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)
“Please,” I sobbed, though I had no idea whether I was begging him to stop or to give me more. My body had become divorced from my mind, responding to him with a will of its own.
“Please what, Little Lulu?” Jax demanded, his fingers circling my clit with maddening precision.
I couldn’t answer. Couldn’t admit what I wanted. This had to stop. I had to get away before I lost myself completely.
I need to escape, I thought desperately. This place, these men, this entire situation—it was dangerous in ways that went beyond the physical. My very identity was at stake.
But even as I made this resolution, I felt my orgasm building, unstoppable as a tidal wave. Since I was going to escape anyway, why not let myself enjoy this one last time? The perverse logic made perfect sense in my muddled state.
“I’m going to come,” I whimpered, surrendering to the dual sensations of his cock and the plug filling me so completely.
“Not until I say so,” Jax growled, slowing his pace to an agonizing crawl. “Little Lulu isn’t going to come with a cock in her pussy tonight.”
CHAPTER 14
Louisa
“What?” I gasped, feeling a sudden emptiness as Jax withdrew completely from my vagina. Before I could process what was happening, I felt his fingers at my bottom, grasping the base of the plug.
“This is what happens to very bad girls,” he said, his voice a dangerous purr as he slowly pulled the plug from my anus. The sensation of it sliding out made me whimper, leaving me feeling strangely empty and exposed.
That emptiness didn’t last long. I felt something much larger pressing against my virgin hole, and I realized with a surge of panic what was about to happen.
“No, please,” I begged, struggling against my restraints even as I felt how my body needed it, as uncomfortable and humiliating as it was. “I can’t take that there, it’s too big!”
“Shh,” Jax soothed, one hand stroking my lower back while the other positioned his cock. “Bad girls take what their daddies give them, where their daddies want to give it. Ask for it, Little Lulu.”
I remembered suddenly what he had said a few minutes earlier, about why I needed punishment for having enjoyed having his business associates inspect me, fondle me, taste me: not because I had done something wrong, but because I felt I had. I had accepted it without thinking, because the truth of the idea had seemed so obvious to me, as perverse as I could see it really was. My forehead creased hard as I realized this moment represented that same logic. I needed this, because… because I was a bad, bad girl.
“Please, Daddy,” I whispered.
With one powerful thrust, he breached the tight ring of muscle. Pain shot through me, sharp and immediate, forcing a scream from my throat. I felt utterly violated, punished in the most intimate way possible—and yet I knew I had earned it, and a part of me helplessly wanted it.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he pushed deeper. “Take Daddy’s cock in your tight little bottom. This is what naughty girls get.”
Tears streamed down my face as he began to move, establishing a rhythm that felt both punishing and possessive. Each thrust seemed to say, you are mine. All of you belongs to me. You will become my good bad girl. The burn gradually subsided, replaced by a terrible, forbidden fullness.
“You feel that?” Jax asked, his hips driving forward relentlessly. “This is how Daddy disciplines his bad girl. In the place she thought she could keep private.”
I sobbed over the stool, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation and the utter helplessness of my position. This was more than just a physical claiming—it was a statement of complete ownership, and of Jax’s intention to reform me, as shameful as his methods would have to be.
Just when I thought I couldn’t bear any more, when I felt thoroughly punished and utterly conquered, Jax’s hand slid beneath me. His fingers found my clit with unerring precision, circling the sensitive bud with expert pressure.
“Oh!” I gasped, my body jerking in surprise as pleasure suddenly shot through me, tangling with the overwhelming sensations from behind.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, never slowing his thrusts into my bottom. “Good girls come while Daddy fucks their tight little asses.”
His fingers worked magic on my clit, building a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. When the first orgasm hit me, it crashed through my body with shocking force. I screamed, my muscles clenching around his invading cock, which only seemed to intensify both the pleasure and the sense of violation.
“Again,” Jax commanded, his fingers speeding up.
Jax worked his fingers relentlessly against my clit, his cock driving deep into my virgin bottom. The orgasms came in waves, each one more intense than the last, my body convulsing around his invading hardness as I screamed and sobbed. The humiliation of coming this way, from having my bottom fucked, burned through me like fire, yet I couldn’t stop the pleasure from overwhelming me.