Chapter 22

CHAPTER 22

D aniel

With one powerful thrust, I buried myself completely inside Amy’s delectable sheath. She cried out; on her face I could see both her need and her discomfort at the sudden fullness. Her back arched off the desk and her hips bucked upward as if to take me even deeper. In her eyes I saw that the feeling of my thick shaft stretching her little pussy, combined with the plug still firmly lodged in her bottom, was almost too much to bear—and yet my sweet bad girl still wanted more.

I set what I knew represented a punishing pace, my hips slamming against Amy’s with each thrust. The desk creaked beneath us, the sound somehow making me even harder, as if my cock wanted to challenge the firmness of the solid hardwood—as if my body wanted to demonstrate that even oak stood no chance against my burning need to dominate my bad girl.

I had gotten maybe an hour of sleep on my private jet as I raced down the coast to arrive at the time Miss Frieda had specified in her message.

Hi, Mr. O’Hara! Amy’s assessment team is ninety percent sure that you’re what she’s fixated on. In the interest of her rehabilitation, we’re willing to sell her contract to you for fifty percent of her estimated market value. We’d set the condition that, with appropriate logistical assistance from the Institute as necessary, you make a good-faith effort to meet Amy’s need for multiple partners.

You’d have to be here at the facility by eight a.m. I hate to pressure a platinum elite client like yourself, but I need your answer within the hour, or we’ll have to go in a different direction with Amy.

Miss Frieda had attached the contract, including the eye-popping price, which I nonetheless thought more than fair for what I would get in acquiring Amy as my concubine. I had texted my pilot, just to make sure she could get me to the Institute in time, and then I had replied.

Thanks, Frieda. Wiring funds now. See you in the morning.

I looked up from Amy’s sweet, wide brown eyes to meet Miss Frieda’s much calmer green ones as across her desk from me she held my bad girl’s knees so high and wide that Amy’s pussy opened under me like a blossoming flower. The facility warden—the role Miss Frieda had clearly decided to play—had a stern expression on her face, clearly meant for Amy; when the girl raised her eyes to Miss Frieda’s face, she would see authority. My claiming of her represented another part of Amy’s punishment for her misdeeds, even as it also rewarded her for her progress.

I lowered my eyes all the way until I could take in the thrilling view of my hardness driving in and out of the velvet sheath of Amy’s sweet, hairless vagina. When my gaze traveled up again, over her curves, past her big, bouncing breasts, to her adorable face, I could see from the pink in Amy’s cheeks that she had watched me enjoying the lewd sight of our bodies’ joining, and found it both shameful and arousing.

With a smile on my face even as I heard low grunts of satisfaction come, animal-like, from my chest, I reached out my hands to take firm hold of her gorgeous breasts. Amy cried out, her whole body shuddering.

“Oh, God…” she moaned. “Oh, Daddy… Daddy… may I… please… please…”

“No,” I told her. “You’ll come after your gangbang, if you’re a good girl.”

Amy

I felt completely sure that I was going to come anyway. Just the feeling of my daddy’s hands on my breasts, along with Miss Frieda’s firm, restraining grip on the backs of my knees—together of course with the tormenting pain-pleasure that raged between my thighs and my bottom cheeks—I knew it would happen, and I didn’t care, even if it meant they would whip my backside until I couldn’t walk comfortably for a month.

Then, as if Daddy Daniel had some kind of direct connection to the sensor between my legs, he pulled his huge penis out of me. I let out a forlorn, beseeching cry. I heard Miss Frieda say, “How do you want her?”

Daddy Daniel said, “On her knees. I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth and come on that beautiful face.”

Distantly I watched him take a step back, into the center of the Persian rug that dominated Miss Frieda’s office.

Miss Frieda said, “Excellent. Amy, dear, I’ll help you.”

I whimpered as Miss Frieda helped me off the desk, my legs trembling beneath me. The massive plug in my bottom shifted with each movement, sending terrible jolts of sensation through my core. Miss Frieda guided me to kneel before Daddy Daniel, her grip firm but not unkind.

Daddy Daniel stood before me, his impressive cock glistening with my arousal. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from it, my mouth watering at the sight. He reached out, tangling his fingers in my hair and guiding my face toward his lap.

“Open wide, you little slut,” he commanded, his voice low and husky.

I obeyed without hesitation, parting my lips eagerly. Daddy Daniel wasted no time, pushing his thick shaft past my lips and into the warm cavern of my mouth. I moaned around him, the taste of my own arousal mingling with his masculine flavor on my tongue.

Daddy Daniel began to move, fucking my face with long, deep strokes. I relaxed my throat, taking him as deep as I could. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I fought my gag reflex, determined to please him.

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

I looked up at him through watery eyes, my heart swelling at the pride and desire I saw in his gaze. Even as he used my mouth for his pleasure, I felt a deep sense of belonging, of rightness. This was where I was meant to be—on my knees, serving my daddy.

Miss Frieda’s voice cut through the haze of my arousal. “Remember, Amy,” she said sternly, “to show your gratitude. Daddy Daniel has not only claimed you as his own bad girl, but he’s also allowing you to receive the cocks of other men. This is a great privilege.”

