**”Daddy’s Playroom”**

The second the door clicked shut behind us, I could feel my pulse hammering between my thighs. The playroom was *his* space—dark walls, plush mats, and a single red light casting long shadows over the toys lined up against the wall. My breath hitched when I spotted the fuck machine already set up in the center of the room, the thick silicone attachment glistening with lube.

Daddy didn’t waste time. His hands were on me before I could blink, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my leggings and dragging them down my thighs. “Good girls don’t wear panties,” he growled, his palm smacking my ass hard enough to make me yelp. The sting was delicious, and I could already feel how wet I was, my pussy aching for him.

He spun me around and shoved me toward the padded bench, the one I knew was meant for doggy. My knees hit the soft leather, and I arched my back instinctively, sticking my ass up for him. “Fuck, look at you,” Daddy muttered, his fingers tracing my slick folds. I whimpered when he pressed two fingers inside me without warning, his calloused skin dragging against my tight walls. “Already soaked. You were thinking about this all day, weren’t you?”

I nodded, gasping as he curled his fingers, rubbing that sweet spot deep inside me. “Yes, Daddy—*fuck*—I couldn’t stop thinking about your cock.”

He chuckled darkly, twisting his fingers until I was squirming, my hips rocking back against his hand. “Greedy little thing. But I’m not the one fucking you tonight.” His free hand grabbed my hair, forcing my head up so I could see the fuck machine waiting. My mouth went dry.

Daddy stepped back, leaving me empty and whining, but before I could beg, I heard the clink of metal. Cool cuffs snapped around my wrists, strapping them to the bench. “You’re gonna take this toy like a good girl, and you’re gonna watch in the mirror while I play with your tight little ass.”

The machine whirred to life, the thick attachment gliding between my thighs, rubbing against my clit before nudging at my entrance. I bit my lip as the tip pressed inside, stretching me open in one slow, torturous push. “Oh *God*—” The stretch burned just enough to make me moan, my pussy clenching around the invading silicone.

Daddy’s hand smacked my ass again, making me jolt forward, taking more of the toy. “That’s it, take it all.” His other hand gripped my hip, holding me still as the machine started fucking me, deep, measured thrusts that had my whole body shaking. Every time it bottomed out, I could feel the base hitting my clit, sending sharp shocks of pleasure up my spine.

Then his fingers were back, but not where I expected. I gasped when I felt his thumb circle my asshole, pressing just enough to make me clench around the toy still pistoning into my pussy. “Daddy, please—”

“Shh, I know what you need.” The slick sound of lube made my stomach flip, and then his finger was pressing into my ass, slow and unforgiving. The stretch was insane—my pussy was full, my ass was full, and my moans were a broken mess as he twisted his finger inside me. “Fuck, look at you,” he groaned, his other hand gripping my hair again, forcing me to watch in the mirror. My face was flushed, my lips parted as I panted, my tits swaying with every thrust.

The sight of Daddy behind me, his cock straining against his pants as he finger-fucked my ass, was enough to make my thighs tremble. “You gonna come like this?” he growled, crooking his finger inside me just as the machine hit that spot deep in my pussy.

I couldn’t answer—my whole body locked up, my cunt squeezing the toy as I came so hard my vision whited out. Daddy didn’t stop, working me through it, his fingers relentless until I was sobbing, oversensitive and trembling.

Only then did he unbuckle his belt. “Now it’s my turn.”

And fuck, I couldn’t wait.