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)
Daddy Daniel’s powerful form was silhouetted against this celestial backdrop, his blue eyes blazing with an inner fire that made my knees weak. He held a whip in one hand, the braided leather seeming to glow with an inner light of its own.
“Turn around, Amy,” he commanded, his voice resonating through my very being. “Present that naughty bottom for punishment.”
I obeyed without hesitation, bending at the waist and arching my back to offer my bare bottom to him. The cool air of this cosmic realm caressed my exposed skin, making me shiver in anticipation.
The first crack of the whip sent shockwaves through my body. I cried out, the sound echoing strangely in the vast space. But the pain transformed almost instantly into pleasure, radiating outward from the point of impact. Each subsequent lash built upon the last, until my entire being seemed radiant with the energy my daddy had decided to give me.
The whip cracked against my upturned bottom again and again, each lash sending waves of exquisite sensation coursing through me. The pain blurred seamlessly into pleasure, until I could no longer distinguish between the two. My cries echoed in the vast cosmic expanse surrounding us, mingling with the distant song of the stars.
“Such a good girl,” Daddy Daniel purred, his voice seeming to reverberate through my very being. “Taking your punishment so beautifully.”
I felt his large hand caress my heated flesh, soothing the marks left by his whip. The gentle touch was almost more than I could bear after the intensity of the lashing. I whimpered, pressing back against his palm, silently begging for more.
“Please, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need. “I need you inside me.”
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. “Do you now?” he murmured, his fingers trailing teasingly along the curve of my bottom. “And what makes you think you deserve my cock, little one?”
Before I could respond, I felt the blunt head of his massive shaft pressing against my entrance. I gasped, my body tensing in anticipation. Daddy Daniel gripped my hips firmly, holding me in place as he began to push inside.
In the cosmic temple of my dream, my daddy fucked me brutally, pounding my whipped bottom with his muscular lap, driving his enormous cock so deep inside me I thought I could feel it in my throat. I came, and came, and came until it felt as if I had become a being made entirely of pleasure and joy and love.
But Daddy Daniel wasn’t here. There was only the relentless buzz of the adjuster, bringing me to the edge of orgasm over and over again, never quite allowing me to tumble over that precipice. Tears of frustration welled in my eyes as I writhed helplessly on the narrow bed. My muscles strained against the unyielding fabric of the straitjacket, desperate for even a moment of freedom.
The vibrations intensified further, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I cried out, my back arching off the mattress as I teetered on the brink of release. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, when I was certain I would finally be granted the sweet relief of orgasm, the stimulation abruptly ceased.
I sobbed in frustration, my hips grinding fruitlessly against the now-still fabric between my legs. The sudden absence of sensation left me feeling hollow and desperate. My pussy clenched around nothing, aching to be filled.
“Please,” I whimpered again, though I knew my pleas fell on deaf ears. “Please, I’ll be good. I promise I’ll be good.”
At that moment, the heavy metal door clanged open, flooding the dim space with harsh fluorescent light from the hallway. I blinked rapidly, my eyes struggling to adjust after hours in near-darkness.
Daddy James’ imposing figure filled the doorway, his broad shoulders blocking most of the light. As he stepped into the cell, I could make out the details of his appearance—the crisp white shirt stretched taut across his muscular chest, the perfectly pressed slacks, the polished leather shoes that gleamed even in the low light. His salt-and-pepper hair was neatly combed, not a strand out of place despite the early hour.
“Good morning, Amy,” he said, his deep voice sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. “I trust you had an… interesting night?”
I whimpered in response, unable to form coherent words. My body was a mass of conflicting sensations—the dull ache in my muscles from being restrained for so long, the lingering arousal that thrummed through my core, the sharp pangs of hunger and thirst that I had been too distracted to notice until now.
Daddy James approached the bed, his blue eyes sweeping over my bound form. I was acutely aware of how I must look—hair tangled and matted with sweat, face flushed and tearstained, body trembling with exhaustion and need. The thin blanket had long since fallen to the floor.