Page 243 of Pretty Twisted Games


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“Oh, I like this,” he growled, referring to my new white bra—courtesy of Amara and my shopping trip today. “Going to show the whole world how filthy my baby girl really is.” Then his hands were all over me, smearing mud over my stomach and the bra—turning it dark and dirty.

His hand went to my chin, turning my face towards him. Disheveled hair and eyes gleaming. With the stag horns and dirt smeared on his cheek—he looked like a wild animal. “I’m going to show Douglass exactly how his little baby girl likes to be fucked. Now, down on your hands and knees.”

“But,” I protested, “you haven’t taken off my bra, sir. I haven’t given you your birthday present.” My new bra wasn’t the only thing I’d gotten today.

His gaze darkened, and his fingers quickly undid the clasp, tossing it behind him. Then he inhaled a sharp breath. “You remembered.”

I nodded, “yes.”

“You remembered,” he repeated, as if he couldn’t believe it. “How the fuck do I deserve you?” His voice was low and rough. “Are you going to let me put a chain on them?”

“Maybe,” I choked out, laughing.

“God,” he groaned into my hair, fingers fisting it, “I’m going to make you hurt so hard.” I inhaled an excited breath and his other hand tightened into my skin, gripping my hip harshly. “Tug on those nipples until you can’t stop coming, would you like that baby?”

“Yes, sir,” I moaned, leaning back into him as his hands cupped my lower breasts—careful not to touch the new nipple rings. His lips were moving over my skin—my neck, my shoulder, my jaw. Then his hand was on my back, “Time for your punishment. I’ve got something special for you tonight. Remember?—”

“I know,” I cut him off, not wanting him to stop for a lecture. “I remember.”

“Tell me now, I need to make sure you do.”

“Bunny punch.” I said the words I needed to say if I wanted him to stop.

“Good girl,” he murmured, kissing down my back, his hand moving me so I was on my hands and knees, my legs spread out. A sharp pain jut up my ass, then his hand smoothed over the skin where he’d spanked me. “But earlier, you were a bad, bad girl.”

“I know,” I snarked, “But it was worth it.”

He spanked me again, several times, sharp and spiky.

I held my breath to the pain, closing my eyes.

“Open your eyes, Summer. Look at the gravestone. I need you to tell Douglass what you want.”

“Wha...” I tried to understand.

“Look at his grave, and tell your new daddy what you want.” He smacked my ass again. “Does my little cum slut want to come?”

I nodded. “I want to orgasm, sir.”

“What else?” Smack.

“To taste your cum in my mouth.”

“Is that all?”

“I want you, inside me.”

Then he was spreading my ass cheeks, licking my pussy, groaning. “You have no idea how obsessed I am with my prints on your skin. It’s so beautiful.”

I couldn’t speak, I was buzzed with electric sparks all over my body.

“Reach into my pocket,” he said. “Pull out my new toy for you.”

Breathing heavily as he played with me using his tongue, I pulled out a new dildo vibrator, panting at the way he was eating me out.

“Now insert it inside you.”

“What is it?” It looked… weird.

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