Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“I know, but you must let Daddy take care of you.”
She gasped when he lodged one knee between her thighs, forcing them apart. Eyes squeezed shut, she continued to struggle. She was in no mood to have that rod in her bottom again.
He ignored her squirming, though, held her back down again, and parted her cheeks with the same hand. A second later, the cold tip of the rod probed her rectum.
“No, Daddy…” she argued.
“Relax your bottom, Little doll,” he commanded. Even though she was being defiant and disobedient, he never raised his voice. He seemed perfectly calm. He also slid the thermometer into her tightly clenched hole.
“Owie,” she cried out.
“I know that doesn’t hurt, Suzette. It’s not nearly as large as the plug I’m going to put in this bottom later today.”
What? Plug? What was he talking about? She wiggled back and forth to no avail. He held her down with enough force to keep her from escaping while his other hand pushed the rod deeper.
“It won’t feel as tight or uncomfortable if you relax your muscles, Suzette.”
When she kicked her feet up, he pushed his knee forward so that his thigh rubbed against her swollen, greedy pussy, and her legs were forced even wider.
“Daddy,” she cried out.
“Hold still for a few more minutes, Little doll.” The man was unflappable.
Suzette finally gave up the fight and let her body pool against the mattress. She tried to ignore the sensation, but it was impossible because he kept easing the rod in and out of her, reminding her constantly of its presence and his Dominance.
When he finally removed it, he didn’t lift his knee away. In fact, he ground it harder against her.
“Temperature is looking good, Little doll. In a few more hours, you’ll be ready to shift.”
She whimpered. Hours? Her skin was crawling. She would explode out of her body before then.
Daddy’s hands came to her hips, and he gave a slight tug so that her pussy was braced even firmer against his thigh. “Your pussy is so wet and slick and hot. You need to come again.”
She didn’t think she could. She was too tired. Sated. Heavy. But her body sure felt like he might be telling the truth. Still, she shook her head.
Daddy slid his hands up her torso, his fingers dragging over her breasts before he hooked them under her armpits and lifted her off the bed.
“Daddy!” Her arms were flailing in front of her as he brought her completely upright and flattened her back to his front. He wrapped one arm around her body at a diagonal so that his forearm nestled between her breasts and his hand held her shoulder. The other hand slid over her thigh and down between her legs.
She was straddling his thigh still. Her pussy was spread open and soaking his leg. She was so aroused that her vision was blurry. She grabbed his arms with both hands, trying to free herself, but he wouldn’t budge.
His lips came to her ear. “Let Daddy make you feel good, Little one. It will help, I promise.”
She was burning up, and she didn’t even know what she wanted. The restlessness consumed her. She felt like she should break free of him and sprint around the room. Her body was all sorts of confused. The many feelings didn’t make sense. Part of her was too lethargic to have lifted her head on her own. The other part of her thought she could scale the side of the house and climb onto the roof with her bare hands.
When he found her clit, she arched her chest and moaned loud enough to shake the rafters. She gripped his thigh with her knees, needing more contact. “Please…” she begged, uncertain what she was asking for.
He thrust two fingers into her pussy.
A low groan of defeat escaped her lips as she succumbed to him. She would never be able to overpower him. Not emotionally nor physically. In a battle of wills, he would always win.
She would always give in. This revelation washed over her like a giant lightbulb going off in her mind. She was his to command. His to obey.
“Daddy…” This time she murmured his word with reverence, letting her body fall under his spell.
“That’s my good girl,” he whispered against her ear. “Let it feel good. The orgasm will take the edge of your restlessness.” He released her shoulder and smoothed his rough fingers down to her breast, cupping it and massaging it until he pinched her nipple.
She fought against him, bucking and arching until she finally stiffened and cried out as her release consumed her. Her tight channel gripped his fingers, and the orgasm went on for long seconds before subsiding.
She shuddered violently.
He thought she would collapse to the bed and rest for a while longer, but instead, she reached her arms up over her head to grab his neck. “I need you,” she murmured.