Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Then I wondered something else, something that made me clench again, to my horror.
Are they… are they all hard for me?
“Now,” Jax said, his voice taking on a commanding tone that made me swallow hard, “I think our guests should experience what a delicious little pussy you have, Little Lulu. I think I just saw her little vagina clench, gentlemen. I hope you caught that too; that’s the kind of bad girl we have here.”
I whimpered, hot tears of humiliation spilling down my cheeks as Jax began to stroke me there, his fingers gently pressing my clit, then making their way down to the opening of my aching sheath.
“She’s exquisite,” Oscar commented, the proximity of his voice telling me he had moved closer to examine me. “So pink and smooth.”
Viktor spoke from further away. I shuddered as I pictured his cold eyes appraising me like a piece of merchandise. “You’ve done well with her, Jax. She’s quite… appetizing.”
Jax smiled, moving his hand to squeeze my inner thigh possessively. “Gentlemen, please feel free to taste. I assure you, she’s delicious.”
I couldn’t keep from raising my head at that, in alarm and helpless need. I gasped as I saw Oscar immediately kneeling between my spread legs, his hot breath on my most intimate parts making me tremble. Then his tongue was on me, licking a slow, deliberate path from my vagina to my clit. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped me, my body betraying me yet again.
“Mmm,” Oscar hummed against my flesh. “Sweet as honey. So good with the whiskey.”
When he finally pulled away, Viktor took his place, his approach more methodical. He explored me with clinical precision, his tongue probing and testing as if cataloging my responses. Despite my shame, I felt my arousal building, my hips trying to move against the restrictive harness.
“Indeed,” Viktor agreed when he finished, wiping his mouth with a handkerchief. “Most satisfactory.”
Jax beamed with pride, as if their approval of my taste was a personal accomplishment. “I thought you’d appreciate her. Now, I believe it’s time we prepare her for the next step in her training.”
He gestured to Rudy, who brought over the pink wooden stool I’d noticed earlier. It stood about two feet high, its surface smooth and polished. The restraints attached to it looked sturdy and well used.
“This is a special training stool,” Jax explained to his guests as Rudy placed it in the center of the room. “Designed specifically for the anal training of girls like Louisa. Mateo, bring the supplies.”
I felt faint as Mateo returned with a tray holding what was clearly lubricant and a pink butt plug. The plug wasn’t huge, but to me, as I thought of my bottom’s virginity, it looked enormous.
“Please,” I begged as Jax began to release me from the tasting harness. “I’m not ready for that. Daddy, please—”
Jax’s hand cracked across my face, not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to startle me into silence. “Little girls don’t decide what they’re ready for,” he said, his voice dangerously soft. “Daddy knows what’s best.”
Once I was free of the harness, Jax guided me to the pink stool. My legs trembled so badly I could barely stand.
“Bend over,” he instructed, pressing between my shoulder blades until I was folded over the stool. The polished wood felt cool against my bare skin. Rudy secured my wrists to the front legs of the stool while Mateo fastened restraints around my knees, spreading them wide apart.
I couldn’t move. Couldn’t close my legs. Couldn’t hide any part of myself from the nine men watching me with hungry eyes.
“Perfect,” Jax murmured, running his hand down my spine to the curve of my bottom. “Such a pretty picture. Don’t you agree, gentlemen?”
“Magnificent,” Oscar replied, his voice thick with lust.
Viktor made a sound of approval. “I particularly appreciate the contrast between the pink wood and her red bottom.”
Jax’s fingers traced the marks his earlier spanking had left. “Yes, she marks beautifully. But we need to make sure she’s properly prepared for what’s coming.” He picked up the lubricant and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers.
I flinched when his slick finger touched my virgin hole, circling it with gentle pressure.
“Relax,” he instructed. “Fighting it will only make it hurt more.”
I tried to breathe deeply, to let the tension flow out of my body as his finger pressed more insistently against the tiny ring. When it finally entered me, I gasped at the strange, invasive sensation.
“That’s it,” Jax encouraged, working his finger deeper. “Good girl. You’re taking Daddy’s finger so well.”
The praise shouldn’t have affected me, but it did. I felt an absurd desire to please him, to be good at this degrading thing being done to me. When he added a second lubricated finger, stretching me further, I whimpered, but didn’t fight.
“She’s very tight,” Jax commented to his guests. “This will be her first time taking anything in her little bottom.”