Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 33048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
“You’re mine, Amelia,” he whispers.
“I’m yours, Daddy.”
“Are you ready for Daddy to fuck your pretty cunt?”
“Yes, Sir.” My voice trembles.
“Lie back for me. Legs as wide as you can spread them.”
I swing my feet around in front of me and lower onto my back, parting my knees wide. At least the chains aren’t tugging on my tortured flesh in this position, but I hope he’s going to remove the clamps soon.
Daddy’s hands come to my breasts. He cups and squeezes them. “I’m going to remove these two clamps first at the same time. You’re going to stay perfectly still like a good girl.”
“Yes, Sir.” I hold my breath. It’s going to hurt. I know this from watching other people at the club.
The moment Daddy removes the clamps from my titties, I scream. The burning pain is intense. My pussy throbs with need at the same time because I’m obviously a bigger masochist than I knew.
Before I can catch my breath, Daddy suddenly yanks the clamp from my clit. Less than a second later, he thrusts into me to the hilt.
I fist the sheets at my sides, but I can’t breathe. I can’t even focus. So many sensations are bombarding me all at once. The pain is almost more than I can bear. Most people wouldn’t be able to. But my cunt… So full. So tight.
The moment Daddy pulls out and slams back into me, I come unexpectedly and hard. I scream again as the waves of pleasure wash through me. My pussy grips Daddy’s cock so hard I wonder how he can move. I’m gripping him tighter than I ever imagined possible.
I come so hard and so long that I’m pretty sure one becomes another and then a third. Daddy pumps himself in and out of me the entire time, fucking me senseless, scrambling my thoughts.
It doesn’t take long for him to give one final thrust as deep as he can reach. He growls as his own release pumps his come into my tight channel.
My powerful, dominant Daddy’s arms are shaking as he comes, and I love it. I love the balance of power, the fact that I’m at his mercy to decide when and where and how I get to orgasm, while he’s at my mercy, too, because his own releases will be fueled by mine.
He loves me, and I love him fiercely in return.
He’s panting as he looks down at me, but he’s smiling like he’s won the lottery. If I could speak, I would tell him I’m the lucky one, but I’m a limp noodle unable to lift a single limb.
When Daddy finally pulls out of me, he immediately grabs a diaper, tucks it under me, and folds it up around me.
I giggle.
“What’s so funny, Baby girl?”
“You really like to leave your come dripping out of me.”
“Yep.”
“That’s such a caveman move.”
“So is making you wander around without a shirt. Do you have a problem with it?” He’s chuckling.
“No, Sir.”
He bends down to kiss my lips. “When I fuck you, Amelia, I want you to remember it for a while. I want your pussy to ache and my come to leak out of you.”
“Yes, Sir,” I breathe out, shuddering at his filthy words.
He brings a knee between my legs and presses his thigh against my diapered pussy. “Feel that, Baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy. I feel everything.”
He beams at me. “How did you like the clamps?”
“They hurt.”
He chuckles again, kisses me again, and then nuzzles my neck. “You like it when I make you hurt.”
I nod. “Yes, Sir.”
“It’s fucking hot, Amelia.”
I sigh. I’m glad he thinks so because I never want him to stop surprising me, hurting me, using the pain to make my orgasms stronger.
Daddy drops onto a hip beside me, uncaring that his still-erect cock is resting against my hip. He threads our fingers together, and lifts my hand up so he can stare at the ring he put on me. “You’re mine.”
“Yes, Daddy. There was never any doubt.”
He kisses each of my fingers so sweetly it’s hard to believe this same man clamped my titties and my clit just a short time ago and told me to endure the pain.
I can’t stop smiling because I’m so happy.
“Such a good girl,” he praises as he lowers my hand and begins to gently stroke my nipples. “Do they still hurt?” He bends forward to kiss them reverently.
“It’s a dull pain now,” I whisper.
“And your pretty clit? How does it feel?”
“Crusty because your come is drying on it,” I tease, giggling.
He pinches one of my nipples hard enough to make me gasp. “Naughty, sassy girl.”
I giggle more. “Your naughty, sassy girl.”
“That’s right, Amelia. All mine.”
Chapter Sixteen
I’m slightly nervous on Monday morning when Daddy takes me to the daycare. What if the other Littles don’t like me? What if I get lonely or sad? I haven’t been away from him for over a week. I’m not sure I’m ready for this.