Total pages in book: 216
Estimated words: 206530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1033(@200wpm)___ 826(@250wpm)___ 688(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 206530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1033(@200wpm)___ 826(@250wpm)___ 688(@300wpm)
“Hands on the desk,” Dad’s voice reminds me. There’s an odd quality to it now. He doesn’t sound angry anymore. More like…urgent?
Still shaking and making sure I’m angled just so, in a way that I hope means Dad can see just my back and not my small breasts in profile, I let go of Dominick’s hand and tentatively lean forward. I position myself with my hands on the edge of the desk just like Dominick did minutes before.
Smack.
The blow comes almost immediately after I’m in position.
But it’s not the sharp bite of a belt. Rather the warm sting of a palm.
Dad just spanked me. With his hand.
“Count or you get twice as many,” Dad warns.
Bewildered, I sputter, “One.”
His hand comes down again, this time on the other cheek.
“Two!” I squeak.
And so it continues. I can hardly begin to describe the sensation. It doesn’t hurt nearly as much as I was afraid of. In fact, it barely hurts at all—it’s more of a jolting surprise and sting each time he makes contact. He’s not putting his considerable strength into it, I can tell. Nothing like what he was doing when he was belting Dominick. Thank God.
Halfway through, my butt just starts to feel really warm and tingly. After seven, Dad pauses and rubs each cheek in turn, kneading and massaging.
Oh my God. What is he—?
It feels—
I blink and then squeeze my eyes shut hard against all the things I’m feeling that I can’t sort out.
Abruptly he stops and the spanking continues.
“Eight,” I breathe out.
Nine and ten are the most strenuous smacks of all, but then Dad’s warm hands are back on my flesh.
My breathing is rapid from exertion, but the exertion of what, I don’t know. Holding my muscles still when all I want to do is run away? The mental acrobatics I’ve been going through over the last five minutes?
“Feel how hot she is, Dominick.”
Suddenly, a cooler pair of hands join Dad’s warm ones. Both of them are touching my body…
It’s official. I never woke up. This is all a crazy dream. For sure.
Then it’s just the cooler pair of hands as Dad pulls away. The hair from the back of my neck is lifted up. “Do you want your big brother to make you feel better now?” Dad whispers against my neck, right behind my ear.
My eyes jolt open and I swing my head to look around at him.
The same second I do, Dominick’s hands move from my butt to drop underneath and around to my sex. Where he begins to rub at my most sensitive spot.
“She’s wet,” Dominick says, his voice a low grumble of what sounds like approval.
I try to jerk away from him even as he starts to circle me and one of his big, blunt fingers seeks entrance inside me.
“What are you doing?” I look down at Dom, appalled. Dad is right here. This is what we got in trouble for in the first place—
“It’s okay, sweet girl,” Dad says, circling my waist with his arms. “I meant it when I said not to be ashamed of your beautiful body. There’s no reason for the two of you to hide from me. We’re a family.”
I’m so absolutely startled by this declaration and by Dad’s closeness that when Dominick comes closer and again inserts his finger inside me from below, I don’t move away again. I just shudder in pleasure and the sure feeling that I’m doing something terribly elicit and wrong.
But Dad smiles at me, his green eyes bright and brilliant. “That’s right, sweet girl. Show Daddy how much you like it. Do you have any idea how much I want you to be happy? It’s all Dominick and I want. You’ve enriched our lives so much, we want to give back to you.”
The trembles going through my body get even more violent—both at Dad’s words and at the things Dominick is doing to my body. Does Dad have any idea what his words mean to me? I’ve never— For my whole life I wished someone, anyone would—
“Oh my God!” I whisper and look down. Dominick’s replaced his rubbing fingers with his— Oh— God—
His mouth. And it—
Aaaaaaaaaaaah God, I can’t even—
My legs buckle at the pleasure but Dad catches me and holds me in his arms. Dominick continues his merciless attack, his tongue circling and lapping and plunging. The pleasure rises higher and higher. I can’t— And Dad is right here and—
My mouth opens as pleasure starts to spike through my center.
And that’s when Dad leans down and takes my mouth with such hunger, my climax sparks.
Dad kisses me and I kiss him back and Dominick devours my sex.
It’s so wrong and so right.
I hit the highest high, clutching both of them to me as tight as I possibly can.
Five
As soon as I come back to earth, I find I’m still in Dad’s arms, kissing and being kissed by the most handsome, masculine man I’ve ever met on earth. And Dominick, my first lover of any sort, still has his head between my legs, licking up my cream as aftershocks jolt in little bursts all through me.