I shifted over Kana, caging her between my arms. The city lights frad her flushed face, every detail of her expression open and vulnerable.
"Kana-chan," I murmured, brushing my lips against hers, "are you ready for ?"
She nodded, breathless. "Y-Yes… please…"
I grinned and lined up my tip against her entrance.
When I entered her, her gasp was sharp and imdiate, her hands flying up to grip my shoulders.
"Ah—Sousuke-kun…" she moaned, her eyes fluttering shut.
"No," I said, my voice firm. "Look at ."
Her eyes snapped open, and I found the exact angle that made her cry out—soft at first, then louder as I kept that rhythm, hitting the spot deep inside her that made her toes curl.
Her voice broke. "D-Daddy…"
The word slipped from her lips again and again, each ti weaker, needier, as if she couldn't stop herself.
"You like that?" I asked, my tone low, almost a growl.
"Yes… Daddy… don't stop…"
I pressed my forehead to hers, my thrusts controlled, deliberate. "Then let go. Completely. I don't want you holding anything back for ."
Her hands slid down to clutch at my back, nails digging in. "…Be more dominant… please…"
My brow arched slightly. "More?"
She bit her lip, her voice trembling. "Grab my throat… slap …"
I searched her eyes, gauging the seriousness in her request. The trust there was absolute.
My hand slid up, fingers curling lightly around her throat—not squeezing, just reminding her who held the control. Her breathing hitched instantly.
"That what you wanted?" I asked, my grip tightening slightly.
The tightness around my length was the only answer I needed.
I gave her cheek a sharp, controlled slap—not enough to hurt, just enough to send that jolt through her—and her eyes went glassy with submission.
"Good girl," I whispered, resuming the rhythm that had her gasping out Daddy between every breath.
Her voice was already thin and breathless, each "Daddy" tumbling out between shallow gasps as I kept her pinned. My hand stayed firm around her throat, guiding the pace, my body pressed tightly against hers so she couldn't escape even if she wanted to.
"You feel how deep I'm inside you?" I murmured, my tone low but commanding.
She nodded quickly, eyes wide and glassy. "…Y-Yes… Daddy…"
"Then take it. Every bit of it."
Her back arched against the mattress, the motion pulling a strained moan from her lips. My grip on her throat tightened fractionally, and her response was instant—her entire body trembling under .
"Too much?" I asked, testing the line.
"…No… I—ah—need more…"
Her words only pushed harder. I kept my rhythm unrelenting, finding that exact spot inside her again and again until her voice fractured completely, the word Daddy spilling from her lips like a mantra.
"You're going to co for like this," I told her, my voice firm, "and you're not stopping until I say so."
Her eyes rolled back, a helpless whimper escaping her throat, but she obeyed—clinging to , holding on as I drove her right to the brink. I could feel the exact mont she shattered, her whole body locking up before breaking apart in my arms.
"S-Sosuke! I-I am c-cummming!"
"That's it," I coaxed, my voice soft but still in control. "Give it all to ."
When her trembling finally eased, I eased my hand from her throat, brushing my thumb gently over the reddened skin. Her breathing was ragged, her hair damp against her flushed cheeks.
"Still with ?" I asked.
She gave a small, dazed nod. "…Yes… but… I can take more…"
"Turn over. Now."
Kana obeyed instantly, the command bypassing any thought in her mind. She rolled onto her stomach, still catching her breath, her hair spilling across the sheets. Sosuke's hand slid down her spine, pressing her lower back until she arched for him.
"Up on your knees."
She moved like she was being pulled by invisible strings, every motion dictated by him. Her hands clutched the pillow in front of her, her breathing unsteady. Sosuke knelt behind her, one hand gripping her hip, the other at the small of her back, keeping her exactly where he wanted her.
"Don't move unless I tell you." His voice carried that quiet authority that made her body respond before her mind could catch up.
When he pushed forward, the sharp gasp that tore from Kana's throat was swallowed by the pillow. His grip tightened on her hip, setting the pace—slow, deliberate, each thrust calculated to keep her teetering on that edge he'd built for her earlier.
"Hold still," he murmured, guiding the sway of her hips with a firm pull, forcing her to feel every second of it.
Kana's knuckles whitened around the pillow, her voice breaking into soft, desperate sounds. Every movent was his choice, not hers—every shift of her hips, every shiver that ran through her. She stayed where he held her, small and pliant beneath his control.
