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)
Jax continued relentlessly, the leather cracking against my tender flesh again and again. The next stroke caught that sensitive crease where my bottom met my thighs again, and I howled, my voice breaking with the intensity of my pain. The following lash was worse, crossing over several existing welts and igniting a fire that consumed me entirely.
“Daddy… Daddy… please… Daddy… no more, please,” I screamed, my face wet with tears, my body trembling uncontrollably. But Jax kept whipping me, over and over, until I lay completely limp over the pillows.
Abruptly, the lashes stopped. I heard what I thought was Jax setting the belt aside, the buckle clicking atop the dresser, and suddenly the pain transformed. The burning in my bottom seemed to connect directly to my core, sending waves of desperate need crashing through me. I couldn’t believe what was happening—my punishment had ended, but instead of relief, I felt only raging, unbearable arousal.
Suddenly, without any command from Jax, all three men began touching me at once.
Three pairs of hands caressed my burning flesh, exploring, possessing, claiming. The sensation of being touched by three men at once, of being completely overwhelmed by their collective attention, made me whimper with shameful need.
In that moment, everything crystallized with shocking clarity. This was Jax’s true lesson. Not just that pain could become pleasure, but that my entire happiness—my very sense of self—depended on accepting this dark, hungry part of me that craved submission, that needed to be punished and used by my daddy… by my daddies… by these enormous men. The bad girl inside me wasn’t something to be denied or escaped. She was me.
Mateo’s hands cupped my breasts, squeezing them roughly as his thumbs flicked across my nipples. Rudy’s fingers explored between my legs, sliding easily through my embarrassing wetness. Jax’s hands spread my bottom cheeks apart, exposing my most intimate hole to his probing touch.
The triple assault on my senses was overwhelming. I felt myself spiraling toward orgasm with frightening speed, my entire body trembling on the precipice of release.
A sharp beep cut through the haze of sensation. Jax’s watch. I knew instantly what it meant—the sensor between my legs had betrayed me again, alerting my daddies that I was about to come.
Fear shot through me, momentarily eclipsing my arousal. What if I came without permission? Surely Jax would start whipping me again, and I knew I could never bear that.
“Please, Daddy!” I gasped, desperately turning my head to look at Jax. “Please, may I come? I need to come so badly!”
Jax’s gray eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he continued to spread my burning cheeks. “Yes, Little Lulu. You may come. In fact,” he added, his voice dropping to a purr, “you’re going to come so much tonight that you’ll be begging me to stop before we’re done with you.”
The permission unleashed something primal within me. I screamed as the orgasm tore through my body, my pussy clenching violently around Rudy’s thick fingers while Mateo pinched my nipples hard. The climax seemed to go on forever, waves of pleasure crashing through me until I collapsed, trembling and gasping.
But they didn’t stop. Rudy’s fingers continued their relentless assault on my sensitive flesh, circling my clit with expert precision while Mateo’s hands kneaded my breasts roughly. Behind me, I felt Jax’s finger impale the tight bud of my bottom hole, sliding in easily with the help of my own arousal, trickling down from my pussy.
“Again,” Jax commanded, and impossibly, I felt another orgasm building.
“I can’t,” I whimpered, even as my hips moved against Rudy’s hand. “It’s too soon—”
“You can and you will,” Jax said firmly, pressing a second finger into my bottom. “Show your new daddies how well you come.”
The second orgasm hit me harder than the first, making me scream into the bedspread as my entire body convulsed with pleasure. Before I could recover, Jax moved away and I heard the rustle of clothing. Through tear-blurred eyes, I watched as he began to undress, his movements deliberate and unhurried.
Mateo’s hands left my breasts, but I barely had time to register their absence before Rudy’s fingers curved inside me, finding that special spot that made me cry out in helpless ecstasy. I sobbed as a third climax began to build.
“That’s it,” Rudy growled, his voice thick with lust. “Come for Daddy Rudy.”
I came again, my voice breaking on a wail as pleasure coursed through me.
Rudy continued working my oversensitive flesh, his thick fingers moving in and out of my soaking channel while his thumb circled my clit. Jax returned, stroking his enormous, rigid cock in his left hand as he reached out to play with my nipples with his right. I whimpered, overwhelmed by sensation, my body trembling uncontrollably as yet another orgasm approached.
“Please,” I gasped, “I can’t… it’s too soon…”
CHAPTER 19
Jax
“Your daddies will decide that, Little Lulu,” I told my bad girl. “Daddy Rudy, go ahead and take your clothes off. Daddy Mateo, why don’t you finger her little pussy for her?”