Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
“Well, I can tell you that books and friends did not teach you what I’m going to teach you. And, I know it feels funny, but you don’t need to be embarrassed. You liked the kissing, didn’t you?” He brushes my hair behind my ear, his delicate touch surprising me as his eyes narrow, turning down toward my tits. “We’re going to do some show and tell. A little game to help you learn.”
“Okay.” It’s all I can manage, curious where the hard ass, take no prisoners Hannah has gone. Then I remind myself, I’m Jamie now, so anything goes…
“Good girl,” he says, like those words delight his tongue as the car moves through traffic and in a sudden shift of energy, his hands are on my hips, aligning me with his eyes as he curls the hem of my dress to my waist. “Take your panties off. We’re going to do some question and answers.”
I stall, frozen in the ice of his gaze as his thick fingers tuck the roll of my skirt into the belt holding it in place, exposing my bare thighs. The cool air conditioning hits the hot wetness on my underwear.
He tilts his head and I realize too late, he told me to do something…
“Did you forget you are to do as you are told?” Dietrich narrows his eyes, as my ability to communicate with my extremities seemingly evaporates. “Very well, I’ll do it myself. Daddy wants to see how pretty you are under your panties and I do not like to wait. You should know that by now, Jamie.”
In an abrupt tug, Dietrich whips my underwear down my legs, leaving them stretched between my ankles, which makes the whole moment feel filthier than if he’d removed them completely.
“I—” I stutter, my insides crocheting themselves together as his hands drive my knees apart with my ankles still cuffed by the white fabric.
“When you don’t do as you are told, it tries my patience, and I will take matters into my own hands. That can take many forms, little girl. But, for now, we will move on with your lesson. First, anatomy they don’t teach you in high school…do you know what a clitoris is, baby, and where it is?” His voice runs from hard to soft in the blink of an eye.
I nod. “Yes.”
“Good.” He stares at my exposed femininity, nostrils flared, then flicks his steel blue eyes back to mine. “You’re shaved. That’s fine but from now on, I’ll do the shaving so you don’t accidentally hurt yourself. I’ll make sure every hair is gone without so much as a nick. So, no more shaving yourself, clear?” I nod, my mouth forming the shape of the word ‘yes’ but no sound comes out. “Now, legs wide…I want you to show me with one finger where your clitoris is.”
Is this really happening?
That’s what I’m asking myself as my trembling finger moves on its own to the apex of my sex, sliding over the wet, smooth flesh, stopping on a shiver when I feel the hard bump.
“Here,” I purr as I rub the aching spot in small, soothing circles.
“Very good. You’ve touched that little bump before, I can tell. I like that. Daddy’s going to touch it with you. You ready?” I nod, then the pad of his finger joins mine as my jaw hinges open and my head falls back. “Let’s do it together.”
Our digits slide into one another, spinning around the needy spot until I think I may split wide open. Instinctively, my knees widen as I push up on my tiptoes, wanting, wanting, wanting that sweet relief I’ve been able to give myself only a handful of times in my life.
“Daddy’s little girl.” Dietrich sings the melody of that innocent song into my ear, his mouth settling on the crook of my neck, licking a spot that seems directly connected to my clit. “See, that’s so nice, isn’t it? Daddy and his little girl, doing this together.”
Who is this man? He was a wall of stone with the disposition of a honey badger back at the house, but right now? He’s this confusing mashup of Mr. Rogers and Lex Luther.
“You know what goes in here, don’t you?” His thick voice warms my neck as he slips a finger to my opening. “That hard part you see swollen in my pants when I look at you is going to fit in here. Softness and hardness. I’ll push inside, then when it feels so good I can’t stand it another second, I’ll spurt something of mine deep and that will make a baby. Daddies aren’t supposed to do that with their daughters, but I will. It will feel good… It feels good now, doesn’t it?”
I blabber something unintelligible and nod, nod, nod as he spins his finger at my opening, my hips twisting as his words push me faster and faster toward the darkness.