Page 16 of Daddy's Bad Girl
The massive alpha male jolts, indescribably handsome in his dark suit. His black hair is brushed back, but somehow, there’s also a look of rakishness to the raven strands, as if he’s frustrated and desperate to be inside me. But he manages to hold it in even as power surges through his frame, his desire palpable in the air.
“No, I’m ready,” he rasps. “But I have a rule, sweetheart. All women who enter my playroom need to be nude. So take off your dress, sweetheart, because it’s time.”
I stare at him, but he nods again, square jaw clenching imperceptibly.
“You heard me, baby girl. It’s time to lose the dress, bra, and panties. Leave the heels, though. I like those.”
I stare at him once more, but inside, the ache in my pussy intensifies. I’ve been wet since the moment I walked through the door because Logan Blackshaw is promising me the world, and I desperately want to experience pleasure at his hands. I want him to rid me of this ennui, and the existential dread that permeates my soul whenever I think about my life. In his arms, I know that I’ll be transported somewhere different, fantastical, and yet safe at once. I belong to the alpha male, and instinctively already know that he’ll take care of me.
So with trembling fingers, I reach in back of myself to undo the zip of my dress. The pink material falls away from my torso like the petals of a flower opening, revealing large creamy breasts tipped by hard pink crests.
“Oh fuck,” Logan swears under his breath, his eyes fixed to the giant Double Ds. “Fuck fuck fuck.”
His cursing emboldens me, and I shimmy my hips a bit as the fabric drops over my hips before pooling on the floor. My dress was basically just a single tube, and now I’m standing before the billionaire, lush and wet, wearing just my pink stilettos and a tiny pair of filmy pink panties.
“Are you ready?” I mewl. “I know I am.”
Those blue eyes flare again, but Logan shakes his head.
“Not yet, baby. I want your panties off too. Like I said, I like my girls nude when they’re at my house.”
Oh my god, he was serious! Topless isn’t so bad because Europeans do it all the time. They don’t care about modesty and will literally sun themselves on the banks of the Seine River. But no panties? My cheeks flush as my fingers go hesitantly to the waistband of my lingerie.
“Yes, baby girl,” Logan hisses, his blue eyes skimming over the fabric to where it’s darkened at the center with fluids. “Show me your sweetness.”
With trembling fingers, I obey. I pull the g-string over my hips and down my legs, before stepping out of the fabric. Embarrassingly, I’m so drenched that there’s a long thread of pussy nectar connecting my cunt to the soaked gusset, and the transparent string glimmers in the light before breaking.
Logan makes a low noise in his chest of approval.
“You’re beautiful, honey,” he rasps. “Wet and swollen, and absolutely gorgeous, just the way a woman should be. Now follow me. I’ll show you the room.”
He begins walking down the hallway, and I teeter after him in my high heels, completely nude and yet utterly turned on as I trail his broad back. Halfway down the darkened hallway, he turns and puts his hand on the knob.
“Are you ready, Emma?” he growls, blue eyes flashing in the low lights. “You look beautiful, sweetheart.” Without waiting for my reply, he opens the door and I step inside before letting out a gasp. Before me is an empty room, save for a sculptural piece in the middle. There’s a spotlight on it, and the air whooshes out of my lungs when I take it in because it’s a giant, freestanding dildo. The toy’s at least twelve inches long, and girthy too, with bulging veins running up and down the sides. It’s mounted on a black stand so that the dildo points straight up, already oiled and lubed, glistening in the low lights.
“Oh my god,” I breathe, eyes wide as my breasts heave. “Is that artwork?”
Logan lets out a choked chuckle.
“I suppose it could be, seeing how lifelike it is. But no, it’s meant to be used by a woman. By you, sweetheart. I was inspired when I saw you in the chair seeking ecstasy. The fucking machine was good, but I think you’ll enjoy this even more.”
I stare, my breasts heaving as the ache in my pussy grows. There’s now a slick shine on the insides of my thighs, and Logan growls with approval when he sees it.
“But how do I use it?” I breathe. “It’s mounted too high, and the size is ... well, I’d have to work it into my pussy,” I murmur, flushing. “It would require a step-stool or a ladder to do that, not to mention a lot of stretching.”
Logan grins, his white teeth flashing in the dim lights.
“You won’t need a step-stool, baby, because I’ll be holding you. I’ll be supporting your weight as you get dropped on the dildo, again and again, until your pussy creams and you lose control. I promise that this is better than any fucking machine because I’ll be the one controlling the fuck – and you’ll be the woman enjoying it.”
I stare at him. He’s going to drop me on the massive dildo? Like I’m a sack of potatoes landing on that huge monster? OMG! My cunt will be destroyed!
But Logan grins almost diabolically, reading my mind.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” he rasps. “Get ready for your horny pussy to get the filthy fucks it craves because that,” he says, nodding to the massive toy with his head, “is about to claim your cunt and stretch you out until you scream my name.”
Oh my god, his language is so foul! But it turns me on, and the roughness in that deep voice makes me shiver with hot desire. My nipples tighten as my pussy creams again because Mr. Blackshaw wants me ... and he won’t stop until he’s done.
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