OMG this one is TOO HOT FOR WORK. Is your granny visiting? Maybe turn your screen a little. More. Perfect.
Mwahahahaaaa… I don’t normally post things this explicit, but with Her Cyborg Daddy, it’s pretty impossible to find an excerpt that’s hot without being too explicit. So here goes. This scene involves electro-play. You’ve been warned. Don’t go crying to the Internet Daddies if this is too far for comfort.
Zanthia felt something cold swipe against her ass, then the pressure of something forcing its way inside her. Stretching her muscles until they felt very tight against the intrusion, it continued forward until it passed first one, then a second ring of muscle. It was wide, firm, and seemed to be growing warm inside her.
“How does my finger feel inside you?” Mark asked.
“It’s so big!” Zanthia breathed in shock. The warmth spread through her rear passage and continued to grow, filling her with a sensual glow.
“Good girl for answering. Try not to move.” When he said that, he pressed a hand against the small of her back, holding her down, then she felt a pulse of sudden, concentrated energy searing inside her bottom hole. She shrieked in shock as her body juddered.
When it stopped, her ass tingled with residual pain and she quivered over his lap.
“What was that?” The sharp feeling was replaced with icy daggers of fear. She already knew what it was.
“I am heating my finger to warm your bottom on the inside. And I just sent a little pulse of electricity through your rear tunnel.”
Zanthia closed her eyes as another pulse coursed through her. This one was milder, but the unease of knowing what had caused it left her on edge and unable to relax.
“Do you trust me, Zanthia?” he asked. Zanthia thought about it for a moment. Mark had been honest with her so far. While she didn’t always know what to make of him, she did trust him.
“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed, reluctantly giving herself over to his control. If he wanted to fill her ass with his finger then run electricity through it, she had to trust that he had her best interests at heart, and that he would keep her safe. Her other thoughts reminded her that plenty of extremely painful things were completely harmless, and that electric shocks were the epitome of this.
His finger remained where it was, filling her with warmth, and occasionally sending bolts of sharp, pussy-soaking pain through all the nerves in her ass, alternating that with a glowing tingling feeling.
“You are taught to fear pain, yes?” Mark said. Zanthia nodded. “But fear turns you on, doesn’t it?”
She considered this for a moment. Stupid man was right again. Why was he always right? Another sudden jolt of sharp pain ran through her bottom, lasting longer than the previous ones, and she convulsed under his hand and screamed. When it stopped, she gasped for air like she’d been underwater. The residual wobbliness made her feel weak, and tears leaked from her eyes, but her clit broiled and throbbed with tingling desire, and her nipples speared the mattress beneath her, filling her heavy breasts with need. A trickling feeling from her pussy proved how turned on she was from this treatment.
“Most people are afraid of their fears, they shy away from them, but beneath that, you want them, don’t you, Zanthia? You seek them out. You constantly act out in the hope that I will punish you. When you tell me you don’t want to wear your diaper, you mean that you want me to force you to wear it. When you don’t answer my questions, or answer them slightly off-topic—yes, I’ve noticed that—it’s because I’ve brought up something you care about too much. When you feign disinterest in something, you mean that you need it more than you could possibly say.”
He shot another sharp jolt of burning pain through her bottom and she shrieked and thrashed on the bed. If he hadn’t been holding her down, she would have hidden under something by now. Was it all true? How had he figured her out? She began to cry into the mattress as she realized he was right again. Since he’d been punishing her bottom, she had become even more aroused than before, and her desire was like an urgent ache that made her want to beg him for release. Something else she’d needed him to force her to do, in the past.
“Am I correct?” Mark asked.
Zanthia didn’t want to answer him, but that would only prove him right anyway. “Yes,” she said reluctantly.
“Good girl.” He changed what he was doing, so the heat in her bottom was now accompanied by a deliciously gentle tingle, emanating from his huge finger, as he methodically fucked her with it. The sensation felt even sweeter after all that pain, and her gushing pussy urgently needed to get in on the action. She only wanted him to do one thing.
“Please, Daddy,” she began hesitantly.
There was no going back after she asked for this.
“Yes, little one?” Mark’s almost-impassive voice reassured her as he continued to stroke inside her bottom with his hot, glowy finger.
“Please, can y-you hurt me again, w-when I come?” She threw the words out before they crowded together at the back of her throat and refused to leave.
Totally unrelated question (asking for a friend): Does anyone else struggle to ask for things when they want them too much? Ugh, what even is that?
Lots of love,