A not-safe-for-work excerpt from Her Cyborg Daddy

OMG this one is TOO HOT FOR WORK. Is your granny visiting? Maybe turn your screen a little. More. Perfect.

Her Cyborg Daddy Katie Douglas

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.

Her Cyborg Daddy is out NOW on Amazon:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B076Y763SQ/ USA
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B076Y763SQ/ UK
https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B076Y763SQ/ Canada

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,
Katie xxxx

Sneak peek! His Little Earthling is out on Saturday!

How’s your week so far? Mine is busy, busy, busy! This week for WipItUp Wednesday, I have another exciting preview from His Little Earthling and I also now have the cover to share with you! In this sneak peek, Sarah is about to get a really big punishment for doing something very naughty, but she makes it worse for herself by hiding in a cupboard.

When he grasped the sleeve of her dress, she contorted out of it and climbed over the half-wall between her room and the living room, then ran into the kitchen. She was halfway inside one of the big cupboards beneath the countertop when she felt a firm grip on one of her feet. Kicking free, she got inside the cupboard and wriggled as far back as she could.

This seemed like a good place to live. There was food, air… what else did anyone need? Sure, the air was actually a little thin, and for some reason she was having difficulty breathing, and the shelf above was digging uncomfortably into her hip, but that was all fine details. If she didn’t leave the cupboard, she would never have to face Ral again. To her surprise, instead of reaching in to pull her out, he stepped back.

“Sarah, I’m very disappointed with you right now.” His voice sounded far away.

“I’m sorry.” It would have been so much more meaningful if she hadn’t been jammed into a kitchen cupboard trying to get away from an unknown but terrifying punishment. On one level, she knew that Ral was only trying to clear things between them, and that she deserved this, but on a more primal level, she didn’t want to find out what was supposed to happen next. Especially now that she was in more trouble.

“You’ve got two options. If you come out of there of your own accord, you’ll get exactly what I planned for you, plus the hand spanking. If I have to drag you out, I’ll be obliged to add the spoon as well. It’s not safe to climb into cupboards like this; the base is far more likely to give way if I have to wrestle you out.”

“I’m scared.”

“Don’t be. Just come out like a good—well, not exactly a good girl, but less bad than if you stay put.”

“I meant I’m scared about the punishment.” She felt that living in a cupboard was a much better option.

“Would I do anything to harm you?”

Sarah considered this for a moment before she answered. “No, but there’s a whole plethora of really owwie things you’d do that are completely harmless!”

“So how many of those do I need to add before you come out?”

She shook her head fervently. “None! Subtract some!”

Ral sighed. “Why do you always do everything backwards? Why do you always make your life so difficult? I’ve given you everything you needed to settle into this world and I’ve shown you what you need to do for yourself, and every time I look away for a moment, you do the opposite.”

“Maybe I know how to do stuff too!” Sarah grumbled. “I saved you, didn’t I?”

“By sheer bloody luck! Your first attempt was to find some gangsters in the most dangerous part of town, was it not?”

Sarah glared at his knees from her hiding place.

“At least I did something. If I was your perfect girl I would’ve just stood here, wringing my hands and not knowing what to do. That’s what you want, isn’t it? Well I can’t apologize for that, because that girl would still be here wondering where you’d got to. And you’d have starved to death by now.”

“Elves don’t need to eat or drink that often. We can turn the air around us into energy for most of our needs. I’d have still been fine in a week or two.”

“And would Little Miss Perfect have found you in a week? Or would she have been too busy ironing her size-zero school uniform, doing her homework and practicing fitting large objects into her mouth?”

“Okay, young lady, you’ve had ample time to come out of your own accord, I’m calling an end to these shenanigans.” Before Sarah said anything further, Ral’s enormous hands reached in and closed around her waist, then she felt herself sliding towards the rest of Ral. When she was out far enough to see the weary expression on his face, she sighed.

He paid no mind to that, and instead tipped her over one of his broad shoulders, where he landed some sharp swats to her sit-spot with his hand before she heard him open a drawer.

What’s in the drawer? Anyone want to hazard a guess? While you’re wondering, here’s the cover which was designed by the ever-talented Korey Mae Johnson:

I am in love with this cover!

His Little Earthling is out on Saturday and in the meantime, book 1 in the series, Her Daddy and Her Master, is discounted to $0.99; you can find it here.

Just add icing.

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx