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)
She felt so incredibly vulnerable and exposed as he blatantly teased the inside of her rectum with the rod, easing it in and out, twisting it around. When he reached between her parted thighs to coat his fingers with his come leaking out of her, she moaned.
It was so naughty. Everything about this was naughty. It felt like he was trying to push his come up inside her. He also spread it around, painting her inner thighs with his essence.
She trembled, fighting the urge to squirm or beg. She felt so wanton.
Meanwhile, the heat built. It kept growing and growing. Her skin was crawling. Something inside her wanted out. She knew it was her wolf, but the feeling was so foreign to her it was hard to process.
When Daddy eased the thermometer out of her, she whimpered and pushed her bottom toward him, missing the contact and unable to stop herself from admitting it with her body.
“Daddy’s got you, Little doll.” He dragged his fingers from her pussy up along her crack and then her spine, spreading their combined essence all over her back. When he reached her shoulder blades, he flattened his palm there again and held her down.
With his other hand, he gathered more of his come and thrust two fingers into her bottom.
Suzette cried out at the unexpected Dominance. The pressure. The disturbingly dirty lust that consumed her and told her to accept his touch in her most private hole because it felt so good.
“That’s my good girl. Take Daddy’s fingers. Don’t fight it. No part of you is off limits to Daddy. Let the embarrassment fuel your lust.”
She moaned, her entire body trembling. Once again, he wasn’t touching her clit, but she thought she might come anyway.
As if he read her mind, he said, “You’ll come for me when I say so, Little doll. You’ll come with my fingers in your naughty little bottom because it feels so good to submit to Daddy.”
A shudder racked her body. Her clit throbbed. She wanted to beg him to touch the swollen, raw bundle of nerves, but she didn’t dare. She considered touching it herself, but she got the feeling he wouldn’t allow it. That was undoubtedly precisely why he’d stretched her arms up above her head.
“That’s a good girl,” he continued to praise. “Focus on my fingers inside you. Don’t clench. Let it feel good.”
It felt so very naughty. She couldn’t shake that sensation, but she also couldn’t deny him or the truth of his words.
Suddenly, he dropped his left wrist down along her back. The moment his mark touched her skin, she cried out. Her lust was all-consuming. He added a third finger, stretching her, making her feel so full, forcing her to accept his Dominance.
“Come on my fingers, Little doll. I want to feel your bottom clench me as you come.”
This time, she was powerless to stop the rush of release that slammed through her body. Not only did her bottom clench rhythmically with the pulses of her orgasm but so did her pussy and her clit. He wasn’t even touching them, and he’d made them ache for him. Respond for him. Perform for him.
When the tremors subsided, he finally eased his fingers out of her burning hole. He did not remove his hand from her back, though. Instead, he slid the thermometer back into her.
She was surprised because he’d just taken her temperature a few minutes ago.
“Now I want you to clench down, Little doll. Hold the rod inside you. Don’t let it slip out.” He released it and climbed off the bed.
She held her breath as she lifted her head to watch him walk into the bathroom. Was he serious?
It didn’t seem like Brock made orders he didn’t intend for her to obey, so she gripped the rod as tight as she could. Was it slipping?
A few minutes later, he returned. He was wearing shorts now. He kissed her temple and eased the pillows out from under her tummy before guiding her to lie on one side, knees bent. After lifting her top leg, he tucked one of the pillows between her knees and adjusted the rod, pushing it in deeper.
She moaned.
He dropped down on his side next to her, facing her, and cupped her face, stroking it with his thumb. “Such a good girl. Focus on the thermometer. It will keep your mind off the growing need to shift. You’re not quite ready yet but getting close.”
“Can’t you take it out, Daddy?” she whimpered.
“No, Little doll. I want you to hold it inside for me. I want you to learn to obey me when I tell you to do something. One day, there might come a time when I’ll need you to obey me without question or hesitation. Your life might depend on it. You’ll do as I say because I will have trained you to do so.”