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)
It’s inside me, and I’m alive with a wild mixture of pain, fear, and shameful arousal that draws my skin tight. The muscles in my back jerk and tighten like a weaver knotting a rug.
I gasp, letting out a deep breath of relief. It is a bizarre sensation, a paradox of something so hard, and yet so smooth that feels so shamefully arousing, deep in a shameful part of me.
Daddy’s hands twirl the object, sending a wave of decadent desire through my body. He shifts, and my body melts onto his lap. It feels so strange to have a foreign object inside me in such an intimate way.
“Tell the truth. I can do anything to you I like, isn’t that right?”
I hate that I nod so quickly, and his seductive chuckle makes the wetness grow between my legs.
“And you like having me put something in your ass that pleases me, don’t you?”
That voice inside again chastises me for what I feel.
Telling me good girls would never derive pleasure from such a perverse act. But I can’t deny the wicked tingling that rests solidly down in my core, pulsing between my legs.
Blood rushes down to my mons, constricting the muscles of my canal, which in turn wiggles the plug in my ass. The mixture of sensations has me pressing my legs together, a distinctive gnawing tension growing as I lie waiting for whatever will come next.
“I asked you a question, Larissa. Remember your manners.”
I gulp air and nod. “Yes, Daddy. I like it.”
“Good girl.”
I barely hear him. But I do hear the swoosh of the air and the shift of his body in the split second before he brings his palm back down on my ivory skin.
I yelp with each blow. “Daddy, please…”
The hand comes down in a waterfall of screaming hot lines of pain and fire. The sound of my voice echoes back to my ears as I feel the prickling needles of each harsh contact.
The plug adds a strange new sensation as his hand comes down to sting my flesh. It moves as my body clenches and jerks.
An intricate knot twists with threads of stinging pain and wanton, decadent pleasure. Never have I dreamed that holding something so foreign inside my ass would translate the motion and pain of my punishment into something so intimate.
A gush of my wet juices flows from my body. I steady myself as Daddy’s arm raises again.
My body feels like a firecracker, fuse lit. There is a wrenching anticipation of the impending explosion that lies just under the surface.
“Mmmmm…” I’m moaning now. No more yelps, no more wincing.
Something is growing, like a twisting vine that wraps itself around inside my body.
He is my captor, not my champion, I try to remind myself.
He has given punishments and discipline unlike anything I have ever imagined. Why do I want to scream that I love him and I never want to leave?
My belly presses into his legs, reticent to let him go. Every cell in my body begs for him to move lower down, to find his way lower with his finger, his mouth…
God, his cock.
I want it. I want to feel that. I want to see and hear and have his pleasure mixed with mine.
“Good girl,” he intones as I tremble.
He taps a finger lightly on the base of the plug, sending a wicked pulsing inside me, only adding to the frenzy swirling inside me.
I dare not move. I cock my hips slightly upward, hoping beyond hope that he will understand and touch me where the thumping demands won’t stop.
The room melts into the distance as goosebumps cover my back and run down my thighs.
“Don’t move,” he orders.
The plug begins to rotate as he gently pulls. I gasp in seductive pleasure and pain, but stay still.
I need him. I want his touch. No…not just his touch or his voice, his approval.
His praise. I live for those two words…
Good girl.
When he says them, I hear that ‘I love you’ he said at the beach that day.
I breathe through the plug’s extraction, the loss strange and sad in a way as he sets it aside, tugging me upward until I’m in a ball on his lap, his heavy arms enveloping me as I sink into the warm blanket of his safety.
“Good girl.”
I listen as he breathes, the delicate prickle of his shaved jaw on my forehead, the thumping and pulsing between my legs almost unbearable. I wiggle into his lap, hoping he will understand. The heat from the spanking begins to beat, along with the churning blood down below my belly button.
I feel hot and cold, and desperate, like I’m about to fly apart into a million pieces.
The sound of his heart singing through his chest and into my ear soothes me. I barely know this man, but I have never felt so safe, so comforted in my life.