Stolen By Her Daddies Novel – Then he pressed against the plug, and grasping hold, turned it. “Do you like being plugged, pretty girl? Do you like walking around with this inside you? Does it turn you on?” “Yes,” she gasped out. “You’re going to feel so full when I get my shaft in here, with that plug in your butt.” His words made butterflies flutter through her tummy. Her cherry throbbed in reaction. A punishment plug.Two papilla suckers.
Some panty vibrators. He’d used handcuffs to secure her hands together above her head. “Good girl. Now, I’m going to have a play. Your rules are not to hold anything back. You can moan, cry out, beg. You’re also not allowed to come without my permission. If you break that one, then I’m going to spank you every night for a week.”
How did she get herself into these predicaments? Seriously. She’d been around the whole island trying to find a way to get to the Maldives. She could fly. If she wanted to go through Nairobi. Which, considering she didn’t have her passport on her wasn’t exactly an option. Oh, and then there was the fact she had no money. She could find work on a private boat.
Like what smarmy Shark Tooth offered her earlier. Maybe she should have taken him up on that offer. Even if he did give off seriously bad vibes, she was kind of at rock bottom here. Sitting on the beach, she sighed. There was another option, of course. Call her family. Her mother would have a meltdown. She could hear her now, crying how Alina would be the death of her. Then one of her older brothers would get on the phone to yell at her.
And her father would sit quietly in the background, trying to work out how they would find the money to bail her out of another catastrophe. No. That was the last resort. She didn’t want to stress her parents out any more than they already were. There was always Salem. Her oldest brother was also the calmest and the least likely to read her the riot act. Maybe he’d secretly wire her some money and help her get a new passport. Okay, yeah, that was the best idea. She glanced at her phone.
No reception here. She’d see if she could push her credit card limit and get a room in a cheap hotel tonight, then try to call him. Getting to her feet, she weaved tiredly. Drat. She’d put her body through too much stress today. She could just see her mother shaking her finger at her face, then she’d fuss at her until she ate and rested. Longing filled her. She’d taken off from her family as soon as she was able to. She’d felt smothered and had just wanted to be independent. And yet, she would give anything she had to feel her mother’s arms surround her.
To smell her dad’s cheap cologne tickling at her nose. To have her brothers screw with her hair and tickle her until she nearly peed. As she walked up the beach toward town, a shiver ran through her. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught movement. She froze, her heart racing. Why hadn’t she stuck to the more populated areas? Why was she always so reckless with her safety?