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)
“Lucky man,” Oscar said, moving closer to watch. “Nothing quite like being the first to claim a virgin hole.”
Jax worked his fingers in and out, stretching me slowly while I panted and trembled on the pink stool. After what seemed like an eternity, he removed his fingers and reached for the butt plug.
“Now for the plug,” he announced. “Little Lulu, this will help stretch you for my cock and make it easier to take me.”
I felt the cool, slick tip of the plug press against the wrinkly button of my anus. I whimpered, tensing despite Jax’s earlier warning to relax. He applied steady pressure, not forceful, but relentless, and I felt my body begin to yield.
“Breathe,” Jax instructed, his voice stern. “Push out a little, like you’re going to the bathroom. It makes it easier. Remember that this is what bad girls get, and make up your mind to accept the consequences of your behavior.”
Humiliated beyond words, I followed his instructions, bearing down slightly as the plug stretched me wider. There was a moment of sharp discomfort, a burning sensation that made me cry out, and then suddenly my body accepted the widest part of the plug. It slid the rest of the way in with surprising ease, leaving me feeling impossibly full.
“Good girl,” Jax said, his hand stroking my lower back. “Your bottom looks sweet with Daddy’s plug in it.”
“Look at how her pussy is dripping,” Oscar observed, his accent thickening with arousal. “The little slut loves having her ass filled.”
I wanted to die of shame because he was right—the intrusion, the fullness, the utter helplessness of being displayed this way was making me wetter than I’d been even this morning after my first whipping. I could feel my arousal trickling down my inner thighs, and I couldn’t even close my legs to hide it.
“Gentlemen,” Jax said, his voice taking on that businesslike tone again, “I think you can see now how effective this approach could be for our conference. Imagine a dozen bad girls like my Little Lulu, each one trained to serve and please. What distributor could resist such an invitation?”
Viktor circled me slowly, his cold eyes assessing me like a prize horse. “I admit the appeal is undeniable. But can you really find enough girls of this… quality?”
“Absolutely,” Jax assured him. “In fact, I already have several candidates in mind. I happen to have access to an extensive database of young women like Louisa—intelligent, defiant girls who’ve gone astray and need firm correction.”
Database? My mind raced, trying to process this new information through the haze of humiliation and unwanted arousal. What kind of organization was behind all this?
“And you’re certain these girls will be properly trained in time?” Oscar asked, running his finger down my spine, making me shiver.
“With the right methods, yes,” Jax replied confidently. “Little Lulu here is making remarkable progress in just a day. By the time of the conference, she’ll be perfectly obedient and eager to please.” His hand came down in a sharp slap on my exposed bottom, making me jerk against my restraints. The movement caused the plug to shift inside me, sending a jolt of sensation through my body. “Won’t you, baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, the words coming automatically now, as if a part of me was being reprogrammed despite my conscious objections.
I felt Jax brush his fingers through my hair, the gentle touch at odds with my vulnerable, exposed position. “I think our guests are convinced of the potential, wouldn’t you say, gentlemen?”
Oscar nodded thoughtfully. “If the other girls are half as responsive as this one, we’ll have no trouble keeping the distributors… distracted.”
“I am cautiously optimistic,” Viktor added, his clinical assessment making me shiver.
“That’s all I can hope for,” Jax said breezily. “Now let me show you gentlemen out. Little Lulu, while I’m saying good night, I want you to think about what it means to have your little bottom hole full of what your daddy puts there.”
CHAPTER 13
Jax
As I bid Oscar and Viktor good night, my mind had already begun to work on the problem of how to manage Louisa’s feelings as to what she had, very deliberately on my part, overheard. She would almost certainly try to escape: I, with Rudy and Mateo’s help, needed first and foremost to prepare to act swiftly and decisively when she did. Louisa Bell scored off the charts for intelligence, and when brilliant girls like Louisa went wildcat, as the Selecta assessors generally called it, highly unpredictable things could happen.
I didn’t see any particular need to worry—except of course that the business I had to pretend to be in, the one that Louisa had done enough stupid shit to have gotten herself deeply embedded into, had a lot of unavoidable, inherent danger baked in. Selecta had given me the necessary resources, especially in the persons of my bodyguards, to do what I had to do to roll up Oscar and Viktor’s networks if I could implement the plan. I just needed to manage those resources adroitly.