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)
“This is your tasting harness,” he explained, holding it up for my inspection. “It’s going to keep those pretty legs spread wide so Daddy can enjoy his treat properly.”
My face burned with humiliation as he fitted the straps around my thighs and the back of my neck. I whimpered as he pulled on the straps to tighten them, pulling my knees up nearly to my breasts. The soft leather hugged my skin almost comfortingly, a terrible contrast with the complete revelation of my private places. I couldn’t lower my legs at all—the harness held them firmly raised, displaying everything Jax had just shaved bare.
“Put your hands behind your head,” he murmured. When I obeyed, swallowing hard, Jax clipped my wrists together. “So that Little Lulu can’t get in Daddy’s way, no matter how embarrassed she gets,” he explained.
Then he stepped back and regarded me from above, so high that it made my tummy flip.
“Perfect,” he pronounced. “Little Lulu’s pussy is all ready for Daddy to taste.”
I turned my face away, unable to watch as he lowered himself to the bed. His strong hands took hold of the backs of my knees and spread them wide, opening me so that I felt like an orange or a tangerine being spread in the rough hands of a hungry man. Jax’s handsome face hovered between my spread thighs. The first touch of his tongue against my newly bare flesh made me jerk in surprise and helpless pleasure, and I let out a tiny, questioning cry. Without the barrier of hair, every sensation felt amplified, more immediate. He licked me slowly, deliberately, as if savoring a delicacy.
“Mmm,” he hummed against me, the vibration sending shivers up my spine. “So sweet. Daddy’s little girl tastes like honey.”
His strong hands gripped the backs of my thighs firmly, holding me steady as his tongue explored every newly exposed inch of me. I bit my lip hard, determined not to make a sound, but when he found my clit and sucked it gently between his lips, a helpless moan escaped me.
“There’s my good girl,” he praised, looking up at me with eyes dark with desire. “Don’t fight it. Let Daddy hear how much you love his tongue on your pretty little pussy.”
His mouth returned to its task with renewed vigor, licking and sucking with expert precision. Despite my best efforts to remain detached, my hips began to move against his face, seeking more pressure, more friction. I hated myself for it, but I couldn’t stop.
“You’re getting so wet,” he observed, sliding a finger inside me while his tongue continued to circle my clit. “Your pussy is practically dripping for Daddy.”
He added a second finger, stretching me in a way that made me gasp. The mixed sensations of his fingers pumping inside me and his tongue on my most sensitive spot were building a pressure I couldn’t fight. My breathing grew ragged as I approached the edge.
“Daddy’s cock is so big right now,” he murmured against my flesh. “It’s throbbing to be inside this tight little pussy. After your whipping, Daddy’s going to fuck you very hard.”
The news of my daddy’s arousal, combined with the relentless attention of his mouth, pushed me even closer to climax.
“Please,” I whimpered, no longer caring about my dignity. “Please, Daddy, I need—”
Jax pulled his face away abruptly, leaving me trembling on the edge of release. His mouth glistened with my arousal as he gazed down at me, his eyes hard.
“There’s no chance you’re going to come before your whipping, Little Lulu,” he said, his voice firm, but tinged with amusement at my desperation. “Bad girls don’t get to feel good until they’ve been properly punished.”
I whimpered, my body aching with unfulfilled need. The sudden absence of his mouth left me feeling hollow, desperate. My hips instinctively arched upward, seeking contact that was no longer there.
“Please,” I gasped, forgetting my resolve to resist him. “I’m so close.”
His hand came down in a sharp slap against my exposed pussy, making me yelp in surprise and pain. The sting radiated outward, somehow intensifying my arousal even as tears sprang to my eyes.
“I’ve decided you need to feel my belt,” Jax announced. He gestured to the dresser, where I noticed for the first time a coiled length of black leather. I felt my forehead crease hard as I looked back up at him, my heart quailing at the stern look in his eyes. “To make sure you learn your lesson and understand completely the rule about bad girls only getting fucked with a sore bottom.”
“First, let’s get you out of this,” he said, beginning to unbuckle the tasting harness. His fingers worked quickly, releasing the straps that had held me so terribly open. As each restraint fell away, I instinctively tried to close my legs, but Jax’s hand on my inner thigh stopped me.