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)
I nodded frantically.
“Yes! Yes, I’ve learned my lesson!” I cried out desperately, my body trembling on the edge of release.
Daddy Daniel’s fingers stilled on my clit, denying me that final push over the edge. “Tell me what you’ve learned, Amy,” he demanded, his hips never slowing their punishing rhythm. “I want to hear you say it.”
Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to form coherent thoughts. The relentless pounding of Daddy Daniel’s cock in my ass and the throbbing ache in my neglected pussy made it hard to focus.
“I… I’ve learned that stealing is wrong,” I whimpered. “That I had other options. That I deserve to be punished for my crimes.”
“And?” Daddy Daniel prompted, his voice stern.
“And… and that bad girls only get fucked with very sore bottoms,” I sobbed, shame burning through me at the admission.
Daddy Daniel’s fingers resumed their assault on my clit, circling the sensitive nub with practiced skill. “Good girl,” he purred. “Now, come for Daddy. Show everyone how much you love being fucked in your naughty little asshole.”
The permission was all I needed. The dam broke, and pleasure crashed over me in overwhelming waves. I screamed, my body convulsing as the most intense orgasm of my life ripped through me.
My inner muscles clenched rhythmically around Daddy Daniel’s hardness, milking his cock as he continued to pound into my aching ass. Shame and ecstasy warred within me as I came harder than I ever had before, my cries echoing off the concrete walls.
“That’s it, dirty girl,” Daddy Daniel growled, his hips never slowing. “Come on my cock like the anal slut you are.”
His crude words only intensified my orgasm, drawing it out until I thought I might pass out from the overwhelming sensations. My vision blurred, dark spots dancing at the edges as pleasure unlike anything I’d ever experienced coursed through my trembling body.
Just as I thought I couldn’t take any more, I felt Daddy Daniel’s rhythm falter. He groaned deeply, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt in my abused hole.
“Take it all,” he snarled, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his hot seed.
I whimpered, feeling the warmth spread deep inside me. My cheeks burned with humiliation at the realization that I was being used as nothing more than a receptacle for his pleasure. Yet my traitorous body clenched around him, drawing out every last drop.
As the aftershocks of my intense climax faded, I realized that Zoe’s and Jenna’s ordeals had come to an end. I became vaguely aware of movement and voices around me. My senses, which had narrowed to the overwhelming sensations in my body, gradually expanded to take in my surroundings once more.
Miss Frieda’s crisp voice cut through the haze. “Alright, girls. That’s enough excitement for now. Line up and follow me to the cafeteria for breakfast.”
I heard the shuffling of bare feet on concrete as the other bad girls hurried to obey. The sharp click of Miss Frieda’s heels echoed off the walls as she led them away. A part of me longed to join them, to escape the intensity of what had just happened, but Daddy Daniel’s firm grip on my hips kept me in place.
From somewhere to my left, I heard Daddy Otto’s deep voice. “I’ll see you at breakfast in the guesthouse, Daniel. Don’t be too long with your new toy.”
Daddy Daniel chuckled, the sound reverberating through his chest and into my body where we were still intimately connected. “I won’t be long, Otto. Just need to make sure my bad girl understands her place.”
As Otto’s footsteps faded away, Daddy Daniel slowly withdrew from my aching bottom. I whimpered at the loss, feeling suddenly empty and exposed. His seed trickled from my well-fucked hole, a visceral reminder of what had just transpired.
Daddy Daniel gently turned me around, his blue eyes scanning my tearstained face. Without a word, he scooped me up into his arms, cradling me against his broad chest. I felt small and deliciously powerless as he carried me back into my cell, his warmth seeping into my trembling body as I wondered how this sudden gentleness could be real.
The harsh fluorescent lights seemed to soften as we entered the small space. Daddy Daniel sat down on the narrow cot, adjusting me so that I was curled up in his lap. My bottom burned where it pressed against his thighs, a constant reminder of the thorough paddling and fucking I’d just received.
I felt his semen leaking out of me, warm and sticky, onto his expensive trousers. The physical sensation, coupled with the emotional weight of what had just transpired, proved too much. A sob bubbled up from deep in my chest, and suddenly I was crying uncontrollably.
“Shh, it’s alright,” Daddy Daniel murmured, his large hand rubbing soothing circles on my back. “Let it all out, sweetheart. You’ve been good for me.”