Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Without warning, he keeps me in place with the hand on my back, holds my butt cheeks open with his fingers, and drags his tongue over my tight entrance.
A moment after that, he holds the root against my hole.
I’m going to die of mortification. I don’t want him to do this. I start sobbing uncontrollably.
“Relax your rectum, Zoey,” he orders. “It will hurt more if you clench around the root.” He twists the tip at my entrance. It already burns. I hate it.
Yozef doesn’t stop. He doesn’t care about my tears. He keeps turning the sagim like a corkscrew, forcing it into me a little at a time.
I lift my head off the mattress. “Ow, ow, ow,” I wail. “That hurts. Daddy, please stop.”
He pulls it out, licks me again, and then starts over. This time, he pushes it in farther. It seems like it’s a foot inside me when it’s probably more like two inches.
My bottom is throbbing. It burns badly.
“A little farther, naughty girl.” He continues twisting, driving it in deeper.
I scream and cry, but he ignores me.
When he finally stops, he leaves the root inside me. He grips the back of my thigh and holds me still, keeping my bottom in the air. “Deep breaths, Zoey. I know it hurts. It’s supposed to hurt. It’s a punishment.”
This punishment is worse than his spanking. Much worse. I hate it. I hate him. I never want to speak to him again.
He taps the inside of my thigh. “Spread your knees, Little pet.”
I’m sobbing as I do what he asks, furious with him.
“Wider,” he demands.
My cries grow louder as my humiliation increases. I want to float out of my body like I experienced before he started, but I can’t seem to separate myself from this madness because the pain and embarrassment is so overwhelming.
When he reaches between my legs and strokes his fingers over my folds, I yelp. I’m surprised by the fact that my body reacts to his touch, even though I’m angry. It’s infuriating, and I can’t hide my arousal.
“Your pussy is dripping, Little pet,” he points out unnecessarily.
I add a whine to my reaction.
Yozef drags one finger between my folds. “Focus on the pleasure, Little pet. I know the sagim hurts your naughty bottom, but that pain can make your pussy throb.”
I squeeze my eyes closed as he finds the swollen nub he calls my clit and circles it. I’m so confused. How can that feel good while my bottom is on fire?
“Feel the connection between pain and pleasure, Zoey.”
I shake my head, unwilling to admit he’s right.
He taps my clit, making me cry out. Tears are still running down my cheeks, but now I’m moaning, too. I’ve never been so conflicted. The burning is intense, and he’s confusing me by forcing me to feel pleasure at the same time.
I start rocking, trying to get more friction against his fingers. It’s maddening. He won’t let me have what I crave.
When his hand disappears from my pussy, I whimper. Then I yelp because he twists that stupid root again. He eases it partway out, and I think he might remove it, but instead, he pushes it deeper.
“Noooo…”
“Yes, Little pet.” His fingers return to my clit. He pinches it.
My eyes roll back, and my entire body stiffens. Something is going to happen. I hover in a strange state of need, but then he releases my swollen nub.
I’m panting. Sweat is running down my forehead, mixing with my tears.
Daddy lets me rock forward and backward. I must look like a wanton hussy. I read that somewhere. A woman who can’t control her urge to have sex. I’m so desperate for more contact that I’m close to begging.
Finally, he removes the sagim from my butthole. I don’t get any relief, though. The pain is the same.
“It will hurt for a while, Little pet. It’s a reminder that you don’t want to be naughty in the future. Your bottom is still red from your earlier spanking. I bet it stings, too.”
I sniffle, defeated. With my forehead dropped onto the mattress, I try to take deep breaths as the pain slowly ebbs.
“That’s a good girl,” he praises. “Reach back and hold your cheeks apart for me so I can put some ointment inside your bottom. It will ease the sting.”
My breath hitches. I don’t want him to touch me, nor do I want to hold my most private part open for him, but I want him to do something to stop the pain.
It takes me a minute to obey his order. I’m way past humiliation as I spread my cheeks, and I hold my breath as he rubs something soothing on my entrance. I grit my teeth as he pushes his finger inside me and twists it around.
The blood drains from my head. He’s touching the inside of my rectum. It’s the most mortifying thing that’s ever happened to me, and I suspect he’s capable of humiliating me even further in the coming days.