"That's it… stay right there for ."
Her breath hitched as I tangled my fingers in her hair, yanking her head back just enough for her neck to arch beautifully. The startled gasp that escaped her lips lted instantly into a needy moan, her hands clutching at my wrists as if they were the only thing tethering her to the mont.
"Look at ," I murmured, my voice low and unrelenting. My other hand closed firmly around her throat—not choking, just enough to remind her who was steering every second of this. Her wide, hazy eyes locked on mine, and I could see it—the crumbling edge of her composure.
Each deep, deliberate movent had her trembling harder, her voice spilling broken pleas in between sharp breaths.
"D-Daddy… please—"
"Not yet," I cut her off, my grip tightening in her hair, pulling her head back further until her lips parted on a shudder. "You hold it until I say."
Her body twisted under the command, shivering with desperate restraint. Every ti I drove her closer, she whimpered like she might snap apart.
"Please… let … I need—"
"You need?" My hand slid from her throat to her jaw, angling her face toward mine, dominance radiating in every syllable. "Then beg like you an it."
Her voice was barely more than a breath. "Please… let … I want it… inside … please, Daddy—fill …"
Her voice trembled, ragged and sweet all at once.
"P-Please, Daddy… inside… I need it— I need you…"
I kept her hair twisted in my fist, tilting her head back so her mouth opened in a helpless gasp. My other hand stayed tight around her throat, the frantic thrum of her pulse pounding against my palm.
"Need?" My voice was low, slow, the kind of tone that made her shiver before I even moved. "You don't get to decide when, Kana. I do."
Her thighs squeezed against , desperate, her hips trying to push back into mine—but I didn't give her the rhythm she wanted. I kept control, every movent deliberate, shallow, drawing out the ache until her breath ca in sharp little bursts.
"I… I can't—" she whimpered, voice breaking.
"You can. You will." My grip tightened just enough for her eyes to glaze over with that vulnerable, dazed look I loved. "But only when I say so."
Her whole body trembled, caught between obedience and the frantic need spilling out of her in every twitch of her hips.
Her voice cracked in another desperate plea, and that was when I leaned in, lips brushing her ear, my grip on her throat tightening just enough to make her gasp.
"Fine," I growled, the word low and final—an executioner's verdict.
I drove into her one last ti, hard and deep, holding her there as her entire body arched, trembled, and finally shattered beneath , every last bit of control torn away until she was nothing but soft, broken whimpers in my hands.
Her climax tore through her so violently that her nails raked down my back, her legs trembling and locking around as if trying to pull even deeper.
I stayed right there, buried to the hilt, hand still at her throat, feeling every rapid, frantic pulse inside her.
When I finally loosened my grip, she collapsed forward, burying her face into the pillow.
I stared at the liquid leaking out from her heat and onto the mattress and my length couldn't help but twitch. The sight was too much for .
Without giving her twitching body any warning, I grabbed her pale, white ass and drove my full length inside her.
Her exhausted body jerked at the sudden intrusion, but she didn't even try to push away.
No words. No protests. Just a shuddering gasp that lted into silent, ragged breaths as I set a relentless rhythm.
Every thrust made her knees slide a little farther apart, her limp arms barely holding her up. The muscles in her back tightened with each impact, her head hanging forward, hair spilling across her face. Her body gave everything without her voice—just the hot, wet squeeze around , the way her hips twitched weakly in answer to every stroke.
My grip dug into her big hips, pulling her back into with sharp, punishing force that made them jiggle with every impact. Skin against skin, the sound of it filling the room in a steady, brutal cadence. Her shoulders rose and fell faster, her chest heaving, but still—no words. Only her body, trembling and pliant, taking in.
I leaned over her, my chest against her back, the sweat on our skin slicking us together. My breath hit the back of her neck, hot and ragged.
"Mine," I growled, the single word grounding as I pounded into her harder, deeper, until her thighs began to shake uncontrollably again.
Her walls clamped down around with desperate pulses, her climax tearing through her even though she couldn't muster a single cry. I didn't stop—didn't slow—until the heat built to the point where my vision blurred.
"I am going to cum, Kana! Take it all! ," I snarled, almost a groan as I buried myself to the hilt, holding her there.
The release hit hard—hot, deep, filling her completely as I ground against her, every twitch of my length answered by another shudder from her.
She collapsed fully, cheek pressed to the pillow, still trembling as my seed settled deep inside her.
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