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)
“Listen carefully, girl,” he rumbled, his tone uncharacteristically gentle. “I saw that look in your eyes. The way you melted when Daddy Daniel held you, the way you looked at him as he left… You’re catching feelings for him, aren’t you?”
My cheeks flushed crimson and my eyes dropped to the floor. I hadn’t realized my emotions were so transparent.
Mr. Samuel continued, his voice taking on a note of warning. “You’d best fight those feelings, Amy. Men like Daddy Daniel aren’t here to fall in love. To them, you’re just another bad girl to use and discard.”
His words sent a painful jolt through my chest, but a part of me rebelled against them. Surely what I felt with Daddy Daniel was real? The tenderness in his touch, the way he held me afterward…
“I know it’s hard to hear,” Mr. Samuel said. “But trust me, I’ve seen it happen too many times. These rich men come here to play out their fantasies, not to find a live-in fuck toy, let alone a wife. You’re only gonna end up hurt if you let yourself believe otherwise.”
I bit my lip, fighting back tears.
Mr. Samuel’s dark eyes bored into mine, his expression stern yet tinged with an unexpected softness. “I’m gonna help you learn your place, girl,” he said, his deep voice rumbling through the tiled room. “Put that towel on the floor in front of me and kneel on it.”
My heart raced as I processed his words. Part of me wanted to refuse, to run away, but I knew that wasn’t an option. With trembling hands, I laid the damp towel at Mr. Samuel’s feet and slowly lowered myself onto it. The cold tiles beneath the thin terrycloth sent a shiver through my naked body.
“Good girl,” Mr. Samuel murmured, his massive frame looming over me. “Now, I’m going to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours. And you’re gonna take it like the good little cock slut you are. You need to understand how your needs and the mission of this facility line up perfectly.”
I whimpered softly, a confusing mix of fear and arousal coursing through me. Mr. Samuel’s hand moved to his fly, the sound of his zipper echoing off the shower room walls. My eyes widened as he pulled out his cock—it was enormous, thicker and longer than any I’d ever seen, the dark skin dramatically different from my pale complexion.
“Open up, Amy,” he commanded, his voice low and dangerous. “Show me how eager you are to please.”
Trembling, I parted my lips, telling myself that he would whip me if I didn’t—that I had no choice at all.
Mr. Samuel’s massive hands tangled in my hair, holding me in place as he began to thrust into my mouth. The sheer size of him stretched my lips painfully wide, his shaft filling my oral cavity completely. I gagged as the swollen head hit the back of my throat, tears springing to my eyes.
“That’s it, you little cocksucker,” Mr. Samuel growled, his hips pumping rhythmically. “Take it all like a good whore.”
His crude words sent an unwelcome jolt of arousal through my body. I whimpered around his girth, struggling to breathe through my nose as he used my mouth for his pleasure.
“You love this, don’t you?” he taunted, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through me. “Having your throat stuffed full of cock? Bet you can’t wait to service all the other guards too.”
I wanted to shake my head, to deny his filthy accusations, but I couldn’t move. His iron grip on my hair held me firmly in place as he fucked my face with increasing urgency.
“Such a hungry little slut,” Mr. Samuel continued, “and already such a good fuck toy.”
His massive cock plunged in and out of my mouth relentlessly, stretching my jaw to its limits. His thick shaft filled me completely, the musky scent of his arousal overwhelming my senses. With each brutal thrust, his engorged head hit the back of my throat, making me gag and struggle for air.
“That’s it,” he growled, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Take it all like a bad girl.”
Tears streamed down my face as I fought to accommodate his enormous girth. My tongue pressed against the underside of his shaft, feeling every ridge and vein as he used my mouth for his pleasure. The salty taste of his pre-cum coated my tongue, a visceral reminder of my submission.
As Mr. Samuel continued to fuck my face with punishing force, his words from earlier echoed in my mind. The warning about Daddy Daniel, about not catching feelings… It clashed violently with the tender moments I had shared with him, the way he had held me so gently after thoroughly using my body.
But even as I tried to cling to those softer memories, I couldn’t deny the growing heat between my legs. My pussy clenched with each thrust of Mr. Samuel’s cock down my throat, a primal part of me responding to the raw dominance he exerted over me.