Chapter 11
Silas
It didn't make sense to buy her so many clothes when I wanted to keep her chained and naked by my side. That wasn't practical but it was nice fantasy. I watched her fold the last of her clothes and slipped the lube into my pocket. I sat on the bed as she stood up.
“Come over here, Everly,” I said, patting my leg. “Sweatpants off and bend over my knee.”
She hesitated, rightly suspicious of my intentions.
“We need to re-lube you for your star performance tonight.”
That's all I needed to say for her to drop her pants and close the gap between us. I helped her bend over my knees, adjusting her position until her bare bottom was at the highest point. Her hair fell over her face and covered the floor.
“You've been such a well-behaved toy,” I murmured, massaging her buttocks.
I took my time easing the anal plug out, patiently waiting for her to relax. There was little lube left on it. I placed it on the towel and pulled the lube out of my pocket.
She exhaled slowly, melting into my lap as I parted her cheeks. Her skin was warm beneath my palms, already flushed. I could feel the tension in her muscles—the anticipation.
“Let’s keep you stretched and primed,” I said, covering two fingers with lubricant. She flinched as the gel touched her entrance, but didn’t resist. She never did when I touched her like this.
“You know what I like, don’t you fucktoy?” I whispered, tracing slow, lazy circles with the slick. “Ready to be used. Filled. Paraded.”
She made a soft sound, more breath than voice. I slid my finger in, twisting it gently to make room. The plug had trained her well. She took it like it was second nature now.
“Good girl,” I said approvingly, sliding in a second finger just to hear her gasp. “Almost ready for curtain call.”
I stretched my fingers, watching her ring yield. She moaned, squirming on my lap, her fingers tugging at my trousers.
By the time the plug was back inside, she’d be begging for me to ruin her pussy.
“That’s my good girl,” I said when I felt her relax her muscles again. “Keep your little fuckhole open for me. I’ll fill it up tonight.”
“Silas. Ooh,” she moaned.
After a few minutes of stretching, I pulled out and grazed my fingers over her pussy. Dripping wet.
I reached for the plug and coated it with a thick layer of lube. She knew what was coming and took a deep breath. She swallowed it all up. Even the widest part slipped in easier.
My girl’s virgin hole was ripe and ready.
Eris would witness me pop her daughter’s anal cherry.
But first I needed to own Everly’s womb.
“I rubbed her back, lifting her T-shirt.
‘Are you ready for your next load, Everly?’ I asked, my voice low and deep.
‘Yes, please,’ she said so politely, I couldn’t help but laugh.”
“A little ass play and you’re already dripping all over my trousers,” I murmured, pulling her upright. “Take your clothes off.”
I stood and began unbuttoning my shirt, watching her rub her thighs together as she tugged her T-shirt over her head and reached behind her for her bra.
Her breasts swayed—those same breasts that would soon grow heavy with milk.
My cock twitched against my trousers at the thought.
“Go stand by the balcony window. Legs spread. Hands on the glass.”
She glanced toward the double doors.
“But someone might see me,” she said, her brow furrowing.
“I highly doubt it. There are only a few houses out back.”
When she still didn’t move, I calmly shrugged out of my shirt.
“I want people to see how much you love being my nasty little toy.”
Her brow smoothed. Her back straightened. But it was those dark brown eyes that gave her away—lit the fuck up like Christmas.
Huh. She liked the idea of being watched.
Everly was the gift that just kept on giving.
My eyes followed her as I worked open my waistband, making quick work of shedding my trousers.
Her hands were planted on the glass, legs spread wide, and her arse curved out in silent invitation.
“You’re my perfect little toy, Everly. I will never betray you. Do you understand?” I said, closing the space between us.
She looked over her shoulder, and for a moment, she looked vulnerable—but she nodded.
“You’ll carry our child,” I murmured, planting my palm over her belly. “And I’ll worship you every single day.”
“Doesn’t Voss Industries come first?”
“It did—before you,” I said honestly.
