Page 121 of Their Perfect Daddy

Why do I want to curl into a ball and cry, yet I want to be fucked within an inch of my life? How does that make any sense?

“Shhhh. It’s ok, baby.” Daddy pulls me up to sit in his lap. I can feel our princess move away, but then he’s back and handing something over to Daddy.

“Here you go. This is the one you wanted, right?”

“It is, Princess. Would you be interested in helping me put it on him?”

He nods to Daddy, then waits for instruction. Meanwhile, I’m wondering what kind of alternate universe I’ve stepped into. Everything is twisted up inside of me. I don’t know which way is up anymore.

“Come now,” Daddy tells me. “Let’s get you on the bed so we can take care of you.”

I move in the direction he leads me until I’m facedown on the comforter. My body sinks into the soft fabric as two sets of hands go about rubbing my skin. The lotion is cold enough to make me flinch.

Daddy coos at me, while our princess giggles a bit. I smile at the sound. He’s so adorable.

After a moment, their movements slow down. One set of hands leaves me while the other continues.

“Are you having fun, Princes?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’ve been wanting to play this way for a looooonnnnng time.” There’s a breathy quality to his voice. I can tell he’s aroused without even turning to look.

Before my cock can attempt to rally, I’m flipped onto my back. There’s some quick movement, then I hear the snick of a lock. Looking down, I notice something wrapped around my —

“You put me in a cock cage!?!?”

When I look to Daddy, it’s to see him smirking. “Only for a few minutes. I think you might have enjoyed your spanking a bit too much. I need to make sure you understand this was all a punishment.”

I groan. “I get it, Daddy. Of course I know it was a punishment.” I spit out the last word.

“Do you? Because you’re still being bratty.”

Instead of answering, I roll back onto my stomach. I don’t want to face his judgmental glare.

Except… I might have miscalculated.

“Can I, Daddy?”

“You sure can, Princess. It’ll help him learn his lesson.”

I feel small hands on me again, closely followed by Daddy’s larger ones. I’m not sure what I expect to come next. It’s definitely not a tongue trailing around the newly exposed part of me.

“Wh-wh-what is happening?” It’s a fight to get the words out.

There’s a soft hum that’s obviously our princess. Daddy’s voice follows it, saying, “Don’t tell me you’ve never had your ass eaten, Brat. That would be a travesty.”

“Travesty?”

I must be losing it. The spanking had to have made me pass out. This is all a dream.

A really hot dream.

Sinking into the pleasure, I let my body go slack. The change in my body opens me up even more. I hear a sigh as a hard tongue presses against my hole.

“Feels good,” I mumble, wiggling a bit because I need more.

“Hold steady, Brat. Our princess wants to enjoy his meal.” A light slap against my upper thigh makes me jerk.

Shouldn’t I not feel anything if this is a dream? Kind of like how people say‘pinch me’when they’re checking if they’re awake.

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