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)
Before I had met my daddy.
This must be what rehabilitation feels like, I thought, feeling a frown of confusion come onto my face at the strange realization.
Tonight… the ordeal before me… I had, kind of, won it, as some sort of twisted reward, hadn’t I? I chewed my lower lip as we passed through the gilt double doors of the guesthouse. Six daddies. Would Daddy Daniel even be there?
Then I saw him, waiting at the top of the stairs that I knew led to the Hall of Pleasure. He wore the black bathrobe I had come to think of as a daddy’s robe, and my heart skipped a beat at the sight of his muscular chest with its blond curls. He smiled as Miss Frieda led me toward him, and I saw that he held a white babydoll nightgown—the same kind Miss Frieda herself wore, though I could see that the fabric of the one in Daddy Daniel’s hands was much more sheer; I could practically see right through it. Imagining having it on, I shivered at the mental picture of how much more naked I would look in the nightgown than I already did, in the nude.
Miss Frieda’s hand on my lower back guided me up the grand staircase toward Daddy Daniel. Each step sent a jolt through my body as the massive plug shifted inside me, a constant reminder of what was to come. I could feel the weight of Daddy Daniel’s gaze as we ascended, his blue eyes raking over my exposed form with a mixture of pride and hunger that made my stomach flutter.
As we reached the top of the stairs, Daddy Daniel’s scent enveloped me—a heady mixture of sandalwood and musk that made my head spin. He smiled down at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners; simple little movements of his face that somehow filled my heart with longing.
“Hello, bad girl,” he murmured, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. “Are you ready for your big night?”
I nodded mutely, unable to find my voice as he unfolded the sheer white babydoll nightgown. The delicate fabric whispered against my skin as he slipped it over my head, the cool material settling around my curves like a gossamer veil. As I had anticipated, far from covering me, the transparent gown seemed to highlight every inch of my naked body beneath, framing my breasts and barely skimming the tops of my thighs.
Daddy Daniel’s hands lingered at my hips, smoothing the fabric and sending jolts of electricity through my core. I gasped softly as his fingers brushed against the base of the plug, a reminder of his claim on me even as he prepared me to service other men.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes dark with desire. “Now, let’s not keep the other daddies waiting.”
With a gentle hand on my lower back, Daddy Daniel guided me toward the ornate double doors that led to the Hall of Pleasure. The polished wood gleamed in the soft light, intricate carvings of entwined bodies adorning its surface. As the doors swung open, I felt my breath catch in my throat.
The Hall of Pleasure, as always, lived up to its name, with its sumptuous decorations in rich shades of burgundy and gold. The softness of the carpet muffled our footsteps as we entered, and the air was heavy with the scent of leather and masculine musk. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the space, their light glinting off the mirrored walls and creating the illusion of endless reflections.
In the center of the room, arranged in a semicircle, were six throne-like chairs. Each was occupied by a daddy, their powerful forms barely contained by the black bathrobes they wore. I recognized them all—Victor, Reggie, Lawrence, Tom, William, and Kwame—their eyes locked onto me with predatory intensity as Daddy Daniel led me forward.
The air seemed to crackle with tension and anticipation, above all because of what sat in the middle of the crescent formed by the daddies’ chairs: an imposing spanking bench, its polished leather surface gleaming in the warm light. The sturdy wooden frame promised both stability and exposure for whoever would be strapped to it. Thick leather cuffs dangled from strategic points, ready to secure wrists and ankles. It had a belt, as well, to pinion a bad girl around her waist and immobilize her almost completely. The sight of it sent a shiver down my spine, the mixture of fear and shameful anticipation coursing through me now familiar—but never less potent than the day I had arrived here.
Daddy Daniel’s hand on the small of my back guided me forward again, the sheer fabric of my babydoll nightgown whispering against my skin with each step. The plug in my bottom shifted as I moved, a constant reminder of Daddy Daniel’s claim on me even as I approached the other men who would use me tonight.