Chapter 3

Sally's POV

The buzzing vibration hit my clit and I screamed. The sound tore from my throat, raw and desperate, echoing off the white walls of Kaven's secret sanctuary. My hips bucked involuntarily as pleasure exploded through every nerve ending.

"Daddy!" I gasped, my fingers clawing at the leather beneath me. "Oh god, daddy, I can't—"

"Yes you can, princess." His voice was rough, commanding. "Take it. Let daddy hear those pretty sounds."

He pressed the bullet more firmly against my swollen nub, circling it slowly. My thighs trembled uncontrollably. This was nothing like touching myself in my bedroom late at night. This was overwhelming, all-consuming. The fantasy I'd replayed a thousand times in my head while my fingers worked between my legs was now happening in vivid, devastating reality.

"You're so sensitive," Kaven murmured, his free hand sliding up my inner thigh. "So responsive to daddy's touch. Look at you, sweetheart. Spread open on my table, soaking wet and whimpering."

A broken moan escaped my lips. My back arched as he increased the vibration intensity. The humming grew louder, stronger, and I felt myself climbing toward something I'd never quite reached before.

"Please," I begged, not even sure what I was asking for. "Please, daddy, I need—"

"I know what you need." His dark eyes locked onto mine, pupils blown wide with desire. His breathing had grown heavy, labored. The bulge in his pants was massive, straining against the fabric. "But first, tell daddy the truth."

He moved the vibrator in slow, torturous circles. My pussy clenched around nothing, aching to be filled.

"You've been watching me, haven't you, Sally?" His voice dropped lower, rougher. "All this time. Since you were sixteen and moved into this house with your mother. You've been thinking about daddy doing dirty things to you."

Shame and arousal flooded through me in equal measure. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. My lip trembled as I bit down on it, trying to hold back the confession that wanted to spill out.

But then he increased the vibration again and pressed the bullet directly onto my most sensitive spot. My whole body convulsed.

"Answer me, princess. Or daddy will stop."

"Yes!" I cried out, tears finally spilling down my cheeks. "Yes, I watch you! I've watched you for two years, daddy. Every night I touch myself thinking about you. About this. About you taking me, using me, making me yours."

The words tumbled out in a desperate rush. Once I started confessing, I couldn't stop.

"I dream about you," I whimpered as he rewarded me with more pressure. "I imagine you coming into my room at night. Covering my mouth so I can't scream while you spread my legs. I picture you bending me over the kitchen counter when mom isn't looking. I want you so badly it hurts, daddy. I've wanted you since the day we moved in."

"Fuck," Kaven groaned. His composure was cracking. His free hand gripped my thigh hard enough to bruise. "You dirty little girl. You've been fantasizing about your stepfather this whole time? While I slept next to your mother, you were down the hall playing with yourself and thinking about my cock?"

"Yes, daddy!" I was sobbing now, overwhelmed by sensation and confession. "I'm sorry, I can't help it, I need you so much—"

He moved the vibrator faster, his thumb pressing down. "You're not sorry at all, are you, sweetheart? You love being daddy's naughty girl."

My orgasm hit me like a freight train. I screamed his name as my body seized, back arching completely off the table. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me, more intense than anything I'd ever given myself. My pussy contracted violently, gushing wetness onto the leather beneath me.

"That's it, princess. Come for daddy. Let me see that pretty little cunt squeeze around nothing while you scream."

I couldn't stop. The climax seemed endless, rolling through me in devastating pulses. Kaven kept the vibrator pressed to my clit, prolonging the sensation until I was thrashing and begging.

"Too much! Daddy, please, I can't—"

"You can and you will." His voice was pure dominance now. "Daddy decides when you've had enough."

He finally pulled the toy away and I collapsed, boneless and trembling. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath. Tears streamed down my face. My pussy throbbed, still clenching with aftershocks.

Kaven set the bullet aside and ran his hands up my thighs, spreading them wider. His eyes were fixed between my legs, dark and hungry.

"Look at this." His thumb brushed through my wetness, making me whimper. "You're absolutely soaked, princess. Dripping all over daddy's table. What a mess you've made."

I could only moan in response. My mind felt hazy, drunk on pleasure and the forbidden nature of what we were doing.

"And we're just getting started." He reached for the large ridged vibrator he'd shown me earlier. "Now daddy's going to teach you what it really means to be filled."

My eyes widened as he held up the thick toy. It looked impossibly big, especially compared to my inexperienced body. Fresh arousal mixed with nervousness.

"Don't worry, sweetheart." Kaven's smile was wicked as he coated the silicone with lubricant. "Daddy will be gentle. At first."