Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
“I’ll pay attention to every inch of your precious body, Winnie. We’re both going to enjoy it.”
She nodded before she realized what she was doing and then rushed to say, “Daddy, I’ve never….”
“You will now. Daddy won’t let you hide from all the things you desire. Do you know why?”
“Why?” she whispered.
“Because you are the bravest Little girl I’ve ever met.” His finger stroked in and out of her. “Can you tell Daddy you’d like him to explore your bottom?”
His gaze wouldn’t allow her to look away or hide. Winnie swallowed hard and whispered, “Yes.”
“Use your words, Chipmunk. What do you want to say?”
“I—I like.” Her voice broke, and she cleared her throat. “I like you touching me there.”
“You like me touching your bottom?” he asked, sliding his finger out of her bottom and squeezing more lubricant onto the tip.
She understood he was going to make her say the whole thing. Her cheeks flamed as she gathered her courage to bare everything to him. “I like you touching my bottom, Daddy.”
That thick finger glided back into her as a reward on a flood of slickness. She could hear it crackle as he moved his digit in and out. “That’s my good girl. I think that deserves a reward.”
He reached for something else in the drawer and pulled out a thin wand vibrator. Raising it to his mouth, he gripped the flat end with his teeth and twisted the wand to turn on. She shivered at the sound of the vibration as his finger continued to tantalize her.
“I’m going to press this to your pretty clit, and you’re going to come hard for Daddy, aren’t you?”
She nodded eagerly, and then when he tilted his head, signaling to her that wasn’t quite enough, she blurted, “I’m going to come hard for you, Daddy.” Winnie’s cheeks didn’t heat this time. She was too turned on to be embarrassed.
“I can’t wait to watch you fall apart.”
With her thighs bound together, he slid the wand through her pink folds. He observed her closely to judge when he had it in the correct place. When the vibration brushed over her clit, she gasped and immediately orgasmed. She shook from the intensity of her pleasure.
“You’re so beautiful when you come, Winnie.”
Scythe slid the wand away just before it became too much, and Winnie melted onto the padded surface as she tried to regain her breath. His finger slid from her bottom as well, brushing across the nerve-sensitive opening. She shuddered as the pleasure rebounded.
“You’re fine, Chipmunk. Daddy’s preparing you.”
She nodded and closed her eyes. Winnie zoned out for a few seconds before she heard him rustling around behind her. Then the cold tip of something pressing into her warm bottom jolted her. It was thick and filled her tight passage. Winnie tried to clench her muscles to keep it out, but he’d prepared her with so much lubricant she couldn’t stop it.
“Daddy, no!” she pleaded, peeking over her shoulder.
“This thermometer will go in your bottom frequently, Little girl.”
“It’s cold,” she whined.
“It will warm up,” he promised.
She didn’t want to admit he was right, but Winnie was reassured that he wouldn’t lie. He always told her the truth. She liked relying on him.
“How’s your tummy, Winnie?”
“It feels funny now.”
“Daddy will give you some medicine to see if that helps.”
“I don’t need anything,” she promised.
“Daddy is in charge. When do you start your period, Chipmunk?”
Winnie would have struggled to share such intimate information with him but having him take care of her like this made it seem normal. “Next week.”
“We’ll put that on our calendar so Daddy can help you keep track. Are you interested in being on birth control? I’ll always protect you, Winnie, but if you are concerned, Razor can prescribe some medicine for you.”
“Maybe that’s a good idea. Can that come out yet?” she pleaded. Winnie wasn’t falling for his distractions.
“Two more minutes.”
She snorted softly.
“Be good, Chipmunk.”
Winnie wrinkled her nose and didn’t look at him. When the thick tube finally slid from her bottom, she immediately struggled to get up. He couldn’t keep her there now. The sting from a firm smack to her butt convinced her he could. She froze in place as he cleaned up the thermometer and put it away.
More rustling happened from the drawer below her. Winnie peeked over her shoulder to see him open a jar and pull out two, thick, bullet-shaped items. “What’s that?”
“Medicine,” he told her. “This will help your tummy.”
“I can’t swallow those,” she protested.
“That’s not a problem. These go into you where they’ll work immediately to soothe you.”
“Daddy, no,” Winnie wailed as she clenched her thighs together. Her skin felt coated with her slick juices. She tried to hide her reaction to his words. Having someone care for her so completely was scary but totally arousing.
“Try to relax, Chipmunk.”