Page 75 of Daddies Dark Desires (Forbidden Fantasies)

“No,” Harper whines, her core pulsing with an orgasm I ruined. She got a taste, but she’s going to have to deal with being unsatisfied for the time being.

Cleaning off my knife, I put it away then walk out of the room, leaving her hanging there.

She calls my name, but I have a mission in mind, taking the stairs to her room two at a time. It’s in the kind of disarray I expect from a brat: clothes in a pile, nicknacks crowding once bare spaces, shoes strewn in front of her closet.

I know where to find what I’m looking for—the toys she brought with her. A magic wand vibrator and a full silicon dildo. With one in each hand, I return to my room and stop in my doorway.

Fuck, there’s just enough light in the room to perfectly see the way she’s strung up and waiting for me. I watch as she struggles and settles. Wiggles and stills.

Harper is a ripe fruit ready to be picked.

When I finally step forward, a calm tension hums through her. I kneel on the bed between her legs.

“You’re more wet than before.” I slide my fingers through the evidence. “You liked being strung up, exposed, waiting for what’s coming to you. Didn’t you, princess?”

“Y-Yes, Daddy.”

“Mmm. Well, I think that deserves a little reward. I brought some things with me.”

Her eyes go wide when I reveal her personal items, and her cheeks pinken in an adorable way.

I nestle her wand at her cleft and turn it on, the low buzz vibrating in the quiet space. Her moans are soft, suppressed, even as I drive her into her second orgasm. This one, I let rock through her, but I don’t relieve the pressure on her clit.

She struggles out of instinct, twisting ineffectually against the overwhelm. But slowly, she succumbs and settles. Her whines are half maddening.

But she’s on the right side of her orgasm, the pleasure finding a new path. This time, the build up is faster, more intense. Her moans are mixed with cries, and I don’t hold back, rubbing the vibrator against her until she comes again.

Her body jerks, twists, arches with nowhere to go, and I give her just a second of reprieve, retrieving her dildo.

A shaky moan accompanies my swiping the tip of the fake cock through her folds like I would my own. I pulse with the desire to do so.

I slide the thing into her a few inches, working her wetness until I can get a smooth glide.

“Oh fuck.” Her voice is ragged.

I take her slowly, a steady pace that prods her deep. Her toy has decent length and girth. Comparable to mine.

I’m mesmerized by the way it stretches her open, and when I catch the right angle, I dig in.

Harper is a goner. Her toes curl, hands fisting around nothing as her body strains. Her pink little asshole pulses with her climax. I know she’s going to be a good little brat just like she is in her journal.

Once I get my own taste of her—a complete and thorough one—she’s going to be perfect for the three of us.

A vessel for her daddies’ dark desires.

We’re disgraceful.

Maybe we never deserved her father’s trust.

But we have hers like this. And she’s all ours now.

I keep digging as she writhes, seating the silicone cock balls deep then nudging it into her with a knuckle. I turn on the wand again and nestle it against her swollen clit.

Her cry is bliss. It carries into the next. And the next as she thrashes against the restraints, against the onslaught of pleasure.

“Is it too much, princess?”

She sucks in a few breaths through her teeth and looks at me, trying to hold herself still. “Yes.”