Chapter 226: Chapter 226
Lyra
"Do it," I begged, eyes wild. "Co in , Daddy. Knot . Bury it. Fill
up again."
His hands gripped my hips. His face buried in my neck. His cock twitched violently.
And then he ca.
Thick spurts of Alpha cum exploded into
like a goddamn fire hose. It was so much. So hot. So deep. I could feel it hitting my cervix. I could feel it leaking imdiately, already struggling to be contained inside the tight seal of my cunt.
I scread.
I scread like I was being reborn. And he didn’t stop.
He kept coming.
He kept filling.
His cum pushed past the knot and down my thighs.
"You’re mine," he growled into my neck. "And you are the mother of my pups. I can’t wait to have them in my arms"
And I whispered back with my eyes rolling,
"Yes, Daddy. I’m yours. Always. Fuck
again when it leaks out."
And then he leaned in, voice low and dark and so calm it made my breath stutter.
"Let’s do BDSM, kitten."
Everything inside
paused. Even my pussy. Even my thoughts. Even the cum still dripping from between my legs.
"Huh?" I blinked up at him, blinking rapidly like my brain needed to reboot. "Wait, BDSM? No. No, Damon. I’m scared. I’ve seen those videos. There were ropes. There were clamps. There were people hanging from ceilings and crying in leather and kneeling on tiles like they were auditioning to be furniture. I’m not ready to be a nightstand."
He smirked. Of course he did. That terrifying Alpha smirk that ant he already knew I’d say yes.
"You’re no longer the innocent little girl that ca here last sumr," he said, and I swear to God my pussy fluttered just hearing him say the word innocent like it was a mory I wasn’t allowed to have anymore.
"You’re mine now. My Oga. My mate. My good little slut. You beg for my cock. You scream when I knot you. You take every drop of cum I give you like it’s your fucking job. And now I’m going to teach you how to obey."
I panicked.
Like, full-body Oga ltdown.
"Damon, wait—BDSM sounds scary. I don’t even know what half of the letters stand for. I only know the D is for Dom, and I thought that was just a hot mafia na.
"And the S might an spanking, which, okay fine, but I’ve seen people tied up and blindfolded and gagged with, like, ropes and leather and zippers in places zippers should not be.
"I don’t even know if I like that. What if you tie
up and then forget I’m there? What if I get itchy and I can’t scratch it? What if I panic and start screaming and then the neighbor calls the cops and they find
with a spreader bar between my legs like I’m so kind of sex scarecrow?"
He leaned closer, his voice dark and slow and so calm it made my nipples hard.
"It’s not about pain, kitten," he said, brushing his thumb across my lips. "It’s about control. It’s about trust. It’s about giving
everything—your moans, your whimpers, your tears, your cunt. It’s about surrendering, completely. Letting
tie you down. Gag you. Spank you until you sob and then kiss your tears until you moan. Blindfold you and make you guess which part of your body I’m about to ruin with my mouth."
I moaned. Audibly. And then I covered my face like a dramatic little whore.
He pulled my hands away.
"Want
to clamp your nipples until they ache?" he whispered. "Want
to chain your wrists above your head, leave you spread open, helpless, dripping, waiting? Want to feel
drag my tongue up your cunt and make you beg for permission to co?"
My mouth dropped open and stayed there.
I blinked up at him, red-faced and soaking, my clit throbbing so hard I wanted to cry.
"I don’t know," I breathed, but it wasn’t convincing. Even I knew it wasn’t convincing. My pussy knew it wasn’t convincing because it was already leaking again.
"You’ll learn," he said, and he sounded so sure, like he was already picturing
tied in silk, wrists bound to the bedfra, blindfolded, mouth gagged, cunt dripping, nipples stretched, legs wide, body squirming as he whispered filthy things in my ear.
"I talk too much," I whimpered.
"I’ll gag you."
"I flail."
"I’ll bind your wrists."
"I’m not a good submissive."
"You’re the perfect one."
He brushed his hand between my legs. His fingers slid through the slick that had already started to pool again, soaking the space between my thighs like my pussy was screaming to be used. He rubbed slowly, gently, filthily.
"You’re scared," he whispered, kissing my jaw, "but you’re wet. That’s all I need to know."
I shook. I lted. I moaned so loud I swore I woke the gods.
"What if I panic?"
"You say red," he murmured. "Daddy stops. Always."
"And what if I like it too much?"
His cock throbbed against .
"Then I’ll ruin you."
I ca.
Just like that.
I ca again. My cunt clenched. My body trembled. My mouth opened in a soundless moan as I fell apart on his knot with tears in my eyes and slick on my thighs.
"You’re ready," he whispered.
And I whispered back,biting my lips.
"Then show , Daddy. I want to be good."
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