**”Daddy’s Playroom”**

The door to Daddy’s playroom clicked shut behind us, sealing me into the dim, red-lit space. My pulse pounded in my throat, already slick with anticipation. The room smelled like leather and lube, a scent that always made my pussy throb before he even laid a finger on me.

Daddy didn’t waste time. His big hands gripped my wrists, dragging me toward the padded bench at the center of the room. The restraints were already waiting—thick cuffs lined with soft fur, but unyielding when he buckled them around my wrists and ankles. I was spread wide, legs forced apart, my dripping cunt on full display.

“Look at you,” he growled, palming my tits through my lace bra. “Already wet for me, babygirl?”

I gasped when he pinched my nipples hard, the sharp sting making me arch. “Yes, Daddy. Always for you.”

He smirked, pulling out the first toy from the shelf—a thick, veined dildo, easily as big as his fist. My breath hitched, my pussy clenching around nothing. *Fuck*, that was huge.

“Gonna stretch this greedy little cunt wide open,” he muttered, lubing it up slowly, watching my face. “You’re gonna take every inch, aren’t you?”

I whimpered, nodding fast. “Yes, Daddy. Please—I need it.”

The cold lube dripped between my thighs before he pressed the fat head of the dildo against my entrance. Even with the slick, the stretch burned. I whined, squirming, but the restraints held me in place.

“Shhh,” he soothed, his free hand gripping my hip. “Relax, baby. Let me in.”

With one firm thrust, he buried the first few inches inside me. My cunt fluttered, trying to adjust, but Daddy didn’t stop. He pushed deeper, the thick girth forcing me open in a slow, relentless invasion.

“Fuck, fuck—” I panted, toes curling. It hurt, *god*, it hurt—but the pleasure was already bubbling up underneath, my clit throbbing like crazy.

“That’s it,” he grunted, watching my pussy stretch obscenely around the toy. “Take it. All of it.”

He didn’t wait for me to adjust before shoving the rest in, bottoming out with a groan. I cried out, my walls spasming around the massive intrusion, my body shaking.

“So fucking tight,” Daddy muttered, gripping the base of the dildo. “Think you can handle more?”

Before I could answer, he started moving—slow at first, dragging the toy almost all the way out before slamming it back in. The force knocked the breath out of me, my tits bouncing with every thrust.

“Daddy—*please*—” I sobbed, torn between the overwhelming stretch and the pleasure sparking through me.

“You love it,” he growled, increasing the pace. “Love being my little fucking plaything, don’t you?”

I did. *Fuck*, I did. The pain blurred into pleasure, my pussy drenching the toy, the obscene squelch of lube and my own slick filling the room. My clit ached, ignored, desperate for touch.

Then Daddy smirked, pulling out another toy—one even *bigger*.

“No—Daddy, I can’t—”

“You can,” he cut me off, lubing the second dildo. “And you *will*.”

I nearly screamed when he pressed the tip against my already-stretched hole. The pressure was unbearable, my body fighting the invasion, but Daddy didn’t stop. He forced the second toy in alongside the first, my pussy stretched *wide* around both.

“Oh my *god*—” I sobbed, thrashing against the cuffs.

“Fuck, look at you,” he groaned, his cock straining in his pants as he watched me struggle. “Taking it like a good girl.”

He didn’t move them yet—just let me feel the unbearable *fullness*, my cunt stretched to its limit. Then, with a brutal twist of his wrist, he started thrusting them both in and out.

The pleasure was instant, white-hot and overwhelming. My body gave in, my pussy sucking the toys deeper, my orgasm building fast.

“Daddy—I’m gonna—*fuck*—”

“Come,” he commanded, slamming the toys deep one last time.

I shattered, screaming as my cunt clenched around the massive intrusion, my climax tearing through me like a fucking earthquake.

Daddy didn’t stop. He kept fucking me with the toys, dragging out my orgasm until I was half-sobbing, oversensitive and trembling.

Only then did he finally pull them out, watching my gaping, ruined hole flutter.

“Good girl,” he murmured, unbuckling my cuffs and pulling me into his arms.

I collapsed against him, boneless and wrecked.

And *loved* every second of it.