Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
“Let me go!” She wails and grunts like a petulant child.
I shake my head. “I told you there would be consequences. You made your choice.”
I take hold of the hem of her dress and flip it upward. She tries to push it back down, but I’m stronger than this little girl will ever be.
“What are you doing?”
“You wanted to know what would happen if you crossed the line, Larissa.”
“I thought—”
Her voice turns to a screech as I pull the dress up over her head, her body exposed. The stretched out and damp panties cover her beautiful little cunt, and I draw in a breath as I watch the dark patch between her legs shifting as she struggles back and forth.
I’ve never done this with any of my girls before. I’ve never brought them to the cabana, never stripped them or thought about what I’m about to do next. They’ve learned to obey, and they’ve been shipped off back to families that care less about them than they do about the alliances they’ll forge.
“When I give you a rule, Larissa, you will obey.”
“Okay!” She writhes under my weight. “Lesson learned. Can I go now?”
“No.”
I push her thighs aside and take in the sight of those little wet panties. I inhale deeply as Larissa twists and tries to get away.
And then I dive in.
I don’t even bother to remove her underwear. I pull them to the side and lick my lips as I take in the sight of her. “Protest all you like, Larissa, your pussy says this is going to be more of a pleasure than a punishment.”
She groans and mumbles, but the mewl as my lips connect with her flesh will live with me forever.
I glide my tongue up through her slit, and her body arches.
“Oh, God...” she mumbles, her cunt pressing against my face, my nose resting against her where her scent is a constant aid to the perverse lust that’s beating a drum inside me. “Please... Please...”
“Please, what?” I ask, pulling away for a moment, gliding my index finger into her tight little hole.
“Please, Daddy—”
I shove my finger deeper, and hear her breath catch as her hands go to her tits. “Good girl, but what are you asking for? Use your words.”
“Please, I want… I want more...your mouth! I want your mouth on me. Down there.”
I grin. This was supposed to be a punishment to show her what happens when she defies me.
But that can come later.
I press my mouth against her warm, wet sex, pushing my finger in and out as I lave my tongue over her lips, her slit, her clit. I circle that hot little button, enjoying the way her moans turn to squeals as the pressure builds.
“I’m... I’m sorry...” she pants. “I’m sorry for defying you, Daddy.”
I shake my head, even though I know she won’t see it, buried as she is under her linen dress. “It’s not enough. I want more from you now, Larissa.”
“What? I can’t—”
“Come for me. Come on Daddy’s face, and then he’ll forgive you.”
“I can’t...”
“You can.” I move against her harder, sucking her clit into my mouth, biting down on it so that she screams, her body writhing against the daybed. Sobs are coming from her throat as she twists and arches. “Come on Daddy’s face, little girl.”
“Daddy!” she screams, and with that, the warmth leaks out of her. Her body clamps down, and a squirt of cum sprays against my face.
I open my mouth and drink it down, still fingering my little girl through the moment.
“Good girl,” I whisper.
“I’m... I’m sorry,” she pants, and I nod.
“I know you are, but you need to learn, Larissa, that when I give you a rule, it’s not because I’m being cruel or capricious. Rules are there for your safety. I will never let something so precious to me come to harm... I…” I hesitate, licking my lips, but the words need to be said. Fuck. They’re refusing to stay buried down inside. “I love you, Larissa. Daddy loves you,” I tell her, and my world changes.
I love her. Jesus Christ, it’s true. And she’s staring at me over the top of her dress as she pulls it back down to cover her tits and belly, and I can’t stand it.
I turn away. She crossed the line in the sand, but I’ve crossed one far more dangerous.
“Get dressed,” I demand. “And don’t disobey me again.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she says, and I swear I hear victory in her voice.
Chapter 5
Larissa
The morning light is cutting across the floor of my new bedroom, and Daddy is looking at me, not with meanness, but with quiet disappointment. And I hate it.
Over the past two days, he’s given me rules that I have to abide by. Eat what he tells me, when he tells me, and eat it at the pace he dictates. And play with myself while I do, or he does.