’s assessment team is ninety percent sure that you’re what she’s fixated on. In the interest of her rehabilitation, we’re willing to sell her contract to you for fifty percent of her estimated market value. We’d set the condition that, with appropriate logistical assistance from the Institute as necessary, you make a good-faith effort to meet Amy’s need for multiple partners.
You’d have to be here at the facility by eight a.m. I hate to pressure a platinum elite client like yourself, but I need your answer within the hour, or we’ll have to go in a different direction with Amy.
Miss Frieda had attached the contract, including the eye-popping price, which I nonetheless thought more than fair for what I would get in acquiring Amy as my concubine. I had texted my pilot, just to make sure she could get me to the Institute in time, and then I had replied.
Thanks, Frieda. Wiring funds now. See you in the morning.
I looked up from Amy’s sweet, wide brown eyes to meet Miss Frieda’s much calmer green ones as across her desk from me she held my bad girl’s knees so high and wide that Amy’s pussy opened under me like a blossoming flower. The facility warden—the role Miss Frieda had clearly decided to play—had a stern expression on her face, clearly meant for Amy; when the girl raised her eyes to Miss Frieda’s face, she would see authority. My claiming of her represented another part of Amy’s punishment for her misdeeds, even as it also rewarded her for her progress.