Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
“Daddy. I haven’t finished my search. I think you need a reminder to call me Daddy, Little one.”
Looking over her shoulder, she watched him pull a tub of lubricant out of his desk and a small object that made her meet his gaze in shock. “You can’t put that in my bottom.”
“Of course I can. You need stretching anyway so you don’t tear. A plug in your bottom will remind you to call me Daddy. After you wear it a few times, you’ll remember,” he explained as he spread her bottom to look at the small entrance between them.
She tried to turn over, but he easily held her in place. “I have bigger plugs if you’re naughty.”
Ciel flattened herself against the desk.
“Good girl.”
Argenis twisted off the seal of the lubricant and opened the jar. When she saw his finger emerge from the jar with a big dollop of a thick substance, Ciel pressed her forehead against the cool wood. She bit her lip as he dabbed the cool mixture on her tight ring of muscles before pressing that digit deep inside her.
She didn’t know what to do. It felt awful, amazing, hot, and embarrassing all at the same time. Closing her eyes, she tried to think of something else. A moan fell from her mouth as he applied the slippery mixture inside. Each movement seemed to fire up a million nerve endings. Please don’t let him notice I’m wet.
“Eventually, Daddy will put his cock in your bottom, Little Sky. Are you brave enough to take me?”
“Not today!” she wailed.
“Okay. Soon,” he promised, and she knew she’d just agreed.
She needed to stop talking. It was hard to think with his finger inside her bottom. When he finally drew it slowly out, she flattened to the desk. A few seconds later, the feel of something cold against that puckered entrance made her inhale sharply and contract her bottom with all her forces.
“None of that, Little Sky. Relax your bottom. A plug is going into your bottom. The longer you delay, the more likely someone will come to find me.”
She looked desperately at the door. Still open. “Could you close the door, Daddy.”
“Relax and I will close the door on my way out to wash my hands.”
Nodding quickly, Ciel tried to relax.
“Take a deep breath and blow it out slowly. One, two, three, four, five. That’s a very good girl,” he praised her as he seated the plug against that small ring of muscles. He patted her bottom as he slid a drawer out of his desk. “You stay right there, and I’ll be back.”
She watched him close the door as he left. As time ticked by, the thought of getting up popped into her mind. Ciel tugged her hands. There was no way she could unfasten those or get dressed without her hands. She tried to pull her thighs together to be less on display and discovered there was something keeping her from doing that. He’s pulled the center drawer out.
He knows me too well.
Hearing the murmur of voices out in the hall, Ciel could tell someone had caught Argenis before he could return. “I’ll need an hour first and then I can definitely take over at the east barricade.” There was a mumble for a response, and then she heard the door reopen.
“There’s my beautiful girl,” he said as he returned to her side. Once retaking his seat, he pushed the drawer back inside.
“That was mean.”
“Oh? You tried to move?” he asked with a deceptive lightness that she knew better than to fall for.
“No. It scratched the inside of my thigh.”
“Oh, no. I’ll treat that so it doesn’t become infected,” he assured her as he stood.
Before she could let out an eep, he had turned her over to lie on her back. Her arms ached instantly underneath her, but that was not distressing as the device in her bottom. Instinctively, she tried to pull her legs together as the plug shifted to remind her it was there. His hands pressed her knees back into position. “Sorry.”
“You are forgiven. Now, let’s look at this scratch.”
He searched diligently over her inner thighs. His fingers skating dangerously close to the area, she suddenly wanted him to touch more than anything. “I’m not finding anything.”
“Maybe it just felt like a scratch.”
“Perhaps.” His fingers brushed through her trimmed pubic hair. When her hips bucked upward, he pressed her pelvis back down.
Ciel moaned as the exterior flange of the plug hit the wooden desk.
“You do need Daddy’s attention. Let me kiss it and make it better.”
Expecting him to kiss the alleged scratch on her inner thigh, she moaned as his mouth pressed a kiss to her pussy. She closed her eyes at the feel of his tongue tasting her arousal juices. His hum of approval sent vibrations through her.