I lifted her hair, pushing it over her shoulder, and kissed along the curve of her neck. She sighed, so I kept going—along her shoulder, then her mouth, tracing my tongue over her lower lip as I slipped my cock between her thighs.
“Now be a good girl and take what I give you,” I whispered, teasing her with my length, her slick already coating me.
She tilted her hips for me, a silent plea for more.
“You see? We fit,” I said, gripping her hip, easing in deeper so she could feel it. “You were built to be bred.”
“Silas, I… I need you, please,” she whispered, breath hitching.
“Tell me what you need, little toy,” I murmured, nipping at her shoulder as my hand slid from her belly up to her breasts.
She leaned back into me, offering herself without hesitation. Not out of submission—but trust.
That trust was essential.
My hand cupped her breast gently, thumb brushing over the peak as I pressed closer.
“I’ll give you everything,” I said into her skin. “Not just my name. Not just my legacy. You’ll have me—whole.”
Her breath caught as I rolled my hips against her, slow and deliberate.
“I want to feel all of you,” she whispered.
I buried my face in her neck, breathing in the scent of her skin—of us.
No anger. No revenge. Just the quiet ache of wanting something real.
She was warm, open, already clenching in anticipation, and I pressed forward—prying her open to give her what she asked for.
What we both needed.
She wrapped around me like a vice—hot, silken, desperate—and I nearly lost control. My tight little fucktoy was a revelation.
The sunlight poured in, catching her hair, lighting her up like a fucking offering.
My perfect little cunt. My undoing.
Her hands were on the glass, back arched, thighs parted in surrender.
She didn’t flinch, didn’t fear me. She gave herself over like she already knew I was hers to ruin.
Her cunt gripped me with each breath, each trembling gasp, and all I could think was mine.
Mine to fill. Mine to breed. Mine to destroy and worship in equal measure.
I wanted to fuck her through the glass until the neighbours knew her name. Until they understood no one else would ever get this close to her.
And still—it wasn’t enough.
“Press those fat tits against the glass,” I hissed. “Let everyone see how much you love my cock inside you. Show the world what a good toy looks like.”
She obeyed without a sound. Her breath fogged the glass in quick, shallow bursts. Her skin flushed under the sunlight, and my name slipped from her lips like prayer and possession rolled into one.
I lifted her leg in the air and drove home—deep, hot, tight.
Her whine cracked into a cry as I gave us what we both needed.
“Yeah, you love that, don’t you? You love being owned,” I panted, fingers digging into her hip and thigh, holding her exactly where I wanted.
“Ooh—y-yes,” she stuttered, nails scraping down the glass, too far gone to care if the world saw.
I angled my hips and thrust upward.
She screamed.
I held that angle and kept driving into her, relentless, until her slick dripped down my balls.
Sweat built across my back as my hips snapped back and forth, faster, harder—every stroke a claim.
Her cries echoed through the room, cracked and raw.
Everly.
My obsession. My undoing. My fucking broodmare.
“You want it, baby?” I rasped, voice frayed from restraint.
She nodded—wild, wrecked, mine.
“Tell me,” I growled, dragging it from her.
“B-breed me, Silas,” she moaned, voice trembling.
My hand slid from her hip to between her thighs, fingers finding her swollen and soaked.
Conception was more likely when she came.
And I wanted that.
I wanted everything.
I fucked her so deep that I felt the tip of my cock bump into something. But it didn't stop me. My balls slapped her each time and when I felt her pussy flutter around me, I rubbed her soaking clit in circles.
Her body jerked, and she howled my name. Broken and desperate. The gush of her come covered my cock. Her pussy began to milk me, and with a low growl, I emptied my balls deep inside her. Spurt after spurt, my cock pulsated with each one.
My breath was ragged and my legs were weak, but I still dragged her to the bed.
Laid her face down.
Covered her with my body.
Kept myself buried inside her, sealing her up—so nothing I’d given her could spill out.