Page 22 of Savage Daddies
“I think our little girl might fall asleep more easily if you stroke her privates and make her feel good,” Daddy Nash says.
“I was just thinking the same thing.” Daddy Axel’s fingers probe between my pussy lips, stroking through my gathering wetness. “Your privates are swollen and glistening, Josie, and I can see your little clit protruding from your pink folds.”
I whimper in response, my need mounting by the second. Fresh shame heats me all over and I find myself spreading my legs wider, seeking more of Daddy Axel’s masterful touch. I’m desperate for it. If he tucks me in without giving me a release first, I’m certain I’ll break into tears.
When he spreads my growing moisture over my clit, I shudder upon his lap. I imagine I’m quite the sight at the moment, with my punished cheeks on display and my thighs parted wide to reveal my most secret places, but all sense of modesty flees as my daddy commences rubbing my throbbing nubbin.
“You haven’t received a spanking in several days. Perhaps we’ll have to warm this bottom of yours frequently to keep you obedient and sweet.” Daddy Axel’s deep voice washes over me, practically vibrating through me as the first wave of my orgasm quickly approaches.
I gasp when it hits me and writhe upon his lap in a wanton manner, riding the surges of pleasure as he keeps circling my clit with the perfect amount of pressure.
“She’s so wet it looks as though she’s had an accident. Here’s some tissue to clean her soaking privates.” Daddy Nash’s announcement should leave me mortified, but I’m in such a hazy state of bliss that I barely react when I feel Daddy Axel wiping my wet center.
“There you go, little Josie. All clean.” Daddy Axel pulls my panties up and fixes my dress back in place, then helps me lie down next to him.
A strange sense of peace falls over me as he tucks me in. He kisses my forehead and I melt under his affectionate gesture.
I soon feel the swaying of the truck as Daddy Nash pulls back onto the road and resumes driving up the mountain.
It’s just before I drift off to sleep that I realize I’ve been calling the savages Daddies Axel and Nash in my head, too, and not only when I’m required to respond to them.
They’re really my daddies.
And I’m their little girl.
Chapter Ten
“Have you lived in thevillage you’re taking me to for your whole lives?” I ask Daddy Nash. I’d awoken several minutes ago after a long—and apparently much-needed—nap to find the brothers had switched spots.
“Yes. My brothers and I were all born in Misty Falls—that’s the name of our village.”
“I still can’t believe you were actually born. What about your parents? Were your mother and father born in the wildlands also?” Now that we’re almost at our final destination, my curiosity about my new home is starting to grow.
“Someone sure woke up with a lot of questions.” Daddy Nash smiles and my gaze is drawn to his sexy dimple, and not for the first time. Sometimes people in the techno-cities have dimples, but always one on each side that are perfectly matched. Having only one would be considered an imperfection, meaning something must have gone wrong in the ectogenesis chamber. But I adore Daddy Nash’s one imperfect dimple. It makes him uniquely handsome.
“I have about a million more questions,” I say, resting deeper in his arms.
