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Something cool touched her inner thigh. Glass… She shouldn’t be surprised by her ability to distinguish that. Theleather was understandable. The glass and metal were not. Maybe her Daddy was testing her.
Daddy slid the blunt glass object up to her pussy, and she cried out when he dragged the tip through her folds. He didn’t linger where she most needed him, though. Instead he slid the object toward her bottom.
Daddy scooted closer, kneeling between her legs. He grabbed her hip with one hand. “Relax your bottom, Little one.”
She shivered. He’d used several things in her bottom so far, including his fingers, especially while they were fucking, but this was a new item. She didn’t know how large it was. She whimpered as she obeyed him.
“Good girl,” he praised. “Breathe in and out while Daddy inserts it, Little one.”
It was difficult to follow that instruction, but she tried, focusing all of her attention on the size of the glass phallus. It was wider than anything she’d taken before. All of her fear was based on the unknown, not the actual object. Her Daddy would never hurt her.
He eased the tip of the dildo into her, gradually giving her more of it until it finally slid all the way into place.
Rylee was relieved to realize though it was heavier and wider than the anal beads he was fond of, it didn’t go as deep. It had a definite indentation that her anus was now gripping, the bulk of the glass item inside her.
“How does that feel, Rylee?”
She nodded.
“Words, Baby girl.”
“Good, Daddy,” she admitted.
He moved down the bed for a few moments, and when he returned, he was back between her legs but reaching around one side of her. He cupped her breast with one hand, his thumband fingers suddenly squeezing her areola, forcing her nipple to bulge.
She cried out when something pinched her tiny bud. It hurt, but her Daddy held on to her breast firmly, not allowing her to sway too far.
“Take a breath, Little one. Let it feel good.”
Her tit was pulsing, but darn him, it started to feel good. The pain somehow made her pussy even wetter. She braced herself as he moved to her other side to treat that nipple to the same bittersweet torture.
A sucking noise confused her until Daddy tapped her offended bud with a wet finger, making her writhe and moan. He did it again, tormenting the other nipple. Back and forth.
What she really needed was for him to touch her pussy, but she didn’t dare suggest that. She was not in charge of this game.
“You’re so gorgeous, Rylee. My cock is harder than ever. If I touched your clit, you would come, wouldn’t you, Baby girl?”
She nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Do you want that, Little one? Would you like Daddy to let you come?”
“Please…”
“Mmm…” he responded noncommittally. “I wonder if you can focus enough to answer a few questions for me first.”
Questions?If he asked her to do math tables, she would fail.
“What’s between your legs, Rylee?”
She licked her lips, confused. “A bar.”
“What’s it made of?”
Her brow furrowed. “Metal.”
“Good girl. What’s in your bottom, Baby girl?”
“A plug.”