Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10

D aniel

I had come to the Institute half-knowing what would happen. What I had seen in Amy’s face on the livestream from her ‘final exam’ had felt dangerous even at the time—knowing as I had, anyway, that I could hop on my plane and be fucking her in a matter of hours, pretty much anytime I wanted. The combination of that troubled look as she experienced the delights of a daddy’s huge, pounding cock with the irresistible curves of her nubile body…

Dangerous.

Dangerous, then. Even more dangerous, now.

I walked down the gravel path across the perfectly manicured lawn, from the Bad Girl Facility to the guesthouse, deep in reflection. Frankly, at this point, a word like incendiary might apply better.

The danger had come to pass, or something like that. I’d managed to lose my heart to a girl I knew, in my head, I was supposed to look at as nothing more than an occasional fuck toy. The kind of girl whose ass you fuck up against the cell block wall, while her fellow inmates look on.

Well, that part at least had proven true, I guessed. What I hadn’t anticipated was how it felt afterward; how very urgent my need to hold her, and make her come again, in my lap, had felt.

I had acted completely on my dominant instinct, and my dominant instinct had said… well, that I was falling in love with Amy.

“Daniel,” Otto called from his table in the sunlit courtyard café, “over here, my friend.”

Friend put it rather more strongly than I felt about Otto, but I went to sit with him happily enough.

“Yours was… Amy, was that it?” he asked me when the gorgeous waitress in her tiny nightgown had poured me a cup of coffee and taken my order for Eggs Benedict.

As she moved away, though, Otto interrupted me before I could even confirm his memory.

“No, Claire,” he told the waitress, “don’t go yet. Come here and bend over, please. That ass is too delightful not to take a closer look at.”

I watched with amusement as the lovely blonde concubine obeyed Otto without hesitation. She moved to the left side of his chair, as he pushed it back from the table, and bent before the tall, aristocratic man who had commanded the embarrassing display. The sweet blush in Claire’s cheeks made the whole scene simply exquisite.

Otto flipped up the hem of Claire’s pale blue babydoll nightgown. She had on, of course, no panties underneath—the Institute’s wise custom so that men like Otto and me could inspect a girl’s pussy and bottom at will. I watched as Otto reached out his hands to part Claire’s delectable little ass cheeks and gaze between them.

“Amy, yes?” he asked, glancing over at me before returning to his study of the waitress’ most intimate secrets. Claire let out a little whimper as Otto ran his fingers gently into her vagina to find the wetness I knew, from experience with Institute concubines, must have gathered at the mention of inspection.

“Yes,” I confirmed. “Amy. Now let Claire go and put my order in. You can bring her back and have her suck your cock after that, if you want, but I’m hungry.”

Amy

Five minutes after Daddy Daniel had given me an earth-shattering climax as he held me tenderly in his lap, I found myself stumbling after Mr. Samuel’s broad back as he led me down the corridor to the showers. My legs felt weak and shaky, my mind still reeling from the intense orgasm Daddy Daniel had given me. The cool air raised goosebumps on my naked skin, reminding me again of my complete powerlessness here.

As we entered the tiled shower room, the harsh fluorescent lights seemed to highlight every curve and imperfection of my body. Mr. Samuel’s dark eyes raked over me, his expression unreadable.

“Alright, bad girl,” he rumbled, his deep voice echoing off the tiles. “Time to get clean. I want you to shower right here in front of me.”

My cheeks blazed with renewed humiliation. “But… can’t I have some privacy?” I asked weakly, already knowing the answer.

Mr. Samuel’s eyebrow arched. “Privacy? You gave up that right when you decided to become a thief. Now get under that showerhead and start washing. Don’t make me tell you twice.”

Mortified, I shuffled over to the nearest showerhead. My hands trembled as I turned on the water, adjusting the temperature. As the warm spray hit my skin, I became acutely aware of Mr. Samuel’s gaze on me. I could almost feel his eyes tracing the path of the water as it cascaded down my body.

I reached for the soap, lathering it between my hands before beginning to wash. As I ran my soapy palms over my body, I became acutely aware of every sensation. The warm water sluiced over my skin, heightening my sensitivity. My breasts felt heavy and tender, my nipples still slightly swollen from Daddy Daniel’s earlier attentions. As I gently cleaned between my legs, I winced at the lingering soreness. My pussy felt raw and well-used, a constant reminder of the intense orgasms I’d experienced.

But it was my bottom that demanded the most attention. The skin felt tight and hot to the touch, still radiating warmth from the thorough paddling I’d received. As I carefully washed between my cheeks, I couldn’t suppress a soft whimper. My anus felt swollen and tender, the muscle loose in a way I’d never experienced before. The soap stung slightly as it made contact with my freshly fucked hole.

Yet beneath the soreness and discomfort, I felt a deep, satisfying ache. My body hummed with a newfound awareness, as if Daddy Daniel’s touch had awakened nerve endings I never knew existed. Each movement sent little shivers of remembered pleasure coursing through me.

I rinsed off, marveling at how different my body felt. It was as if I was inhabiting new skin, more sensitive and alive than ever before. The warm water soothed my tender flesh, and I found myself lingering under the water, almost not caring that Mr. Samuel was watching.

No… I bit my lip as the thought came floating into my mind. Not just not caring. Liking that a huge man is watching me shower. What’s wrong with me?

I turned off the shower and reached for the towel that hung nearby, still acutely aware of every sensation on my skin. The soft terrycloth felt almost abrasive against my flesh. I patted myself dry gently, wincing slightly as the towel brushed over my tender bottom and between my legs.

