10. Damian
DAMIAN
The recording device nestled in her necklace captured every vile threat Elias made. Every promise to destroy what she loves. Every word that drove her to betray me.
I kick the bedroom door shut behind us, my jaw clenched so tight my teeth ache.
"Strip."
Dusty's hazel eyes widen, her delicate fingers fumbling with the zipper of her dress. The fabric pools at her feet, revealing the soft curves I've worshipped, claimed, bred. My sweet little thief who tried to sacrifice herself for me.
"On the bed. Spread out."
She obeys, her honey-blonde hair fanning across the pillows as I bind each wrist and ankle to the corners. The silk ropes slide through my fingers with practiced ease, securing her in a perfect X. Vulnerable. Exposed. Mine.
"You were going to throw yourself away." I trace the curve of her spine, watching goosebumps rise across her porcelain skin. "Let that bastard hurt you. All to protect me."
"I couldn't let him destroy you?—"
"Without trusting me to handle it. It is my job to protect you, not the other way around." I retrieve the leather flogger from the drawer, letting the tails drag across her lower back. She shivers, her breath hitching. "Without believing your daddy could keep both of us safe."
"I was scared?—"
The first strike lands across her ass cheeks, not hard enough to truly hurt, but sharp enough to bloom heat across her pale skin. She gasps, her body jerking against the restraints.
"What did I promise you, little girl?" Another strike, watching pink spread where leather kissed flesh. "That you're mine to protect."
"Daddy, please?—"
"But you didn't trust that, did you?" The flogger connects again, her ass cheeks reddening under my methodical attention. "You made decisions about us. About our future. All on your own."
Tears streak her cheeks, not from pain but from something deeper. The realization of what she nearly threw away. What we both could have lost.
"I'm sorry—" Her voice breaks. "I'm so sorry, Daddy."
"Words aren't enough." Two more strikes paint her ass a deeper shade of scarlet. "You need to promise me. Never again. No matter how scared you get, no matter what threatens us—you come to me first. Always."
"I promise!" The words tear from her throat in a broken sob, her entire body trembling against the silk restraints that hold her spread and vulnerable before me.
"I promise, Daddy. I'll never—" Her voice catches, hitching on another sob as the weight of what she nearly destroyed crashes over her.
"I'll always trust you. Always come to you first. No matter what. No matter how scared I get."
The raw sincerity in her voice, the complete surrender in every trembling line of her body, satisfies something primal deep in my chest. The dominant in me that needs her submission, her trust, her absolute faith that I will always be her shield against the world.
I drop the flogger, letting it fall to the carpet with a soft thud that seems to echo in the charged silence between us.
My hand immediately moves to smooth over the heat radiating from her punished skin, feeling the warmth bloom beneath my palm where the leather has painted her ass cheeks a deep, satisfying scarlet.
She's so responsive, so perfectly mine in this moment of complete vulnerability.
"Good girl."
I leave her bound while I grab ice from the kitchen, returning to find her exactly as I left her—waiting, trusting, surrendered. I press a cube to her reddened flesh and she gasps, her back arching.
"Shh." I trace the melting ice across each heated cheek, soothing the sting. Water trickles down her thighs as I work, alternating between cold relief and warm kisses pressed to her punished skin. "You're forgiven, baby. But you remember this feeling next time fear tries to make you run."
Her fingers curl around the silk restraints, knuckles white.
"Yes, Daddy. I'll remember."
I lean down, kissing the small of her back, tasting salt and surrender.
"Now let me show you what happens when my little girl learns her lesson."
I set the ice aside, watching the last droplets trail down her thighs. My palms smooth over her reddened ass cheeks, feeling the heat radiating through my fingers. The pink has deepened to scarlet where the leather left its marks, painting her skin with proof of my dominance and her submission.
"So fucking beautiful." I knead the tender flesh, watching her hips shift restlessly against the mattress. "Every mark reminds you who you belong to."
"Yours, Daddy." Her voice comes out breathy, desperate. "Only yours."
