Page 44 of Blake

She stood there motionless as she waited for him to pull down her pants and panties and insert the plug. He made her wait for a moment, enjoying the rising tension. Then, he took a bottle of lube out of his bag and drizzled a generous dollop onto the plug.

“You ready for this, sweetie?”

“Mm-hmm. Ready as I’ll ever be!”

“Don’t forget you have your safeword if you need it.”

“I won’t forget, Daddy. But I don’t think I’ll need it.”

Blake slid his hand between Savannah’s thighs, delighted by how wet she felt already. He sought out her clit and gave it a couple of teasing strokes, then he kneeled down, pulling her butt cheeks apart a little. He couldn’t resist giving her ass cheek a little bite, and then he pushed the tip of the plug into her tight rosebud.

Damn, it looked hot. That rubbery black tip sticking out between her ass cheeks, splitting her open. He wished he could make her come right now, and then fuck her up against the tree, his cock sinking deep into her tight back passage . . . but that wasn’t what this exercise was about. Not yet, anyway.

“Don’t forget,” he said, pulling up her pants. “Every time your ass buzzes, you come back to me. It's a reminder that you’re mine, that I'm in control, even when you're exploring on your own."

Savannah hesitated for a moment before nodding. “It’s making me very horny, Daddy,” she said quietly. “I feel very full in my butt. But very empty in my . . . front.”

He smiled. “You’ll get used to it. Now, your first challenge is to build yourself a den. Use branches and leaves and anything you find around here, and make it as cozy and private as you can." He gestured to the surrounding woodland. "I'll be watching from a distance, but you're on your own."

Savannah hesitated for a moment before nodding determinedly. She ventured into the woods, and he couldn’t help but notice the slightly strange way she was walking, with her legs a little wider apart than usual.

He watched her gather materials and construct a small shelter, humming quietly to herself. First, she laid large branches up against a tree, then she filled it with smaller branches and leaves, creating a kind of rudimentary teepee. The sight of her hands, covered in dirt and scratches, stirred something deep within him—pride in her resilience and a fierce desire to care for her.

She was almost done when Blake reached into his pocket for the remote. He gave the red button a firm push and then felt his cock lengthen at the sight of her dropping the branches she was holding, and squirming with pleasure.

“Mmm,” she panted. “That feels . . . oh, that feels—”

“Don’t forget to come back to me, little one,” he reminded her.

She turned to look at him, her legs trembling and teeth chattering as she made her way slowly back to him.

“Good girl,” he said, wrapping her in his arms and kissing her. He slipped his tongue between her lips, kissing her long and deep. Then, ever so gently, he reached down to her butt and pressed the vibrating plug a little harder into her, letting her feel the full force of it. He pushed his hard cock up against her stomach, letting her know how much he was enjoying this too, and then he bent down and slid his fingers inside her pants, teasing her clit until she cried out his name, a rush of moisture seeping out of her.

“See? Good things happen when you obey your Daddy.” He turned off the remote control.

She gasped, looking up at him. “That was . . . I’m . . . Oh my.”

He grinned. “Pretty good, huh?”

She nodded.

"Next challenge," he said, fixing her with a stern expression. "Light a fire without matches or a lighter."

She frowned but set to work, green eyes focused.

Blake leaned against a tree, arms crossed over his chest as he watched Savannah work. She rubbed sticks together and blew on the tiny sparks that leaped to life. When the flames finally licked hungrily at the kindling, she looked to Blake with a triumphant smile. “I did it! Do I get to come now, Daddy?”

“I’m impressed,” said Blake. “Didn’t think you could actually do that.”

“You forget I grew up in the wrong part of town,” she replied. “I learned to make fire out of anything and everything as a kid.”

“Is that so?” Blake asked, pressing the remote again. He felt a possessive thrill knowing that she would be reminded of his control over her.

“Nnnng,” she said, shivering. “It’s happening again.” Shakily, she stood up straight and bounded over to him, jumping up and wrapping her arms and legs around him like a starfish. “I’m back!”

“Very impressive,” he muttered into her ear, his hands cupping her butt, fingers finding the plug between her cheeks. He began massaging it through her clothes, applying firm pressure and rhythmic circular movements, as she gasped with pleasure in his ear.

“I think I can make you come with this butt plug alone,” he told her.

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