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)
“Did you know that I even saw your high school transcripts? Straight A’s across the board. Quite impressive.”
My breath hitched, a mixture of shame and pride washing over me. How could he know so much about me? And why did the idea of him poring over my past send a thrill through my body?
Daniel’s fingers worked me relentlessly. “You’re incredibly intelligent, Amy. Creative, too. It’s part of what drew me to you.”
I moaned, my hips rocking against his hand as he brought me closer to the brink. His words, however, kept me tethered to reality, forcing me to listen even as pleasure threatened to overwhelm me.
“You know,” he mused, his voice thoughtful despite the increasingly urgent pace of his fingers, “I’ve found that bad girls often make the best executives. There’s something special about that rebellious streak, that ability to think outside the box that leads to success in what I think are the most important roles.”
Daniel’s words reverberated through my mind, even as I succumbed to the relentless pleasure his fingers drew from my body. As I teetered on the edge of orgasm, a sudden realization hit me with the force of a freight train.
My breath caught in my throat, not just from the exquisite sensations coursing through me, but from the overwhelming emotions that threatened to engulf me. Here, in this cold, sterile cell, cradled in the arms of a man who had just brutally fucked my virgin ass, I found myself falling. Falling hard and fast, in a way I never thought possible.
Daniel’s touch was electric, his fingers playing my body like a finely tuned instrument. But it wasn’t just the physical pleasure that had me reeling. It was the way he spoke to me, the genuine interest he showed in my past, my intelligence, my potential. His words painted a picture of a future I had never dared to imagine for myself.
I had always scoffed at the idea of love at first sight, dismissing it as a fantasy perpetuated by cheesy romance novels and saccharine movies. Yet here I was, my heart racing not just from arousal, but from a deeper, more profound emotion that I couldn’t quite name.
Daniel’s combination of raw sexual dominance and unexpected tenderness had bypassed all of my carefully constructed defenses. His knowledge of my body, the way he seemed to instinctively understand what I needed, both physically and emotionally, left me breathless.
Daniel’s knowing fingers drove me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. His touch was masterful, alternating between feather-light caresses that made me whimper with need and firm, purposeful strokes that had me seeing stars.
“That’s it, honey,” he encouraged. “Let go for Daddy. Show me how good I make you feel.”
I writhed in his lap, my hips bucking against his hand as pleasure built within me. The soreness in my thoroughly fucked ass only seemed to heighten every sensation, a constant reminder of the shameful things my new daddy had so recently done to me.
Daniel’s free hand roamed my body, pinching my nipples and kneading my breasts. Each touch sent jolts of electricity straight to my core, ratcheting up my arousal to almost unbearable levels.
“You’re going to come for me, Amy,” he growled, his voice low and commanding. “But first, I want you to listen carefully.”
I struggled to focus on his words as his fingers worked their magic between my legs. Daniel’s thumb circled my clit with exquisite precision, drawing me ever closer to the precipice of bliss.
“You know, honey,” he continued, his tone conversational despite the increasingly urgent pace of his fingers, “I may be your first daddy here at the Bad Girl Facility, but I certainly won’t be your last.”
Daniel’s words sent a shiver down my spine, a confusing mix of shame and arousal washing over me. My cheeks burned even hotter, the blush spreading down my neck and across my chest.
“That’s right, honey,” he murmured, his fingers never ceasing their exquisite torture between my legs. “I’m honored to be the first daddy to fuck that tight little ass of yours, to feel you clench around my cock as I filled you with my seed. But, yes, I know I won’t be the only man who gets to do that.”
I whimpered, burying my face in the crook of his neck. Part of me wanted to protest, to deny the truth in his words. But my body betrayed me, my hips rocking against his hand with increased urgency.
“You see, Amy,” Daniel continued, his voice low and husky, “like I said, I’ve studied your profile extensively. I know every detail about you—your past, your desires, even the things you try to hide from yourself. And do you know what I’ve learned?”
I shook my head, unable to form words as pleasure built within me. Daniel’s skilled fingers found that perfect spot inside me, making me gasp and arch against him.