My body felt both familiar and foreign, as if I had been remade during the night. There was a deep, satisfying ache in my core, a reminder of the intense pleasure I had experienced. Yet that same area also felt raw and slightly sore, as if I had exercised muscles I never knew existed. My breasts felt heavier, my nipples more sensitive as they brushed against the towel.

As I dried my legs, I marveled at how relaxed they seemed, as if all the tension I had been carrying had melted away. Yet there was also a slight tremble in my muscles, a lingering weakness from the intensity of my orgasms.

Surprisingly, once I finished showering and had begun to dry off, Mr. Samuel became talkative. His deep voice resonated off the tiled walls as he fixed me with an intense gaze.

“Listen carefully, girl,” he rumbled, his tone uncharacteristically gentle. “I saw that look in your eyes. The way you melted when Daddy Daniel held you, the way you looked at him as he left… You’re catching feelings for him, aren’t you?”

My cheeks flushed crimson and my eyes dropped to the floor. I hadn’t realized my emotions were so transparent.

Mr. Samuel continued, his voice taking on a note of warning. “You’d best fight those feelings, Amy. Men like Daddy Daniel aren’t here to fall in love. To them, you’re just another bad girl to use and discard.”

His words sent a painful jolt through my chest, but a part of me rebelled against them. Surely what I felt with Daddy Daniel was real? The tenderness in his touch, the way he held me afterward…

“I know it’s hard to hear,” Mr. Samuel said. “But trust me, I’ve seen it happen too many times. These rich men come here to play out their fantasies, not to find a live-in fuck toy, let alone a wife. You’re only gonna end up hurt if you let yourself believe otherwise.”

I bit my lip, fighting back tears.

Mr. Samuel’s dark eyes bored into mine, his expression stern yet tinged with an unexpected softness. “I’m gonna help you learn your place, girl,” he said, his deep voice rumbling through the tiled room. “Put that towel on the floor in front of me and kneel on it.”

My heart raced as I processed his words. Part of me wanted to refuse, to run away, but I knew that wasn’t an option. With trembling hands, I laid the damp towel at Mr. Samuel’s feet and slowly lowered myself onto it. The cold tiles beneath the thin terrycloth sent a shiver through my naked body.

“Good girl,” Mr. Samuel murmured, his massive frame looming over me. “Now, I’m going to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours. And you’re gonna take it like the good little cock slut you are. You need to understand how your needs and the mission of this facility line up perfectly.”

I whimpered softly, a confusing mix of fear and arousal coursing through me. Mr. Samuel’s hand moved to his fly, the sound of his zipper echoing off the shower room walls. My eyes widened as he pulled out his cock—it was enormous, thicker and longer than any I’d ever seen, the dark skin dramatically different from my pale complexion.

“Open up, Amy,” he commanded, his voice low and dangerous. “Show me how eager you are to please.”

Trembling, I parted my lips, telling myself that he would whip me if I didn’t—that I had no choice at all.

Mr. Samuel’s massive hands tangled in my hair, holding me in place as he began to thrust into my mouth. The sheer size of him stretched my lips painfully wide, his shaft filling my oral cavity completely. I gagged as the swollen head hit the back of my throat, tears springing to my eyes.

“That’s it, you little cocksucker,” Mr. Samuel growled, his hips pumping rhythmically. “Take it all like a good whore.”

His crude words sent an unwelcome jolt of arousal through my body. I whimpered around his girth, struggling to breathe through my nose as he used my mouth for his pleasure.

“You love this, don’t you?” he taunted, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through me. “Having your throat stuffed full of cock? Bet you can’t wait to service all the other guards too.”

I wanted to shake my head, to deny his filthy accusations, but I couldn’t move. His iron grip on my hair held me firmly in place as he fucked my face with increasing urgency.

“Such a hungry little slut,” Mr. Samuel continued, “and already such a good fuck toy.”

His massive cock plunged in and out of my mouth relentlessly, stretching my jaw to its limits. His thick shaft filled me completely, the musky scent of his arousal overwhelming my senses. With each brutal thrust, his engorged head hit the back of my throat, making me gag and struggle for air.

“That’s it,” he growled, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Take it all like a bad girl.”

Tears streamed down my face as I fought to accommodate his enormous girth. My tongue pressed against the underside of his shaft, feeling every ridge and vein as he used my mouth for his pleasure. The salty taste of his pre-cum coated my tongue, a visceral reminder of my submission.

As Mr. Samuel continued to fuck my face with punishing force, his words from earlier echoed in my mind. The warning about Daddy Daniel, about not catching feelings… It clashed violently with the tender moments I had shared with him, the way he had held me so gently after thoroughly using my body.

But even as I tried to cling to those softer memories, I couldn’t deny the growing heat between my legs. My pussy clenched with each thrust of Mr. Samuel’s cock down my throat, a primal part of me responding to the raw dominance he exerted over me.

“You need this, don’t you, Amy?” Mr. Samuel taunted, his hips flashing back and forth as he drove toward his release.

I tried to shake my head, and I felt the restraint of the strong hand in my hair like a jolt of need shooting through my body. The very attempt to deny the awful words only seemed to demonstrate their truth.

Mr. Samuel grunted, his huge erection jerking in my mouth as I felt his hot cum pulse down my throat. He held himself in deep, making me take all of it.

“You may not like what you just learned,” his voice rumbled out as he pulled his softening penis from between my lips. “But I know you learned it all the same, Amy.”