Page 36 of Savage Daddies
“Just that the west side of the village was attacked, two outcasts were killed, and about a dozen got away in the darkness with some chickens, a goat, and some grain.”
“I’m sorry you heard that. We want you to feel safe.” There’s a vulnerable note in his voice that I’ve never heard before, but it makes me feel closer to him. He’s revealing a side of himself I’ve never witnessed before from any of my mates.
“I do feel safe here, Daddy Erik. But I wish I could explore the village. I’m starting to feel antsy. Surely nothing bad will happen during the day.” I give him a comforting smile, hoping to relieve the rest of his tension.
“I’ll talk to my brothers. Perhaps we can take you on a short walk in the village tomorrow.” His eyes light up, making him look younger and almost as playful as his twin normally does. “Is it really so bad, being our captive little girl?” He waggles his eyebrows at me and I laugh.
I reach for him, running my hands over his chest, feeling his hardened muscles through his shirt. Today, it’s his turn to stay home with me, while my other daddies are out working in the village. I’m not sure what they’re doing, but I assume it’s important. Perhaps they’re working in the gardens or greenhouses, or perhaps they’re building something or even keeping watch for the outcasts. I haven’t asked when they left each morning, knowing if I did they might glimpse the anxiety on my face as I worried about the outcasts.
Daddy Erik steps closer, until his chest is flush against mine, and I feel the hardness of his erection pressing on my lower stomach. He dips his head down and trails his lips along my neckline, bestowing soft kisses upon my exposed flesh. When his lips reach my face, he claims my mouth in his, kissing me gently as his tongue dances with mine. Heat pulses in my womanly core and I can’t help pushing my center against him, reveling in the feel of his hardness. His ready manhood.
Will he take me without his brothers present?
None of my mates have touched me, aside from giving me hugs and quick kisses, since the night they claimed me on the platform for all to see. I suppose they want to ensure I’m completely recovered from the ordeal before they take me again, but after several days I’m burning for their touch. Just this morning, I almost took matters into my own hands, but I stopped myself out of fear they would discover my naughtiness.
A low groan escapes him just before he withdraws from the kiss, leaving me quivering as I inhale deep breaths and squirm in place.
“How is your sweet little pussy?” His question is a deep growl as he reaches between my legs and squeezes.
My breath hitches and our eyes meet.
“Still sore?”
“N-no, Daddy Erik.” My heart pounds faster, tension coiling in my nether region, making me swelter in the confines of my clothing.
“What about your bottom?” His eyes darken. “Is your bottom still sore from the spankings you received four days ago?”
Unable to summon the words, I shake my head. Tremors run through me and I arch my center into my daddy’s hard, muscular body, suddenly breathless and aching for his touch. I’m rewarded with another one of his sexy growls. His enticing, woodsy masculine scent tantalizes my senses. I lean into him, resting my cheek against his shoulder as he tightens his embrace and continues kissing my neck. I tilt my head to the side, inviting more of his searing kisses, which are interspersed with gentle drags of his teeth along my flesh. Goosebumps erupt all over my body and I shudder with pleasure, a soft but needy moan escaping my lips.
He squeezes my pussy again, harder than before. “Does Daddy’s little girl need tending to?”
I move my hands up and down his back, admiring his strength and hoping he’ll make the aching in my privates feel better soon. Wetness is escaping my intimate lips already, the dampness gathering as my daddy keeps a firm hold of my pussy. Whimpers leave me and I gyrate into his touch, growing more desperate by the second.
“Please, Daddy Erik.Please.”
He pulls back and stares into my eyes. “Pleasewhat? Tell Daddy what you want, little Josie.”
I flush, embarrassed to say the words aloud. I couldn’t possibly ask him to claim me or stroke my pussy. I’m not even supposed to want real sex, let alone beg for it. Yet here I am, in the wildlands with one of my four mates, eager to be bent over the desk and pounded from behind. My pussy spasms at the image of Daddy Erik doing just that.
He gives me a severe look and begins lifting up my dress, until my skirts are gathered around my waist. He spins me around and forces me stomach-down upon the cool surface of the desk, then cups my panty-clad bottom. I’m wearing a pair of soft white panties trimmed in lace, and he soon runs one finger under the waistband and pushes my undergarments down to my knees.
“Tell Daddy what you want, little girl,” he says in a stern tone, “or you’re getting a spanking.”
I reach around, attempting to shield my bottom, but he quickly pins my wrists together at the small of my back. When I struggle and try to stand up, it only earns me two firm smacks to my bare cheeks.
“Please, Daddy Erik. No spanking.”
“Then tell me what you want.” He trails a hand between my thighs, brushing his fingers ever so slightly over my intimate folds. I lurch into his touch and whimper. “This is your last chance. If you keep quiet and don’t tell Daddy what you need, you’ll be spanked soundly and sent to stand in the corner with your reddened bottom on display so anyone who enters the room will see what a naughty little girl you’ve been.”
His threat causes my pussy to spasm once more. I gasp, not understanding how the savages’ sternness never fails to make me quiver with need. After swallowing hard, I take a deep breath, preparing to utter the shameful words that will save me from punishment.
“Please, Daddy Erik, I-I want you to touch my privates. And maybe, um, put your cock inside me.” The last five words escape me as a whisper.
“Good girl,” he says, finally applying more pressure as he strokes his fingers through my folds. “Tell me, do your privates ache right now?”
“Yes, Daddy Erik.”
“Mm. I thought so.” He slips between my nether lips, delving into my wet heat to spread moisture around my clit. “You’re very, very wet, little girl.”
