Bound to the Daddy (Knotted for Life)

Chapter 18

CHAPTER 18

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God, she feels so fucking good around my fingers. I can’t wait until I spread her open and fuck her properly. Far better than Brody ever could. Not that I relish the idea of comparing myself to my son, but if I can interpret her words, he’s never really made sure her pleasure came first.

I brush her clit with my thumb, my cock pulsing as she grinds up against me. Her moans flood my ears until it’s all I can hear. Mine. All fucking mine. But even having her like this, feeling her pussy clench around my fingers, isn’t enough.

My teeth ache as the need to claim her pours over me like pinpricks of pain skittering down my spine. I won’t be satisfied until there’s no escaping me. I’ve come too far to have her slip through my grasp on a technicality like her leaving in six months.

She will never leave me. Though I have no idea where this obsession came from, I do know I won’t rest until she’s marked and swollen with my child. The fact that she’s on the cusp of a heat just makes my plans all the more achievable.

I suppose I should be grateful for her poverty. Those two-bit suppressants of hers may have worked with less viral Alphas, but not with me. All it took was being in my presence for a little more than a week before her body rebelled.

Every now and then, I considered tampering with her suppressants, but I’m happy to know I don’t have to any longer. She will carry my child, and I won’t be the bad guy in her eyes. Not for this, at least.

Gritting my teeth, I pour all my obsession into my willing little omega. I tease her, torment her, take her to great heights of pleasure, only to pull back. Her whimpers and moans as she strains toward orgasm slam against me as if they’re a physical sensation.

Precum pearls at my tip and smears across the back of her dress. Gripping the fabric, I yank it up, exposing her back. With my fingers still embedded deep inside her pussy, I pull her against me and begin stroking my cock.

“Think you can come before me, sweet girl? Shall we see? Touch yourself while I finger fuck this pretty pussy. Beat me, and you’ll get a reward later.”

Her babbling response is incoherent as she lowers her fingers to her slicked clit. I continue to pound into her, groaning as she tightens around me. As good as it feels to stroke myself, my goal isn’t to actually win.

I want her to have this moment, to feel like she’s actually coming first, both literally and figuratively. I clench my jaw as I try to stave off my release, but she feels so fucking good rocking back and forth on my hips. Slick drips down, staining my pants, but I’m beyond caring.

Besides, who’s going to say a damn thing? No one. She’s my wife now, and I’ll take her where I want and when I want. The only thing that can foul up my plans is getting home before we’re done.

With one hand in her pussy and the other on my cock, it’s not like I can tell the driver to circle around. Leaning down, I skim my lips against the smooth column of her neck, breathing in her intoxicating scent.

“Better hurry, baby girl. Unless you want the driver to see you like this.”

Her gurgled squeal as she arches back against me causes my balls to clench so hard pinpricks of light dance before my eyes. I grip the base, staving off my impending orgasm. My knot swells, tingling as she grinds onto my fingers.

“That’s right, my luscious little wife. Fuck yourself on my fingers. God, you feel so good clenching around me like that. I can’t wait to fuck you, to devour you, to make you mine in name as well as deed.” Her pussy flutters at my words as soft whimpers flit through the car.

“I’m so close, baby. Where are you? Are you going to beat me? Come for me, princess. I know you can do it. Just relax and let yourself go. I got you. I’m not stopping until your slick pours over my hand.”

Her whimpers turn to frantic cries as her fingers continue to stroke her clit. Her inner walls ripple around me in a rhythmic manner, clenching and releasing, over and over. She’s close. So fucking close.

I pull out my fingers, ignoring her cry of protest. With a groan, I sink three into her, my body pulsing at how snug she feels wrapped around my thick digits. I invade her, fill her, and stretch her as I finger fuck the hell out of her.

Soon, her breath becomes erratic. “So close,” she whispers. “Please. Oh, please. Don’t stop. Please. Dear God. Almost. Almost. Oh, God. Almost there.”

I release the death grip on my cock and wrap my hand around her waist, anchoring her to me. “That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come for Daddy.”

Her cries of pleasure shatter the air as her body goes rigid. “Oh, God,” she screams out, the words vibrating with each rapid thrust of my fingers.

“That’s my good girl,” I purr into her ear as I continue to rock my fingers in and out of her soaking pussy. “God, you come so beautifully.”

My cock twitches against her back as my balls clench even more. With each shift of her body, she rubs against me, bringing me even closer to my own release. With her fully sated and limp in my arms, I stroke myself again, not holding back.

Her soft moans as she stretches spur me forward. Close. So fucking close. I nuzzle her neck, kissing the delicate skin until I get to her shoulder.

I’m not going to mark her. Not like this. I want my knot stretching her out as I claim her as mine. However, just running my lips over her skin makes my mind short-circuit, shutting out every other thought.

With a loud grunt, I run my hand up and down my length, my body trembling as my release comes close. I ease her forward just a bit and stare down at where her ass presses up against my knot. The skin is still pink from where I spanked her earlier, sending me over the edge.

Cum shoots out of me, and I groan with relief. It coats her back, causing her to squeal and jerk forward, only to find herself impaled a bit further on my fingers. With short, gentle strokes, I continue to milk my cock, smiling as each slide of my hand upward sends more cum jetting onto her skin.

“God, baby. You were perfect,” I sigh, pulling her back up so I can kiss the back of her head. “And just in time, too. We’re nearly home.”

With a smile, I start to pull her dress down, but she cranes her neck around to look at me. “But what about the cum?”

“What about it?”

“Aren’t you going to clean it off first? You’ll ruin the dress!”

