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)
And looking at Jenna—seeing the way her nipples had hardened beneath the delicate fabric, noticing how she shifted ever so slightly, pressing her thighs together—I could tell she understood too. Just like me, her body was betraying her, responding to the anticipation and the inherent, submissive eroticism of our situation.
I felt heat rising in my own cheeks, spreading across my face and down my neck. The blush seemed to ignite every nerve ending, making me hyper-aware of the lace against my skin, the cool air on my exposed flesh, the slight ache in my knees from so much kneeling.
Unable to maintain eye contact with Jenna as the reality of our shared understanding settled over us, my gaze dropped. We were supposed to be repulsed, to resist this degradation. Instead, our bodies hummed with a shameful anticipation.
The sound of approaching footsteps from the hallway made us both snap back to attention, eyes forward and backs straight. My heart beat faster as the doors swung open, revealing two imposing figures silhouetted against the brighter light of the corridor.
As they stepped into the room, I felt my breath catch in my throat. Daddy Daniel strode in first, his tall frame exuding an aura of effortless dominance. He wore only a black silk robe, left open to reveal his muscular chest and the tantalizing trail of hair leading down to where the robe’s tie hung loosely at his waist. His gorgeous blue eyes locked onto me immediately, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
Behind him came another man, equally tall but with a leaner build. His dark hair was meticulously styled, and his gray eyes held a predatory glint as they roved over Jenna’s kneeling form. This must be Daddy Otto, I realized, the man who had spanked and fucked Zoe in her cell. I hadn’t gotten a look at him before.
So… who was here for me, and who was here for Jenna… or… I swallowed hard. Were they both here for both of us, or…
My mind filled with terrible, helplessly arousing fantasies that seemed to grow lewder and more shameful the more I tried to push them back.
The two men approached slowly, their bare feet quiet on the carpet. I kept my eyes lowered respectfully, but I thought I could feel the weight of Daddy Daniel’s stare as he crossed the room toward us.
As Daddy Daniel and Daddy Otto approached, I felt my heart racing in my chest. I continued to gaze at the floor but I could sense their powerful presence looming over us.
I felt relief—yes, definitely relief—as Daddy Otto moved to stand in front of Jenna while Daddy Daniel positioned himself before me.
Relief, complete and total… not… not…
Disappointment. Not that—not a bit of letdown that I wasn’t going to be made to serve yet another handsome, dominant man.
I heard Daddy Otto’s deep voice rumble out an order. “Open my robe and start sucking my cock, girl. Keep your eyes down.”
From the corner of my eye, I saw Jenna’s trembling hands reach up to untie Daddy Otto’s robe. The soft rustle of silk was followed by a sharp intake of breath—whether from Jenna or Daddy Otto, I couldn’t tell.
Meanwhile, Daddy Daniel gazed down at me, a slight smile playing on his lips. “Hello, Amy,” he said softly. “How was your day?”
I looked up, meeting his cool blue eyes. In that moment, I felt an overwhelming rush of emotions—shame at my current position, fear of what was to come, but also an undeniable thrill at being in his presence again. The memory of our earlier encounter sent a jolt of arousal through me.
As I opened my mouth to respond, a surge of defiance rose in my chest. It felt too good, too right to kneel in front of a billionaire. I refused to accept that that was somehow who I was, now. Before I could stop myself, words spilled out.
“What the fuck do you care?”
CHAPTER 12
Amy
Instantly, I regretted my outburst. Daddy Daniel’s expression hardened for a moment, as if by instinct, and then relaxed into a tight smile, though his eyes somehow continued to burn despite their beautiful, cool blue hue.
Then I cried out as Daddy Daniel seized my arm and yanked me roughly to my feet. In one fluid motion, he sat down in the ornate chair and pulled me across his left knee. His right leg clamped down over both of my knees, pinning me in place.
“You are an ungrateful little brat,” Daddy Daniel growled, his voice low and dangerous. “But I’m very happy to provide a reminder of your place.”
His large hand came down hard on my upturned bottom, the sharp crack echoing through the cavernous room. I yelped, my body jerking at the sudden, stinging pain. The thin lace of my teddy offered no protection as Daddy Daniel’s palm connected again and again with my tender flesh.