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)
At least, that’s what I tell myself. Delusion or fact, I don’t seem to care right now. I nod softly, the fabric of his suit pants rubbing on my cheek. My face feels warm, the tips of my ears blazing with heat. My hair hangs over my shoulders, braided in two long onyx-colored lengths that frame my face, accented with bright green bows that hold the ends.“Good girl. That makes me happy. I have another surprise for you, something that will assist in your future training. Soon you will learn, pleasure and pain are deeply connected. My hands are a source of your discipline, your pain. And yet now, as I delight in the softness of your skin, I am also bringing you pleasure. Same hands, different outcomes.”His smooth, hypnotic tone, along with my inverted position, has my head feeling light, almost intoxicated. I am not sure exactly what he means, but I feel the muscles in my belly tense at the same time that warming feeling between my legs begins to thump with my quickening heartbeat.“Much will be the same with this.” I feel him shift, and then his arm extends out in front of my face, a strange pink glass item in his hand.
“What is it?”
It’s sculptural, with a tapered end that pulls in like a waist, only to spread out again to a flat base. It is obviously handmade, with swirls of pink and white running through the glass. Beautiful but confusing.
“This, baby—”
I draw in a quick, deep breath as he spreads the swell of my ass cheeks with his fingertips, and proceeds to caress the tight cinch of my ass. I close my eyes, embarrassed by how much I enjoy the feel of it, sure that only bad girls like being touched there.
“Daddy…”
“— this is going right in here, Larissa.”
I jump as I feel the slick, smooth glass nudge between my open ass cheeks at the tight dark bud.
It’s wrong. I tell myself I don’t like it. I tell myself I will never let this happen.
“No, please…” I wiggle, trying to wrench my bottom to the side. “Please stop.”
Smack. Another. Another.
I jerk and wince. First one side, then the other, then I lose track as the heat radiates across my skin.
“This plug is going inside you, baby girl. You will take it, even if I have to call the nurses to hold you down. Don’t fight me, and I’ll be gentle. Fight, and I’ll be forceful. The choice is yours.” He pauses, and I know what he’s waiting for. I nod obediently. “Good. Then you will receive your spanking while you hold the plug in your body. If you take your punishment well, we will spend this afternoon in the garden. I’ve got a new easel, palette and paint waiting for you.”
“Yes, Daddy, yes.” I can’t hide the excitement in my voice. Since I’ve been here, I’ve told him about the one thing I’ve loved to do since I had an art class in second grade.
He’s given me pastels, watercolors, acrylic paints, and promised me a set of oils, which, clearly, he’s ready to give me.
My bottom still burns with his handprint as he spreads me apart. The tip of his finger traces around the tight circle of my entrance, the slick gel swirling a deep, dark fear within me.
“Oh god…” My voice shakes as the pressure from the glass plug begins to press, slowly, firmly, as the grip of his fingers pulls my cheeks apart.
The slick gel almost pulls the object inside of me. It pierces my ring of muscle as Daddy applies steady pressure, as his steady, warm breathing comes from above. The spicy, familiar scent of his cologne soothes me as my body shakes. I fight off tears because it feels so good.
And it shouldn’t.
“Mmmmmm…” I bite down on my cheek. The metallic flavor of blood spreads over my tongue as I choke on a scream.
“Good girl. Deep breath. The more you tense, the more uncomfortable it will be. You are opening so very nicely, my sweet angel. Daddy is so pleased.”
I moan as he pushes harder. The taper goes from small to large, and my body feels like it is being spread much farther than the size of the plug. My fingers dig into his legs as I try to breathe deep, my eyes wide as I gulp air and try to swallow my growing fear.
“Please, I can’t take anymore… Please stop—”
“Your body can take far more than you think. The plug is going inside, I assure you, your ass will stretch. Keep breathing, baby. This is happening whether you like it or not.”
Just as I think my body will tear apart, Daddy pushes one last time, and the plug tears at me, then in that moment of intense fear, the smallest part of the plug slips inside, and my body grips tightly around the intrusion.