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“You could’ve told me that’s what you wanted,” I said, trying to turn my head to face him, but he had me in a position where I couldn’t move.
“I told you what to do. The why is not your concern.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but he pulled my arm higher, straining my shoulder, and I whined.
“You have one choice. Do you want to use your safe word?”
“Never.”
“Then fuck yourself how you like it. Give me your orgasm. Let me see it so I can own it... and you, Madeline Flemming.”
He was claiming me. Holy shit that was hot. My pussy clenched and I pinched my lips, preparing to nod yes.
But Daddy cut me off. “I never claimed to be a gentle lover, Maddie. You’re going to have to wrap your brain around the fact that I might be psychotic when it comes to sex. Are you prepared to do that?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I said without hesitation.
And his weight was gone, leaving my skin cold. I craned my neck to see him returning to the chair like it was his throne. I set to work, dipping the glass inside and drawing it all the way out. The entire time, I imagined him holding my wrist, guiding me, spreading me wide forhim. I watched my daddy for several strokes and then closed my eyes, letting myself imagine the rock-hard dildo was his cock filling me.
It briefly occurred to me that I’d been fucked with a lot of things, but never something crafted solely for pleasureful purposes.
My core started to quicken, and the thought vanished. I added a finger, circling my clit as I rotated the dildo to stretch my walls. Pushing it down into the bed so the tip would reach that secret spot inside, I picked up the pace and began to pant.
“That’s it. Good girl,” Daddy said, and my orgasm snuck up on me and grabbed me in a choke hold.
I cried out as waves of pleasure washed through my body and my clit grew untouchable—sensitive from too much stimulation. My body quaked and my inner walls worked against the glass, pulling it deeper within me.
My body jittered as I came down from the high, and I felt calloused fingers wrap around my wrist, the one still holding the glass knob. I opened my eyes a slit as Cook pulled a restraint free from the headboard and cuffed my wrist.
It left the fake cock buried in my core unattended.
My body was more languid than I could’ve imagined possible, so I didn’t wonder what he was doing. I didn’t allow myself to think or consider what would come next.
When both my hands and feet were locked into restraints and pulled tight, Cook pushed my dress all the way up my torso to expose me. He dipped his head and ran his tongue over one perked nipple, then the other. The sensation sent a current straight to my pussy and I bucked.
He pulled back a hand and smacked me on the hip.
I squeaked, half delighted and more than a little surprised.
Daddy licked me in random places, and it took several strokes of his tongue to realize he was kissing and licking at my scars. I pulled against the restraints, and he popped me again.
“Be still,” he growled.
I looked up at him, drunk on post-orgasmic bliss, and he studied my face.
Whatever he saw there, he beamed and placed his thumb on the knob sticking out of my channel. I jerked. But my bodily reaction didn’t mix with what my mind and heart wanted. My body reacted like it was Tommy G touching me.
“What is it, Maddie?” Cook asked, sliding a finger from my stretched entrance to the top of my slit.
I thrashed my head from side to side. “Him. Them. No!”
Tommy G. and other faces swam in my mind. Memories of all the times some stranger touched me.
“This is only me touching you now. I’ll be the only one to ever touch you again. Got that?”
Fixing my gaze on him, I searched his face, desperate to be sure it was the truth.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