I lean down, pressing open-mouthed kisses to each heated cheek. She tastes like salt and sweetness, her skin fever-warm beneath my lips. I work methodically, covering every inch of punished flesh with reverent attention until she's writhing against the silk restraints.
"Please—" The word breaks on a whimper as I kiss lower, tracing the curve where ass meets thigh.
"Patience, little girl."
I spread her wider with my thumbs, exposing the pink pucker of her ass and the glistening evidence of her arousal below. She's so fucking wet already, her pussy lips swollen and slick. My cock throbs at the sight, but I force myself to take my time.
My tongue traces a slow circle around her tight hole. She jerks hard against the restraints, a shocked gasp tearing from her throat.
"Daddy!"
"Relax." I breathe hot air across the sensitive skin before licking again, longer this time. "Let me worship every part of you."
Her thighs tremble as I work her ass with methodical attention, alternating between broad strokes and teasing circles. The taste is intimate, forbidden, mine. Each flick of my tongue makes her moan, the sound muffled by how hard she's biting her lip.
"Oh god—" Her fingers claw at the silk binding her wrists. "I can't—it's too much?—"
"You can take it." I push my tongue inside, just the tip, feeling her clench around the intrusion. "Take everything Daddy gives you."
I move lower, dragging my tongue through her soaked folds in one long, deliberate stroke. She cries out, her back arching off the mattress as much as the restraints allow. Her pussy tastes like honey and need, flooding my mouth with proof of how desperately she wants this.
"Fuck, you're dripping." I seal my lips around her swollen clit, sucking hard enough to make her scream. "All this from punishment? From knowing you disappointed Daddy?"
"Yes!" The word tears from her throat, raw and honest. "I'm sorry—I'm so sorry?—"
I slide two fingers inside her cunt, feeling her walls clench around me while my tongue returns to her ass. The dual penetration makes her thrash, sobbing my name like a prayer. Her milk lets down, warm droplets hitting the sheets beneath her heavy breasts.
"That's it, little girl." I curl my fingers, finding that spot inside that makes her see stars. "Show me how sorry you are. Come all over Daddy's face."
Her entire body goes rigid, every muscle locked as the orgasm crashes through her. She floods my hand, soaking my beard, her cries echoing off the bedroom walls. I don't stop, working her through every wave until she's limp and gasping.
"Beautiful."
I release the silk restraints one by one, her wrists and ankles bearing faint pink marks from where she strained against them. She collapses into the mattress, boneless and trembling, her honey-blonde hair a wild mess across the pillows.
I climb over her, settling my weight between her spread thighs. My cock presses against her soaked pussy, hard as steel, but I don't claim her yet. Not until I've kissed away every tear, every fear, every doubt that made her think she could face the world alone.
"Look at me, little girl."
Her hazel eyes flutter open, glassy and unfocused. Pupils blown wide with pleasure and submission. Her lips are swollen from biting them, parted on shallow breaths that ghost across my face.
I capture her mouth with mine, tasting her surrender. She melts beneath me, her small hands coming up to clutch at my shoulders like she needs the anchor. The kiss is rough, possessive, my tongue claiming every inch of her mouth until she's whimpering against my lips.
"Mine," I growl against her mouth. "Every fucking part of you."
"Yours, Daddy." The words come out slurred, drunk on endorphins. "Always yours."
I drag my lips from hers, trailing open-mouthed kisses along the delicate line of her jaw. Her pulse hammers beneath my tongue as I work down her throat, feeling each rapid beat against my lips. She tastes like salt and sweet desperation, her skin fever-hot under my mouth.
Her neck arches, offering more, and I bite down gently on the junction where shoulder meets throat. She gasps, her nails digging crescents into my biceps.
"Daddy—"
I move lower, kissing across her collarbones, feeling her breath hitch with each press of my lips. The valley between her breasts is slick with milk that's been steadily leaking since her orgasm, warm droplets trailing down her ribs to pool beneath her.
Her tits are swollen, heavy with the need to feed. The pink nipples stand erect, milk beading at the tips like pearls. My mouth waters at the sight, primal hunger surging through me.
