Chapter 83. Daddy’s Little Trade: pt. 2

He knelt between my legs, eyes drinking in the wreck he’d made of me. “Perfect,” he murmured, almost tender. From the black bag he pulled a second toy—long, thick, ridged silicone that made my stomach drop. The vibrator still buzzed mercilessly inside my pussy; there was no room for more. But he pushed anyway, forcing the head alongside.

The scream that tore out of me was inhuman. My back arched clear off the bed, ropes creaking as I thrashed. “No—no—too much—Uncle, please take it out!” Pain lanced white-hot through my core, walls straining around impossible fullness.

He answered with a sharp slap directly to my swollen clit. I jolted like I’d been shocked, a high-pitched wail escaping. “Beg sweeter, baby.”

”Uncle… please… it’s tearing me apart…” My voice cracked into sobs.

He twisted the dildo deeper anyway, until both toys sat buried to the base. Then he started fucking me with it—long, punishing strokes that dragged ridges over every raw nerve while the vi