Chapter 105

Poppy

I licked my lips slowly. My eyes were wide, fixed on the slim, shiny black rod in Riley’s hand. It looked so mean, so nasty. It didn't look like a toy at all.

"Daddy… what are you going to do with that?" I asked, my voice small and breathy, barely a whisper.

My whole body was already trembling with a mix of fear and a filthy, squirmy excitement that made my clamped p.u.s.s.y throb.

Daddy’s hand stroked my hair gently, a soft, comforting motion that was completely at odds with the dark, firm tone of his voice. "You’re going to find out, baby girl."

Uncle Ian moved...