Page 13 of Daddy's Stowaway

Alex stopped moving the root and brought the paddle down again. Then, he stopped and rubbed my burning backside. Then he repeated the scene by fucking my back hole with the root, spanking with the Lexan a few times, and rubbing my burning bottom.

A new burn began to build inside of me as I focused on the sensations instead of the emotions they provoked. When the next set began, and the Lexan landed on my aching backside, I absorbed it, dissecting each stage of the burning and sting caused by the paddle and my squeezing and spasming.

I’d lost count of how many rounds Alex had taken me through when my body suddenly slumped. If the ropes hadn’t been holding me in place, I had no doubt I would have fallen off the fucking chair. The dildo still moved slowly beneath me and was now able to penetrate my nether lips and enter an inch or two inside. With that discovery, I allowed myself to be as loose as a ragdoll. Instead of feeling tortured, the sensations morphed into something divine. I floated on a cloud of bliss, even though I’d not had a release yet. That was the most fascinating of all. That I could feel so good without an orgasm.

Alex halted his repetitions and pulled the root out of my ass, then he rubbed my skin soothingly with cool gel. I moaned at how good it felt and marveled at how sensitive one’s anus could be. Then he slid his finger in and began to slowly fuck me. Underneath, he changed the angle or something of the dildo because I was now receiving full penetration. It was shocking after being teased for so long.

“Remain calm, Antonia; it’s time for the last stage of your punishment.” He rubbed more gel into and around my back hole, and then I felt the head of his cock.

I felt like I was waking from a dream but still so sleepy I only noticed what he did but had no reaction as he inched his way in. When he fully seated himself inside, the machine beneath me picked up the pace, and with the first thrust of both cocks I unleashed.

Flung off the cliff, I saw visions, eagles flying, and whales leaping and crashing, and through all of this, the pace continued flinging me far and wide every time until I became one with everything. The whales were no longer images, nor were the birds, but I was with them, rising and falling, leaping and crashing. I was an organic thing of nature, not a woman tied to a fucking bench getting the best fuck of her life. Alex’s release ignited another release of my own. Our mutual orgasms seemed a thing of deep connection that had me weep with the sheer magnitude of the emotions I was experiencing as I was left to float down to a gentle rocking sea that held me in its embrace.

Alex slowly pulled out and turned off the machine. He carefully untied me so as not to let me fall and then carried me to the bed. He gently wiped me down and rubbed my forearms, ankles, and thighs where the ropes had been. I lay on my back through this with my eyes barely open. I was still floating on a cloud and had no intention of getting off.

I was battling sleep and had to tell Alex how I felt before I did. “I love you. Thank you for that; it was an incredible journey to freedom.” I caught his look of surprise and managed a lazy smile before I succumbed to sleep.

When I next opened my eyes, I saw Alex carrying a tray laden with breakfast food. With great effort, I managed to pull myself into a sitting position. “Did I sleep the night away?”

“You did sleep like the dead. I wanted to feed you before I have to go into the office for a bit. And, go over the rules.” Alex placed the tray on the bed, stuffed some pillows behind me for further support, and put the tray on my lap.

I smiled at him gratefully and picked up the coffee. “Mmm, smells really good.” I took a sip. “It is delicious; what kind of coffee is this?”

“It is local, Paradise Island grown and manufactured here. If you’re interested, it is very close, and I can have a tour set up for you.”

“Really, I would love that, thank you.” I took a few more sips and then dug into my French toast and eggs. “Seriously? The best French toast ever! Is it hotel cuisine, or is this some local magic like the coffee?”

Alex laughed at my enthusiasm. “Well, if you must know, it is a blend of our own local vanilla and an import from Egypt. It is a Noble tonic.”

“It sure is,” I answered with a full mouth.

Alex let out loud laughter that had tears streaking down his cheeks. “I’m sure you find it noble, but the brand is called Noble tonic.”

“Oh, I see.” I set my fork down, feeling embarrassed. “And I suppose you can get me on a tour of the plant, just like the coffee?”

“I can,” he said while he dried his face. “I partner with local businesses and help them grow. Both products are new to me, and I was considering using them in my chains and the airline.”

“You’re like a regularShark Tank. That’s a great idea.”

“Shark tank? What does that mean?”

“Seriously, you’ve never heard of that show,Shark Tank, where people with business ideas or inventions apply to be a guest and pitch their idea in hopes of getting a backer?”

He shook his head.

“Tonight, when you get home, how about we eat pizza and watch it. You will love it, I promise. I also watch the Canadian version,Dragons Den. ButShark Tankis my absolute fav.”

Alex studied me curiously. “May I ask you something?”

“Of course,” I answered as I shoveled my last bite of food into my mouth.

“When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?”

I giggled. “Really, that’s what you want to know?”

His eyes narrowed at me, and I recognized the warning signs. “I didn’t have a dream like most kids, but I started doing stuff with my dad when I hit age twelve. Uh, business stuff, and I liked working with money. Believe it or not, I have a decent head for figures, and bottom line profits are like foreplay; I love it!”

“I didn’t think it was possible,” he said in a voice that had dropped an octave, sending shivers to my core.

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