Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
For as long as I can remember, long before I was old enough to understand what my heart’s desire was, I craved a Daddy Dom. But my wish wasn’t for the soft Doms I met online or even the depraved sadists I read about in my favorite smut novels. I longed for a man somewhere in between the two worlds.
A fantasy, surely, for where would a girl find a man who wished to care for her with a gentle hand? Yet wish to strangle every orgasm from her with the same strong fingers? As I grew, I gave up on my mythical Daddy dream. It’d never come true. There could be no man alive who’d keep sweet lovin Kaykay on her toes in the way she desired. Or so I thought.
In a Magic Bottle
On my evening run, as my feet pounded through the short grass of the meadow at the edge of the forest, the rays of the sinking sun blurred my vision, and I tripped. Over what? Not a tree root, for I was too far into the grass. Possibly my own foot, that’s how clumsy I am, but not this time. While brushing the dirt from my knees, I looked back to see what caught my toe, and something glistened—a sparkle of the setting sun reflecting off something glass.
Like a moth to a flame, I was lured into the twinkling bit of something sticking up from the ground. The air around me seemed to vibrate with excitement as my fingers curled around the neck of a small, dirty bottle. “What’s this?” I murmured to myself and brushed my fingers across the smooth surface. It was oddly shaped, perhaps from a different time than mine. I held the glass up high, looking for a label or raised bits at the bottom to tell me where it was from. As I searched, I felt it heating up. Warm at first, just enough where I thought maybe I was imagining the heat, but it grew warmer and hotter until it sizzled against my fingertips, and I was forced to drop the bottle. “Ow!” I squeaked and held my fingers to my chest.
My eyes grew wide when I noticed the dropped bottle began to shiver. Its base was digging back into the dirt as if to ground itself, and plumes of black smoke leaked from the bottle’s cork. The thick haze swirled inside the bottle as if trying to escape. I should have run or something, but I was frozen. Watching the pressure inside the glass push against the cork until it shot out like a rocket, and a rush of the heavy fog spewed out like a shadow.
Only it wasn’t just a shadow.
Only it wasn’t just a shadow. One moment it was, then I blinked, and it was a man—a tall, slender man with muscles framing his long arms and legs. I swallowed tightly as he stepped from the hazy, dissipating smoke and reached his fingers out.
They curled around my throat just as mine had gripped his bottle. My chin lifted, and the air slipped from my lungs when his dark chocolate eyes met mine. “Oh.” My lips parted, and he growled before lowering his lips to mine.
“Shh, baby. Daddy’s here.”
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