Chapter 12
twelve
. . .
Jerald
The false alarm has passed, but it's lit a fire in my blood that won't extinguish.
The primitive part of my brain—the part that saw a threat and immediately moved to protect what's mine—is still in overdrive, demanding I stake my claim more permanently.
Make it unmistakable. Unbreakable. I just ate her pussy and now Tatianna sits on the felt-covered table, looking up at me with those big trusting eyes, her legs dangling over the edge, my shirt barely covering her used pussy.
She has no idea what she does to me—how the sight of her like this, rumpled and marked and filled with my seed, makes me want to howl with satisfaction.
But it's not enough. Not yet. The threat, even a false one, reminded me how easily she could be taken from me.
I need more. Need to bind her to me in the most primitive way possible.
"Come here," I growl, helping her down from the table, steadying her when her legs wobble beneath her.
She looks up at me questioningly, but follows without hesitation as I lead her from the climate-controlled room back into the main exhibition space.
The museum feels different now—less like a workplace and more like the site of our claiming.
Every corner, every gallery, marked by our scent, our sounds, our connection.
I guide her to the Hall of Gems and Minerals, where towering glass display cases house sparkling specimens from around the world. The cases themselves are massive—eight feet tall at least, reinforced with steel frames, designed to be unbreakable, immovable. Perfect.
"Jerald?" she questions softly as I position her in front of a case containing a massive amethyst geode, its purple crystals catching the emergency lights like frozen flames.
"Not Jerald," I remind her, crowding her against the glass, caging her between my body and the unyielding surface. "What do you call me?"
Her lips part, her pupils dilating as understanding dawns. "Daddy," she whispers, the word sending fresh heat straight to my groin.
"That's right," I praise, one hand tangling in her hair, the other sliding beneath my shirt she's wearing to find her bare ass. "And what are you?"
"Your little girl," she responds without hesitation, her voice breathy with anticipation.
"Mine," I emphasize, pressing my growing hardness against her soft belly. "You're mine forever, little girl—Daddy's gonna keep filling you until you're round with my baby."
A small moan escapes her at my words, her body melting against mine despite the multiple rounds we've already had. I spin her around to face the display case, pressing her front against the cool glass, her cheek flattened against the surface as I kick her feet apart with my boot.
"Hands on the glass," I command, waiting until she complies before continuing. "Keep them there."
She nods, palms pressed flat against the display case, her breath fogging the glass in rapid little puffs. I yank the shirt up to her waist, exposing her perfect ass and pussy to my gaze. Even in the dim light, I can see my seed glistening on her thighs, marking her as thoroughly used.
But not thoroughly enough. Not yet.
I free myself from my pants again, my cock springing forward, impossibly hard despite having emptied myself inside her multiple times already. The sight of her positioned before me—submissive, waiting, mine—makes me throb with renewed need.
"Look at you," I growl, running a finger through her folds, finding her still wet, still ready. “So beautiful with my cum dripping out of you.”
"Yes," she agrees, her voice small but certain. "For you, Daddy."
I line myself up, pressing the head of my cock against her entrance, teasing us both. “It’s not enough. I need to put more cum inside you. I’m crazed for you, little girl.”
She moans, something unintelligible.
“What’s that, little girl? Tell Daddy exactly what you want him to do to you.”
She hesitates only briefly, her cheeks darkening with a blush I can see reflected in the glass before her. "I want…I want you inside me."
"Not good enough," I counter, continuing to tease her opening with just the tip. "Tell Daddy exactly what you need."
She draws a shaky breath, then surprises me with her response: "I need you to breed me, Daddy. Need you to fill me up until it takes."
Christ. Hearing my own filthy fantasy echoed in her sweet, academic voice nearly makes me come on the spot. With a groan that comes from somewhere primal and unrestrained, I thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt in a single stroke.
She cries out, her body arching back to meet me despite the soreness she must feel after our previous encounters. I hold still for a moment, savoring the perfect clasp of her tight walls around my cock, the way she takes every inch of me like she was made for it.
"That's it," I praise, beginning to move in deliberate strokes. "Taking Daddy so beautifully. So fucking perfect for me."
The display case doesn't budge an inch despite the force of my thrusts—solid, immovable, like my claim on her. Her cheek slides against the glass with each drive of my hips, her breath creating expanding clouds of fog that shroud the precious gems beyond.
"Mine," I chant with each thrust, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "Mine. Mine. Mine."
"Yours," she gasps in response, her inner walls clenching around me with each declaration. "All yours, Daddy."
I lean forward, covering her body with mine, my chest to her back, my mouth at her ear. "Going to put my baby in you tonight," I promise, the words pouring out uncensored. "Going to watch your belly swell with my seed. Everyone will know what I did to you. Who you belong to."
Her whimper of response only fuels my possession. I slide one hand around to her front, finding the spot between her legs that makes her shake.
"You want that, don't you?" I growl, rubbing tight circles that make her inner walls clench rhythmically around me. "Want Daddy to breed you. To mark you from the inside in a way that can never be undone."
"Yes," she admits, voice breaking as pleasure builds. "Please, Daddy, yes!"
Something snaps in me at her willing submission, at her acceptance—no, her active wanting—of my darkest fantasy. I pick up the pace, driving into her with renewed purpose, each thrust bottoming out inside her perfect body.
"No one else gets to have this," I growl, nipping at her ear. "No one else gets to feel this tight pussy grip their cock. No one else gets to fill you with cum. Just Daddy. Only Daddy."
"Only you," she agrees breathlessly, her fingers scrabbling against the smooth glass for purchase as I pound into her.
The gems and minerals watch impassively from their displays as I claim what's infinitely more precious—this perfect woman who responds to my possession like she was created specifically for me.
Who melts at my touch, who calls me Daddy in that sweet voice, who takes everything I give her and asks for more.
"Come for me," I demand, feeling my own release building rapidly. "Come around Daddy's cock while I fill you up."
She shatters instantly, her body convulsing in my arms, her pussy clamping down on me like a vise as she cries out my name—my title—"Daddy!" The sound echoes through the empty hall, bouncing off glass cases and marble floors.
I follow immediately after, unable to resist the pull of her climax. With a roar that would terrify anyone within earshot, I drive into her one final time and unleash, pumping her full of my seed yet again, my vision whiting out at the edges from the force of my orgasm.
"Take it all," I command through gritted teeth, grinding against her as my cock pulses inside her. "Every. Fucking. Drop."
She moans, body still trembling with aftershocks as I empty myself completely. When I finally still, we're both panting, her cheek still pressed against the display case, my body covering hers completely, protectively.
"Mine forever," I murmur against her hair, unwilling to withdraw from her body yet. "Never letting you go now, little girl."
"Don't want you to," she whispers back, the admission making something fierce and possessive roar with satisfaction in my chest.
I stay buried inside her for long moments, both of us catching our breath, connected in the most primal way possible. Eventually, I withdraw slowly, watching with male pride as my release immediately begins to leak from her well-used pussy.
So much seed. So many loads pumped deep inside her virgin body throughout the night.
The chances of her not getting pregnant seem impossible to my primitive brain.
The thought of it—of her belly swelling with my child, of her body changing because of what I've done to her tonight—makes my spent cock twitch with renewed interest.
I turn her gently to face me, lifting her into my arms. Her legs wrap around my waist, her arms around my neck, trusting me completely to hold her weight. Her face nestles against my throat, her breath warm and even against my skin.
She’s mine. Not just for tonight. Not just until the doors unlock. Forever.