Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
“Of course, I do, baby. Someday very soon, sweet one, I’m going to fuck you in such a way, you will never ever ask me that again.”
“Please!” I beg, ready to throw myself at him.
The backs of his fingers stroke my cheek and I turn my face toward the touch, flicking my tongue over his finger. Anything I can get. I want his fingers. His cock. His balls in my mouth.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
I peer at him sideways, while sucking his fingertip, his knuckle, anything he’ll give me. “I want to suck your cock.”
His breath escapes through clenched teeth.
I see that he likes it. He likes me dirty.
I bite my lip and his expression hardens. I know he wants me. It feels good to play.
“I want, I want, I want…” I repeat like a toddler with my bottom lip out. “I want you to teach me, Daddy.” He grabs my face. “Ow!” I yelp as he squeezes my cheeks against my teeth, removing the pout from my mouth as he brings our faces together, nose to nose.
My scent still on his breath. His beard. “Who do you think you are?”
“I’m me and I want you.” The words come out muffled and weird, considering his fingers are squishing my lips together. “Put your cock in my mouth right now. Please, I mean, please put your cock in my mouth. In my pussy, somewhere. Please! God dang it...”
He shakes his head. “I tell you what to do. You do it. You need to show me that you can do that first. I’m in no rush to get myself off. A good Daddy has patience. Lots of patience. When I fuck you, it will be the right time, the right place, at my discretion to decide.”
I growl at him in frustration.
Jack leans down to my ear. “And, when I do, I’m going to take you raw. Daddy’s going to come inside you, baby. You’ll feel my cum dripping out of you all day.”
“Stop talking like that, it’s only making it worse!”
“Shhh. Be a good girl.” He brushes his lips along the shell of my ear and I moan, clutching his shirt in handfuls to draw him nearer.
He pulls back, releasing my face and tugging my hands forward off the desk and I land on my feet. I look around for my tattered panties, spotting them where they landed on the couch, and he chuckles.
“I’ll keep those.” Picking up the torn shreds of my black lace panties, he brings them to his face and inhales, his blue eyes blazing as he looks at me. “You’re not allowed to wear panties anymore.”
“Not allowed?” I ask, confusion and exhilaration mixing inside me.
“That’s correct. There will be rules for you from now on. Rules I make. Rules you obey. Rules you break. Consequences you take.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I answer on a sigh.
“If I want your sweet pussy in panties, I’ll tell you.”
I nod, my nipples drawing tight.
He pulls open a drawer in his desk and reaches inside. I see a flash of something shiny as he holds it in his hand and tips his head, beckoning me.
“Come here.”
I step forward and he holds the item in his up-turned palm.
“Look familiar? It will be my job from now on to know what you want, what you need, and it’s at my discretion to give it to you.” He holds it out and I know what it is immediately.
It’s the butt plug I’d circled in the catalog. On the round end of the plug it says ‘Baby Girl’.
How did he know?
I bite my lip, my cheeks burning. I do want it. But I never thought in a million years that I’d have to admit it. I assumed it would be a dirty secret between me and my diary and the catalog.
He pops the plug into his mouth then pulls it back out.
My pussy is jealous. I know just how good that mouth feels.
I bite my lip just as he licks it again. “Pull your skirt up and bend over.”
I stiffen as he pushes my head down into his crotch where I feel the hard length behind the zipper.
I claw at his thigh. Rubbing my face onto him. That’s all I’ll get. Inhaling deeply, I tense, waiting…
He pulls one of my ass cheeks aside, exposing me, and I shut my eyes and hold onto his leg.
“Have you ever used a plug before?”
“No…” I hiss as I push my parted lips over the shape of his cock, tasting fabric and sucking it as the slick wet saliva-coated plug makes contact with my back entrance. My knees knock together and he presses his hard cock into my face.
“Relax, baby girl. I’ll go slow. Damaging you is not my purpose. Reminding you who you are is.”
I take a deep breath and exhale as I hear the sound of spitting, then the warm wetness of his saliva drips onto my exposed back entrance. He does it again and again, his fingers rubbing the slick wetness around my opening. A moan escapes through my gritted teeth as the novel pressure of the cool tip of the plug makes all my senses come alive.