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)
“It’s all right,” he says. “You can say it, baby girl. I want to hear it.”
With a deep breath, I nod and continue. “I want my Daddy…” I take the dare, leap headlong into the abyss, and wait.
His blue eyes darken, a low rumble coming from what sounds like everywhere.
“I don’t know if you understand yet what it will mean for you to be my little girl. The things I will need from you. Take from you. In every way, you will belong to me. I have the first and last say over what happens here and in your life. I will earn that position every day, but it starts now.”
“Yes.” My head feels like it’s filled with helium. I'm high with the drug that seeps into me with his every word.
“Do you feel me already becoming part of you?”
“Yes….”
His fingers slide over my lips.
“I will take all of you sweet girl. Things you didn’t even know you had, you will give me without question. When I say down, you will understand where you belong, at my feet. When I tap my knee, you will assume the position over it, ass up, awaiting whatever I choose to give you. When I do this…” He places his open hand over his heart and pats twice. “It means come to me, sit in my lap, let me comfort you while you comfort me. There will be so much more, Chastity. As well, you will no longer be just Chastity to me, you will be my little girl, my angel, baby, princess, mine to cherish, use and enjoy. Are you ready for all of this?”
I peer up at him, unable to answer, frozen in time. He takes me by the hair, leaving a dull, sweet ache coursing through my scalp and neck. Pulling me to the desk, he lifts me onto it and yanks my knees apart.
His hand shoves between my legs so forcefully I fall back onto the flat surface. Paperweights, pens, and folders topple over and onto the floor, my arms flailing outward. My body is a wound spring, ready to erupt, feeling how he handles me like a possession. Rough and sure, as though he already understands what my body can take, what I need.
“This is mine.”
I flinch as his hand rubs up and down the fabric of my panties.
“Yes,” I gasp.
His other hand slips over my mouth again and his thumb pushes through my lips. I whine and suck then he pulls it away, tracing it over my lips.
“And this…” He yanks the fabric of my panties aside and pushes the pad of his finger against the hot, needy flesh.
I lift my hips upward. “Jack, please…” I don’t even know what I’m asking for.
“That’s not my name anymore. What is my name?” He glares at me on a hard sniff while the pad of his thumb continues back and forth on my bottom lip. “Say it.”
“Daddy.”
He closes his eyes for a long moment before his eyes flicker with approval. “Yes, little one. Good girl.”
“Thank you,” I manage, the simple words caught in my throat as his palm clutches between my legs.
“And this,” he whispers, looming over me, his huge hand spreading wide, slipping down and under so that his fingers brush against the tight pucker of my ass.
I freeze. He must sense my hesitation because he chuckles and pulls his fingers away.
“It feels so good to be bad doesn’t it, baby girl?”
I nod, unable to find my voice.
“Good. I’ll teach you everything you need to know. We’ve got plenty of time. As long as I live.”
There’s a slow ripping sound as he tears my panties, yanking them down, leaving a wet trail on my thighs.
A finger slips into the wet mess with his name on it, making me whimper and go slack, then he’s pulling it out and moving back down to my ass. I wince and clench, unsure what’s coming.
“Jack, wait...” I stop myself when I see the disappointment in his eyes. “Daddy, wait. I’m not sure…”
“Not sure about what? That this belongs to me?”
More pressure, and the pleasure centers itself, pulsing in a ball just behind my clit.
“No, it does. I do…I just, I’m scared…”
“It’s okay to be scared, baby. Daddy sometimes will be scary.” My eyes focus on his crimson silk tie. The impossibly perfect, symmetrical knot so refined against the white shirt. “But I’ll always take care of you. Even when I need to do things to this sweet little body that you may not understand. I need you to do as I say, and never ever tell. Our secrets are special and sometimes it might hurt a little…”
He presses harder and I gasp as his fingertip spreads my tight ring and slips just inside. I squeeze my eyes shut, covering my face with my hands on a little squeal.