I capture her left breast in my hand, kneading the soft flesh. Milk sprays across my fingers, warm and sweet-smelling. She cries out, her back arching off the mattress to press more of herself into my palm.
"Please—" Her voice breaks on a sob. "It hurts, Daddy. I need?—"
"I know what you need."
I seal my lips around her nipple and suck hard. Milk floods my mouth in a warm, sweet rush that tastes like honey and cream and pure fucking submission. I groan against her breast, swallowing greedily while my hand works her other tit, coaxing more milk to flow.
"Oh god—" Her fingers tangle in my hair, holding me against her chest. "Yes—like that?—"
I drink from her like a starving man, pulling deep mouthfuls while she writhes beneath me. Her pussy grinds against my cock, soaking my shaft with her arousal. The dual stimulation—my mouth on her tits, my cock pressed against her cunt—has her spiraling toward another orgasm already.
I switch breasts, giving equal attention to the neglected nipple. More milk spills across my tongue, coating my throat, satisfying something primal deep in my chest. She's feeding me, nourishing me, giving me the most intimate gift her body can offer.
I release her nipple with a wet pop, milk dripping from my beard as I position myself between her trembling thighs. My cock throbs, steel-hard and slick with her arousal, the head pressing against her soaked entrance.
"Look at me, little girl."
Her hazel eyes lock with mine, pupils blown so wide they're almost black.
Her lips are parted, swollen and kiss-bitten, shallow breaths ghosting across her flushed cheeks.
She looks wrecked already—hair wild, tears tracking through the dampness on her face, tits still leaking milk in warm rivulets down her ribs.
"I'm going to breed you now." I notch my cock at her entrance, feeling her pussy clench around just the tip. "Fill this fertile little cunt until you're carrying my child. You want that, don't you?"
"Yes!" The word tears from her throat, desperate and needy. "Please, Daddy—I want your baby?—"
I slam inside in one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt. Her scream echoes off the walls, her back arching so hard I think she might snap. Her pussy clamps down like a vice, molten and perfect, gripping my shaft so tight I see stars.
"Fuck—" I pull back and drive in again, harder this time. "So fucking tight."
Her hands claw at my shoulders, nails raking down my back hard enough to leave marks. Red lines bloom across my skin, stinging and perfect. She's falling apart beneath me, every thrust punching breathless cries from her lungs.
"Daddy—oh god—I can't?—"
"You can." I hook her knees over my shoulders, folding her nearly in half. The new angle lets me sink impossibly deeper, my cock kissing her cervix with each stroke. "Take every fucking inch."
Her eyes roll back, mouth dropping open on a silent scream as I pound into her. The obscene slap of skin on skin fills the room, punctuated by her broken moans and the wet squelch of her pussy taking my cock. Milk sprays from her bouncing tits with each impact, soaking both our chests.
"Look at you." I wrap one hand around her throat, not squeezing, just holding. A claim. A promise. "Taking Daddy's cock so well. Gonna pump you full, little girl. Breed this pussy until it takes."
"Please—" Her voice comes out strangled, thick with tears and need. "Please make me pregnant—want it so bad?—"
Her walls flutter around me, that telltale tightening that means she's close. I can feel my own orgasm building at the base of my spine, balls drawing up tight as I chase the edge.
"Come for me." I grind against her clit with each thrust, feeling her pussy spasm. "Come on Daddy's cock while I fill you up."
She shatters, her entire body convulsing beneath me. Her cunt clamps down so hard it borders on pain, milking my shaft as she floods us both with her release. The sensation drags me over with her, my cock pulsing as I empty myself deep inside her fertile body.
"That's it—take it all—" I thrust through my orgasm, grinding deep to make sure every drop stays buried in her womb. "Every fucking drop, little girl."
Her pussy keeps clenching, drawing out my release until I'm shaking above her. Spent and satisfied and more content than I've ever been.
I collapse beside her, immediately pulling her trembling body against my chest. She curls into me like she was made to fit there, her face buried in the curve of my neck while aftershocks ripple through her.
"Mine," I murmur into her hair. "Always mine."
"Always yours, Daddy."