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To my dismay, I felt a familiar heat building between my thighs as Victor, Reggie, and Lawrence looked Jenna and me over. Their eyes roamed our bodies, taking in every detail of our debauched state. I squirmed under their scrutiny, acutely aware of how helpless I was to stop them from looking.

“My, my,” Victor purred, his gaze lingering on the glistening evidence of my arousal. “Looks like these little sluts have been thoroughly used already. But I bet they’re still hungry for more, aren’t they?”

I whimpered, unable to deny the truth in his words. Despite the multiple intense orgasms I’d already experienced, I felt my body responding to their lewd comments and hungry stares. My nipples tightened beneath the lace of my teddy, and I could feel a fresh wave of moisture gathering between my thighs.

“Oh, I’m sure they are,” Reggie chuckled, his eyes fixed on Jenna’s well-used ass. “Look at how red and swollen that little hole is. Bet it’s still quivering from Otto’s big cock, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

Jenna whimpered in response, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of pink. I watched as she unconsciously clenched her abused muscles, drawing a collective groan of appreciation from the assembled men.

“And this one,” Lawrence said, turning his attention to me. His evaluating gaze traveled my exposed body, making me shiver. “This one looks like she could use a good, hard fucking. What do you say, Daniel? Shall we take turns with her tight little pussy?”

My heart raced at his words, a confusing mixture of fear and arousal coursing through me. Part of me wanted to protest, to curl up and hide from their hungry stares. But another part, a part I was still struggling to understand, felt a thrill at the idea of being used by all these powerful men.

Daddy Daniel’s hand came to rest on the small of my back, his touch both possessive and oddly comforting. “As tempting as that sounds, Lawrence,” he said, his voice low and smooth,“I’m afraid we’ll have to save that particular pleasure for another time. Miss Frieda will be here to collect Amy and Jenna any minute now.”

I felt a strange pang in my chest at his words. Disappointment at being denied more pleasure warred with relief that I wouldn’t be subjected to further use tonight. But underlying it all was a warmth that spread through me as Daddy Daniel continued speaking.

“Besides,” he said, his hand moving to cup my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze, “this little slut has already given me so much pleasure tonight. She’s been such a good girl, taking my cock so beautifully and coming on command like the obedient fuck toy she is.”

He sighed, turning his eyes back to Lawrence.

“But she needs a lot of cock. Be sure to fuck her as soon as you get the chance.”

CHAPTER 16

Daniel

I had to leave the next morning to get to a meeting in Dubai. I debated asking Miss Frieda, when she came to fetch Amy and Jenna, to leave Amy with me for the night. As the lovely trainer swept in, the hem of her nightgown moving seductively over her upper thighs, though, I remembered the look I had seen in Amy’s eyes, right after I had recommended to my college classmate Lawrence Grell that he should fuck Amy as soon as he could.

The conflict I had noticed in the muscles around those beautiful chocolate orbs had made my heart jump; I had seen in that moment that my bad girl had started to develop feelings for me. I had also seen, though, without needing Miss Frieda’s precisely calibrated data gathering, that—despite everything I had already put her through that evening—Amy Pizzarelli’s adorable, thrillingly hairless pussy had just clenched.

Our bad girls have very particular needs.That sentence featured prominently in the leather-covered binder that lay on the desk in my sumptuous room.

If I requested Amy for the night, held her in my arms until she fell asleep, I knew it would make both of us feel good—for the moment. I didn’t have any doubt that Miss Frieda, Mr. Samuel, and the rest of the highly trained staff of the Bad Girls Facility, not to mention the other daddies, would ensure that Amy didn’t pine for me, either. She might carry a little torch for me somewhere in her heart, but her rehabilitation depended on her learning the urgency and the crucial importance of her need to submit to many men.

My heart was the one on the line. I watched Amy and Jenna take off their sweet, lacy teddies and put them in the laundry basket Miss Frieda showed them. I almost called out to the trainer, to instruct that Amy be brought to my room. I thought, if I did, Miss Frieda would probably impose the restriction that I not use Amy’s pussy or bottom; she would need a couple of days to recover, I felt sure, and the Institute was very good at keeping their bad girls healthy. My yearning to hold my naughty slut, though, had a much more tender inclination.

And if I really need to come,I thought, I’ll have her mouth.

That idea stiffened my cock instantly, despite how thoroughly satisfied the evening’s session had made me. The little fantasy arose irresistibly in my mind: waking Amy in the early morning, right before I had to leave for the Institute’s little airport… pushing her tousled, still half-asleep head downward… hearing the little whimper of mingled protest and desire she would let out as I made her take my hardness between her lips… holding her head and fucking her face gently until I left her with a final helping of my warm seed in her sweet tummy…

My lips parted, and again I almost spoke to Miss Frieda. The trainer made Amy and Jenna kneel in front of me and Otto where we had returned to our easy chairs.

“Thank you for punishing me and using me, Daddy,” Amy said, her eyes downcast as she knew they must be.

I put out my hand and lifted her chin. She raised her eyes to mine, a bewitching little smile on her face. An answering smile came onto my face; I couldn’t have kept it from showing even if I’d wanted to.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” I replied. “Thank you for your obedience. I’m leaving early tomorrow, and you won’t see me for a while.”

That same conflict appeared in Amy’s face: the clear affection for me, but also the growing knowledge that even if she could have belonged solely to me, she would still have needed more.

I had one final impulse to request her for the night, but I suddenly felt absolutely sure that if I did I would put myself in the gravest danger of my life, emotionally speaking. I accepted on an intellectual level that my sweet bad girl couldn’t belong to me, but my heart refused to cooperate.

“That’s too bad, Daddy,” she said, her brow furrowing slightly. “You’ll come back, though?”

Even if I tried to stay away, I knew I would fail miserably.

“Yes,” I told her. “I’ll come back to use you again.”

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