Page 40 of A Bad Girl's Needs

Because I want to be his good girl.

CHAPTER 20

Amy

It went on for what seemed like a whole hour. Every time I got close to orgasm, my lower body spasming, my clenching bottom cheeks bringing the lingering reminder of my whipping in the shower and only heightening my unsatisfied need, the release so close I could taste it… the buzzing would hold me just there for long minutes as I cried out with helpless almost-pleasure. Then it would suddenly stop, and I would sob with frustration as my body, helplessly bound in the awful adjuster, began to grow quiet, until the tormenting process began again.

I lost count of the number of times they edged me… the assessors, I felt certain, whoever they were, watching in some control booth deep underground, turning a knob with scientific precision in order to…

To adjust me.

I knew what it meant—of course I knew, deep down, and the knowledge only got stronger as the terrible ordeal of forced pleasure and sudden denial continued. Daddy Daniel:my fixation on him had created this ‘impasse.’ I had found an entirely new way to be bad, hadn’t I?

After an eternity of the edging, whoever’s fingers were twisting the control decided to do something different: a low-level vibration, gently moving up and down in intensity almost like a wave on a protected beach. It felt soothing, after a while, and above all it let my exhaustion finally take hold, so that I drifted off to sleep at last.

I awoke sometime later, disoriented and groggy. The low vibration between my legs had intensified, pulling me from my fitful sleep. My body felt heavy and sluggish, weighed down by exhaustion and the unyielding embrace of the adjuster.

As consciousness slowly returned, I became newly aware of the deep ache in my core. The constant stimulation, even at its lowest setting, had kept my arousal simmering throughout the night. Now, as the vibrations increased in intensity once again, that simmering need quickly came to an even fiercer boil than the adjuster had brought out in me before I slept.

I whimpered softly, squirming against the mattress. The movement caused the fabric between my legs to shift, pressing the vibrating nodule more firmly against my sensitive flesh. A gasp escaped my lips as pleasure shot through me, my hips bucking involuntarily.

The sudden surge of sensation brought with it a vivid dream-memory: Daddy Daniel’s strong hands on my body, his voice low and commanding in my ear. In my mind’s eye, I could see him so clearly—his ice-blue eyes dark with desire, his muscular form looming over me.

“Please, Daddy,” I whispered into the darkness of my cell, my voice hoarse and desperate. “Please let me come.”

As the vibrations intensified, pulsing against my aching clit, more fragments of the vivid dream came flooding back. I gasped as the memories washed over me, so real I could almost feel Daddy Daniel’s touch…

We stood in a vast, ethereal space that seemed to stretch infinitely in all directions. Swirling nebulae and glittering stars surrounded us, bathing everything in soft, otherworldly light. Beneath our feet was a shimmering surface like polished obsidian, reflecting the cosmic beauty above.

Daddy Daniel’s powerful form was silhouetted against this celestial backdrop, his blue eyes blazing with an inner fire that made my knees weak. He held a whip in one hand, the braided leather seeming to glow with an inner light of its own.

“Turn around, Amy,” he commanded, his voice resonating through my very being. “Present that naughty bottom for punishment.”

I obeyed without hesitation, bending at the waist and arching my back to offer my bare bottom to him. The cool air of this cosmic realm caressed my exposed skin, making me shiver in anticipation.

The first crack of the whip sent shockwaves through my body. I cried out, the sound echoing strangely in the vast space. But the pain transformed almost instantly into pleasure, radiating outward from the point of impact. Each subsequent lash built upon the last, until my entire being seemed radiant with the energy my daddy had decided to give me.

The whip cracked against my upturned bottom again and again, each lash sending waves of exquisite sensation coursing through me. The pain blurred seamlessly into pleasure, until I could no longer distinguish between the two. My cries echoed in the vast cosmic expanse surrounding us, mingling with the distant song of the stars.

“Such a good girl,” Daddy Daniel purred, his voice seeming to reverberate through my very being. “Taking your punishment so beautifully.”

I felt his large hand caress my heated flesh, soothing the marks left by his whip. The gentle touch was almost more than I could bear after the intensity of the lashing. I whimpered, pressing back against his palm, silently begging for more.

“Please, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need. “I need you inside me.”

A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. “Do you now?” he murmured, his fingers trailing teasingly along the curve of my bottom. “And what makes you think you deserve my cock, little one?”

Before I could respond, I felt the blunt head of his massive shaft pressing against my entrance. I gasped, my body tensing in anticipation. Daddy Daniel gripped my hips firmly, holding me in place as he began to push inside.

In the cosmic temple of my dream, my daddy fucked me brutally, pounding my whipped bottom with his muscular lap, driving his enormous cock so deep inside me I thought I could feel it in my throat. I came, and came, and came until it felt as if I had become a being made entirely of pleasure and joy and love.

But Daddy Daniel wasn’t here. There was only the relentless buzz of the adjuster, bringing me to the edge of orgasm over and over again, never quite allowing me to tumble over that precipice. Tears of frustration welled in my eyes as I writhed helplessly on the narrow bed. My muscles strained against the unyielding fabric of the straitjacket, desperate for even a moment of freedom.

The vibrations intensified further, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I cried out, my back arching off the mattress as I teetered on the brink of release. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, when I was certain I would finally be granted the sweet relief of orgasm, the stimulation abruptly ceased.

I sobbed in frustration, my hips grinding fruitlessly against the now-still fabric between my legs. The sudden absence of sensation left me feeling hollow and desperate. My pussy clenched around nothing, aching to be filled.

“Please,” I whimpered again, though I knew my pleas fell on deaf ears. “Please, I’ll be good. I promise I’ll be good.”

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