Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
As I assumed the humiliating position, I felt Daddy Daniel’s eyes roaming over my exposed body. My skin prickled under his intense gaze, a mixture of shame and unwanted arousal coursing through me. I kept my own eyes fixed straight ahead, not daring to meet his stare.
“That’s better,” he murmured, circling me slowly. “Though we’ll have to work on your promptness, won’t we?”
His large hand came to rest on my lower back, just above the curve of my bottom. I flinched at the contact, my muscles tensing involuntarily.
“Relax,” he commanded softly. “I want to see how responsive you are.”
His fingers trailed lower, skimming over the swell of my backside. I bit my lip hard, fighting against the urge to squirm as he kneaded the soft flesh. To my horror, I felt a fresh wave of wetness gathering between my thighs.
“My, my,” Daddy Daniel chuckled, his breath hot against my ear. “Such a sensitive little thing, aren’t you? Your body’s already begging for attention.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to disappear. But there was no escaping his touch, no hiding from the way my treacherous body responded to his caresses.
His hand slid around to my hip, then lower, ghosting over my freshly waxed mound. I couldn’t suppress a tiny whimper. Further down the line of naked young women, to my left, I thought I could hear another bad girl—Zoe, maybe—making a similar kind of noise, as the other man tried her pussy the way Daddy Daniel had started to ‘inspect’ mine.
The knowing fingers danced along my inner thigh, teasing but not quite touching where I was wettest. My breath hitched as he drew closer to my aching clit.
“Look at me, Amy,” he commanded softly. “I want to see the shame and desire warring in those pretty brown eyes of yours.”
Reluctantly, I obeyed, my gaze meeting his intense blue stare. A knowing smirk played at the corners of his mouth as his fingers finally brushed against my slick folds.
“Just as I suspected,” he murmured. “Soaking wet already. Your pussy knows what it needs, even if your mind is still resisting.”
I whimpered, my hips unconsciously shifting toward his touch. Daddy Daniel tsked, his free hand coming down in a sharp smack against my bottom.
“Did I give you permission to move, young lady?”
“N-no, Daddy,” I stammered, forcing myself to hold still despite the ache building between my legs.
“That’s right,” he nodded. “You only move when I tell you to. Your body belongs to me now, understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, mortification and desperate need at odds within me.
His fingers resumed their exploration, circling my clit with maddening lightness. I bit my lip hard, fighting to maintain my composure as pleasure built within me.
“Such a responsive little cunt,” Daddy Daniel mused as his fingertips continued their teasing exploration of my most intimate places. He turned to address the other man. “Otto, come take a look at this one.”
The other daddy, a tall man with meticulously groomed dark hair and intelligent gray eyes, sauntered over. His tailored suit accentuated his lean frame as he circled me, his gaze raking over my exposed flesh.
“My, my,” Otto murmured, his voice rich with amusement. “What a delectable little morsel we have here.” He reached out, cupping my breast and rolling the nipple between his fingers. I gasped, unable to suppress my body’s reaction.
“Look how her nipples pebble at the slightest touch,” Otto remarked to Daniel. “And those full, luscious breasts… perfect for a daddy’s enjoyment.”
Daniel nodded, his fingers still working between my legs. “Indeed. Amy’s breasts are quite a treat. And her cunt is absolutely dripping. I’ve barely touched her and she’s already on the verge of coming.”
He knows my name. Hearing it from Daddy Daniel’s mouth, along with their casual discussion of my body’s reactions, I burned with shame. To my horror I couldn’t deny the truth of their words, either. My pussy clenched around nothing, desperate for more stimulation.
“Miss Frieda,” Daniel called out, “what can you tell us about Amy’s behavior?”
The sound of Miss Frieda’s heels announced her approach. “Amy has been… resistant,” she reported. “She’s in definite need of correction.”
“What about that one?” Daddy Otto asked, jerking a thumb toward Zoe. “I didn’t do my research as well as Daniel here, so I don’t know her name.”
“Zoe,” Miss Frieda said, nodding. “Zoe’s a good deal farther along. Quite compliant, I’d say.”
Daddy Otto smiled. “I think I’ll just take her back into her cell for a little while, then, if it’s alright with you, Miss Frieda.”
Miss Frieda’s lips curved upward in an answering expression. “By all means, Daddy Otto. Try not to reward her unless she submits to you fully.”
Daddy Otto strode over to Zoe, his gray eyes glinting with anticipation. He grasped her arm firmly and led her back into her cell, the door clanging shut behind them. The other girls remained frozen in their inspection positions, eyes wide with a mixture of fear and curiosity.