I whimpered around Daddy Daniel’s thick shaft, overwhelmed by the conflicting emotions her words stirred in me. I absolutely wanted to belong to Daddy Daniel. The part of me that knew that didn’t want to think about being used by multiple men. Beneath it all, though, another part, a deep, dark part, couldn’t deny the shameful excitement that coursed through me at the prospect.

Daddy Daniel’s thrusts became more erratic, his breathing growing ragged. With a low groan, he pulled his cock from my mouth. I barely had time to close my eyes before I felt the first warm splash of his seed on my face. Rope after rope of my daddy’s essence painted my cheeks, my forehead, my lips. I kept my mouth open, catching what I could on my tongue, savoring the salty taste of him.

When he finished, Daddy Daniel stepped back, as if admiring his artistry in claiming me in that obscene way. “Look at me, Amy,” he commanded.

I opened my eyes, blinking away the tears and semen that clung to my lashes. Daddy Daniel’s expression was one of satisfaction and possessiveness as he gazed down at me, his cock still half-hard and glistening.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. Then, his tone growing firmer, he added, “Now, it’s time for you to prepare for your gangbang. Miss Frieda will get you ready. Remember, you’re to please these men as thoroughly as you’ve pleased me. Show them what a good fuck toy you can be.”

I nodded, my heart racing with a mixture of fear and anticipation. “Yes, Daddy,” I whispered.

Miss Frieda helped me to my feet. The massive plug in my bottom served as a constant reminder of Daddy Daniel’s claim on me, even as I knew I must prepare myself to serve other men’s pleasure. On shaky legs, I followed Miss Frieda out of the office.

“You need to be prepared for tonight,” Miss Frieda explained as we walked. “The gangbang will take place in the Hall of Pleasure at the guesthouse. Six daddies will be there to use you thoroughly.”

My heart raced at her words, a mixture of fear and shameful excitement coursing through me. Part of me still wanted to protest, to beg to belong only to Daddy Daniel. But I knew that wasn’t an option. This was part of my rehabilitation, part of becoming the good girl—the good fuck toy—that Daddy Daniel wanted me to be. Much as it still made the heat come into my face, my needs were my needs. I couldn’t push back the surge of gratitude I felt that, apparently by breaking the law, I had had them uncovered and fulfilled, as difficult an ordeal as it had been, and would clearly continue to be.

All day I wore the punishment plug. It seemed to fill me completely, even the slightest movements of my muscles a reminder of Daddy Daniel’s claim on me, ownership of me. Every twitch sent distracting sensations through my body, making it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything else. As I sat gingerly on the hard plastic chair in the cafeteria, I could feel the other girls’ eyes on me, their whispers barely audible over the clinking of utensils and the low hum of conversation.

“Look at Amy,” I heard Megan whisper to Jenna. “That plug is huge. What do you think she did to deserve that?”

Jenna’s eyes widened as she glanced my way. “I don’t know, but it must have been bad. Maybe she tried to escape?”

I kept my gaze fixed on my tray, pushing the bland food around with my fork. The shame of their speculation burned hot in my cheeks, but beneath it, I feel a perverse thrill.

Let them wonder, let them imagine what depraved acts I’ve committed or will commit. They have no idea of the intensity of what I’ve experienced, of the depths of submission I’ve plumbed.

In the rec room later, I tried to lose myself in a book, but the constant pressure of the plug made it impossible to focus on the words. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, acutely aware of how the movement must look to the others.

Zoe and Lila were playing cards nearby, but I could feel their eyes on me every few minutes. Finally, Zoe’s curiosity got the better of her.

“Hey, Amy,” she called out, her voice pitched low. “What’s the deal with the plug? Are you in trouble or something?”

I looked up, meeting her gaze. For a moment, I considered lying, but what would be the point? They’d find out soon enough, wouldn’t they? “I’m… I’m being prepared for something,” I said vaguely, my voice barely above a whisper.

Lila leaned in, her eyes wide. “Prepared? For what?”

I swallowed hard, the reality of what awaited me tonight suddenly overwhelming. “A… a gangbang,” I admitted, the words feeling strange on my tongue.

Their gasps of shock and awe made me squirm, the plug shifting inside me. The whispers started up again, more furious than before. I caught snatches of their conversation—‘lucky bitch’ and ‘I wonder how many’ and ‘do you think she’ll be able to walk afterward?’

Their words should have made me feel ashamed, some remaining old-fashioned part of my mind said. They should have made me want to crawl into a hole and disappear. Instead, I felt a perverse sense of pride.

Miss Frieda walked in at that moment. “Amy,” she said, “it’s time. Come with me.”

Blushing fiercely, and trying to keep my face free of the new wince every step brought, I rose and went to the trainer.

“Wait,” I heard Zoe say. “Is Amy…”

“Is she the only one going to the guesthouse, Miss Frieda?” Lila finished, her voice full of badly masked disappointment.

“Yes, girls,” Miss Frieda said, her tone stern and decisive. “Tonight only Amy gets the daddies’ cocks in her.”