“Baby, it’s high time you learn that you belong to me. If I want to paint you in my cum, that’s what I’m going to do. As for the dress, I have further plans to ruin it later. I never anticipated it lasting through the night.”

Her cheeks take on that adorable hint of pink as she ducks her head and looks away. “It was a pretty dress.”

“It was, and this is my way of showing you just how lovely I find you in it. Don’t worry, my pet. You’ll have far prettier dresses from now on. Ones that I fully plan on ruining and replacing.”

Her lips turn down for a moment as silence descends between us. As quickly as I can, I straighten both of us up and tuck my softening cock into my pants. The knot is still swollen, however, making it a little difficult.

Once we arrive, I help her out of the car. The driver wisely says nothing about our disheveled appearance. I’m more so grateful for Stephanie’s sake. She’s already having to acclimate to so much in such a short time.

Following her up to her room, I unzip her dress and ease it off of her gorgeous body. “Go get a shower, baby. I’ll be downstairs waiting for you when you get done. But first, get me your cutting kit.”

Her eyes widen for a moment as she stares at me. “Why do you want it?”

“Why are you stalling? I told you I will give you the pain you need. You no longer have to harm yourself to get it. Kit. Now.”

Her movements are slow, sluggish almost as she makes her way over to the cabinet by the sink. How many times have I gone in there to check on her pills? How did I not see it? When she finally retrieves the small bundle, I shake my head.

Hidden in plain sight. It looks like some fancy makeup kit or something similar. Of course, I would have never thought to look inside.

“Any others?”

“No. It’s just the one.” Her voice is so soft and forlorn, as if sad that I’ve taken this coping mechanism away.

“And your pills? How are you on those?”

With a soft sigh, she grabs the bottle and hands it to me. “Just two left.”

“I’ll make sure you have a refill by tomorrow. You will never have to go without these again. You’ll never have to pick between your medicine and harming yourself. But Steph, I’m serious when I tell you I want to know when you get these thoughts. I won’t judge you. I won’t condemn you. But I will give you the pain you require. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Daddy.” This time, she says the word daddy with a sigh, a hint of relief in her voice.

“That’s my good girl. Now go get cleaned up. Your prescription will be getting filled by the time you’re out. Take your time. I’ve got all night to defile you.”

That blush that I crave so much blossoms on her cheeks as she shuffles over to the shower. Before she can step into the hot spray, I grab her and hold her close, only releasing her after I kiss her on the head and drink in her scent.

Tonight can’t come soon enough, but I know she needs time to get used to things. And so I grant her these precious moments alone, a small reprieve so she can collect herself. Taking the steps two at a time, I hurry down to my office, bottle in hand.

I’m so engrossed in making sure I take care of my baby girl that I nearly miss Brody going back into the guesthouse. Though I don’t enjoy watching my son have sex, I hit record, knowing that Stephanie might need it as leverage. The absolute nerve of that asshole.

Until a few hours ago, he was set to walk down the aisle with Stephanie. And now, he has some other omega in his bed, screaming out his name. Anger slithers up my spine as I turn the screen off and go back to work.

After about thirty minutes or so, Stephanie comes down to the office. Her damp hair sticks to her skin, making her seem somewhat lost and abandoned. It doesn’t help that her lips are pulled down into a serious frown.

Though she seems a lot calmer, there’s still a cloud of electricity around her. The heat, no doubt. Giving her a wide smile, I open my arms, beckoning her to come in. But she doesn’t.

In fact, her frown gets even deeper. “This is wrong,” she whispered, tugging at the hem of her shirt.

“How so? We were matched and married. Can’t argue with the government.”

“No,” she mutters. “I suppose not. But what about-”

“Hey Pops!” Brody strides in, the stench of sex swirling around him.

If Stephanie smells it, she makes no mention of it. In fact, the girl steps toward him, a look of guilt shining in her eyes.

“So. I guess you got married?”

It’s as if my son didn’t even see her when he came in. At the sound of her voice, he jumps and stares at her as if she’s about to bite.

“Steph. Babe. What are you doing here?”

“I- I live here. Are you getting ready for your honeymoon?”

He runs a hand around the back of his neck. “Actually, funny thing. I got there and was told it was a clerical error. Weird, right? Apparently, someone else was supposed to get married instead of me.”

“Weird.” Her eyes grow large as she looks over at me.

Until she outright accuses me, I know better than to say a word. I simply smile and let her think what she wants.

“Does this mean you’re going to unblock me now?”

“Oh. Yeah. I guess I should. Hey. I got a meeting at a thing tonight. But next week, it’s you and me, baby. What do you think?”

I sit there, waiting for her to tell him the news, but she doesn’t say a word.

“It depends. Where are you planning on taking me?”

“Oh, you know, somewhere nice.”

“Really? Like the Meat Market?”

He laughs and shakes his head. “Good one, babe. I know you’re not a big burger person. I was thinking that small Italian place you like.”

Her face falls for a moment. “You mean the chain restaurant?”

“Yeah. That one. The Sicilian Something or Other. You know. The one I take you to all the time.”

“Yeah,” she murmurs. “That one. Can’t wait.”

“Later, babe. Sorry. Don’t mean to run, but you know. Work. It never ends.”

I simply stare at the imbecile, unsure of what Stephanie ever saw in him. When he flashes her those god-awful finger guns, I almost expose him then and there. But that’s not how I want to do it.

I want her to know the real boy she dated so she can see the difference between him and the man she’s married to. Once she has all the damning evidence, he’ll be out of her mind forever. And if not… Well, I’m sure I can persuade her in other ways.

“So, when were you going to tell him about your wedding?”