Page 21 of A Bad Girl's Needs

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.”

Friendput 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.Likingthat 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…

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