The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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βTwo more, Princess. Take them for me.β
She shakes her whole body, not just her head, but she doesnβt give me a safe word. Just to make doubly sure, I ask, βPrincess, what color are you?β
βGreen,β she gasps.
βGood girl.β I step back, so that these will be more sting than thud, and hit her, right-left, with barely a pause between the strikes. Emily gasps several times, trying to get her breath, then she screams. I loop the flogger around my wrist, move in and caress her breasts as they flush a brilliant red. Her screams fill my ears and I take them as my due, pulling the sounds of her submission deep into my soul.
While her cries trail off into whimpers, I stroke her face, looking into those big, wet, baby eyes and watching her pupils contract slowly as the pain fades. βEmily, who do you belong to?β
She cues straight in to my use of her name and I see the Princess Amber persona melt away into my adoring little girl. βYou, Daddy.β
βThatβs right. Youβve been a very good girl, taking pain for me. Time for pleasure.β I hang up the flogger before taking her down from the chains, starting with her ankles and ending with her wrists. When she staggers, I scoop her up and carry her to the table.
Sheβs nearly limp as I lower her to the table and turn her so sheβs face-down. I draw her hips to the padded edge and pin her with my palm on the glowing skin between her shoulders. Iβve been hard since starting in with the knotted flogger, but her breathy whimper as I pin her makes my cock fill so full, Iβm surprised my fatigues can contain it.
βBehold your fallen kingdom, Princess,β I tell her, looking around the table. Vashi kneels in the middle like an exotic centerpiece, while all around her, debauchery reigns. At one end of the table, a Pink Pearl sub has been staked out, tied to the tableβs rings with her own bikini. A knight rides her face while a Pink Pearl Dom eats her out. One of the watchers has gotten into the scene and the collared sub at his feet is busy blowing him. On the other side of the table, the twink in gold shorts, which are now puddled around his ankles, is screaming through his orgasm from a knight who is gleefully hammering his prostate. βYour ladies are being ravished by my knights, and thereβs nothing you can do to save them, Princess. Now itβs your turn.β
βNever surrender,β she mumbles into the table.
βI think itβs a little late for that, Princess.β I reach down with my free hand and tear the tattered gauze away from the backs of her thighs.
She spreads her legs, which makes me chuckle.
βNot quite so defiant when youβre about to get fucked, are you, Princess?β
βTotally defiant,β she mumbles.
βSure.β
I release her, confident sheβll stay in position. Sheβs so delightfully well-trained. I run my hands up and down her back, enjoying the heat and texture of her flogged skin. She squeaks and wriggles in protest when I touch her sorest spots. When I reach her bottom, I shape it in my hands, squeezing and kneading as her squeaks turn to soft wails. In this position, with her legs spread, I can see the drip of cream from her labia. Her gingerbread scent rises over the smell of leather, sweat, and sex perfuming the room. As wonderfully as she responds to impact play, I think she responds even better to simple physical dominance.
I lean over her, clasp her nape with my hand to press her cheek to the table, and whisper into her ear, βI have your number, little girl. Nothing you can hide from me now.β
Her cheek curves with a smile. βYou know nothing, Black Knight.β
I smack her ass and grin at her yelp. βLittle sore there, Princess?β
βDoofus, doofus, Black Knightβs a doofus,β she sings.
βKeep singing, little girl. Gives me a nice rhythm to fuck you to.β I reach down, pull out my cock, and rub the tip up and down her soaked labia. βDeny it all you want, Princess, but you want this cock.β
βNever, never,β she sings.
βUh-huh. Right now, actually.β I push forward slowly, sliding in all that sweet cream. Her pussyβs so warm, I groan as I sink into heaven. βMmm. Who does this pussy belong to?β
βPrincess Amber.β
Sheβs such a little smart ass in role-play. Bet I can change that tune. I pull her hips back from the tableβs bumper until I can reach under her, hook my fingers in the gauze, and tear it open at her crotch. I reach in and pinch her clit between my thumb and first finger. Her squeal fills my soul.
βTry again,β I growl.
βPrincess Amber!β
I release her nape to press down on the small of her back. Her hips tip up and I drive in to bump her cervix while I tug on her clit. She howls, but pushes back into each thrust. Wonderful little girl.
βSay it, Princess. This pussy belongs to me.β
βBelongs to me!β
βNaughty girl.β I spank her clit and glory at her shriek. Her pussy clamps down, working against my thrusts. She loves her pussy-spankings, my sweet, dirty, little girl. βDonβt you come, Princess. This pussy belongs to me. I say when you can come.β
βMine, mine, mine,β she chants.
βThatβs right. Mine, mine, mine.β I punctuate every word with a cervix-banging thrust. βCome right fucking now.β
She arches up, pushing her forehead into the table as her body bows. I grab her hips and pound her with my cock, riding her through one orgasm and straight into another as she shakes and wails under me.
βPlease-no, please-no, please-no!β she screams as she tips over into the second orgasm.
βOh, yes, Princess,β I growl, gripping her hips and driving into her even harder. βCome all over my cock. Show everyone who owns this ass.β
βNo! No! No!β She pounds on the table with her little fists, but doesnβt break position, staying arched against
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