Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
I’m practically doing the splits. His thighs are enormous. My sex is wide open between his thick muscular legs. He even has the audacity to open his knees wider.
“Daddy…” The position is obscene, but why do I care? No one can see me except this man who owns me and has proven that several times now with his mouth and fingers.
I grip the edge of the table to balance myself, watching while he jiggles the mouse to bring the computer to life.
“Clothes, Little doll. Let’s place an order.”
We spend the next hour filling various carts with more clothes, shoes, hair bobbles, and toiletries than I’ve owned in most of my life. It’s hard to focus, though, so I hardly know what Daddy has bought. The entire time, he has stroked my nipples with his thumb and my clit with his pinky. That’s how much larger than me he is.
When he’s satisfied that his entire closet will be filled with my new wardrobe, he shuts the computer, scoots it away, and manhandles me until I’m sitting on the table, facing him.
“Lie back, sweetness.” His voice is gravelly. I’m learning it’s his sexy tone. The one he uses when he’s about to make my world spin.
It’s hard to focus on anything but the expanse of his bare chest. I was aware of his heat behind me while I was facing away from him on his lap, but now I’m staring at his sculpted abs and broad smooth chest. His hair is hanging loose over his forehead again. He’s the most attractive man I’ve ever seen and the first man I’ve ever been interested in. Not just interested. No. That’s too mild a word. I’m salivating.
I’m so horny. I have been since I met him, but it’s getting worse. My butt is on the edge of the table as I lie on my back, and Daddy bends my knees and holds them wide. The coolness of the surface feels good against my hot skin, though the pain from his spanking has mostly dissipated. I know my panties are soaked. They have been since he put them on me.
“Your scent is so fucking intoxicating, Little doll. You drive me crazy.” He bends his head between my thighs and nuzzles my wet panties.
I cry out, that simple touch is enough to drive me close to the edge of sanity.
“Play with your nipples, sweetness.”
My body stiffens at his order. I’ve never done anything like that before.
“Do it for Daddy. My hands are occupied. I want your nipples hard and tight. Flick them over the top of your tank top.”
Fingers trembling, I do as I’m told. My buds are swollen and sensitive. I nearly shoot off the table as I touch them. I had no idea it would feel so good, but maybe it wouldn’t have before today. Before I was bitten by a lion shifter.
“That’s a good girl. Pinch them. Twist them. Try different things. Find out what feels good.”
I squeak when I pinch them. It feels strange. I do it again, harder, craving the sharp pain.
“So fucking sexy, Cora.” He rubs his nose against the wet cotton between my legs again. “Make yourself come.”
That seems impossible, but maybe I can. I’m certainly getting close.
“Pinch harder and pull on them, Little doll.”
When I follow that instruction, he sucks my pussy over the top of my panties, and I come. Waves of intense pleasure wash through my body. There are no words to describe how good he makes me feel.
My arms are shaking when I finally lower them to my sides.
Daddy leans farther over me and plants a kiss on each nipple over my shirt. “You may not touch your nipples or pussy like that without permission. Understood?”
I gasp. I was lying here thinking about when I might do that again.
“It’s sexy to watch, and I’ll occasionally allow you to finger yourself or play with your tits, but that decision will be mine.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper.
I’m not even sure who I am as Daddy helps me up and stands me on the floor. He rarely lets me stand on my own. If he continues to carry me around, I’ll forget how to walk. Not really, of course, but it seems like it.
He sits on the chair in front of me and lifts one of my arms, turning it back and forth. “The bruises are almost gone. How is your wrist?”
“I barely notice it.” I’d almost forgotten. That’s how healed I am. So bizarre.
He continues, examining my other arm before turning me around to face away from him and lifting my tank top over my head. It happens so fast I don’t have a chance to register before I’m standing in nothing but my panties in the middle of his cabin.
It’s hard to ignore the instinct to cover my breasts, but I manage to fist my hands at my sides while he holds one shoulder and looks closely at my back.