~Lyra~My body jerked. The bed creaked. I couldn’t stop the broken noise that spilled out of my throat. “I’ll supervise your studies,” he hissed, snapping his hips into mine so hard I nearly screamed. “With your legs tied. Your pussy soaked. Your mouth stuffed so you don’t make noise while you revise.” I moaned into the mattress, my eyes fluttering, my pussy clenching like it was starving. “I’ll discipline you,” he went on, fucking harder now, rougher, using my body like it was his property and the world needed to know it. “Every time you lie to your mother. Every time you talk back. Every time you forget who owns this tight little cunt.” I couldn’t breathe. My whole body was rocking into the bed with every brutal thrust, his knot dragging against the sore, overstretched edges of my pussy like it was meant to rip me open and fill me again. “She thinks I’m protecting you,” Damon grunted, gripping my hips tighter, dragging me back onto his cock like I was his own personal fu
~Lyra~ “…he seems like a man who takes discipline very seriously.” I blinked. I blinked again. I wanted to scream. My mother just said Damon Thornvale. The man currently buried so deep inside me I could feel his heartbeat in my pussy. The man who had made me come four times and was grinding into my sore, swollen clit right now with two fingers like I was his own personal fucktoy. The man who literally had my best friend calling him Daddy two days ago. She just called that man a role model. “I think he’ll help you stay on track,” my mum continued, like she wasn’t talking about my ruin in real time. “You’ve always been a bit… impulsive. Rebellious. But he’s firm. Focused. Protective.” I let out a noise. It wasn’t a moan. Not this time. It was some kind of strangled sob-laugh-choke hybrid because what the fuck was happening right now. Damon leaned over my back, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “You hear that, sweetheart?” he whispered, smug as hell. “Mummy wants
~Lyra~ “I didn’t sleep at all, like not even one second, and the fan was on but somehow I was still sweating like I was being cooked from the inside out. I kept waking up thinking there was a rat in the room but it was just my hair sticking to my leg. And then I had this dream that I was being chased by a goat in lingerie, which is probably Tasha’s fault. “I farted in my sleep, I’m pretty sure. The kind that sounds like a trumpet from hell. And then the lights blinked and I thought we were being haunted, and then I rolled over and the bed squeaked so loud I’m sure the house thought I was getting dicked down by a demon. Not that I was. I mean..obviously not. Obviously I wasn’t. Because I haven’t had sex and I’m on my period. My womb is literally closed for business right now.” I was sweating. Trembling. Clenching. Lying like a fucking demon. Damon was grinning behind me, still buried to the base, his hand sliding across my waist like he was proud of me for being so unhinged
~Lyra~ Well my mum called back and I shouldn’t have picked up. I swear to God I knew the moment my finger brushed the screen and that fucking call connected, I was making the dumbest mistake of my life. My cunt was still swollen. Damon’s knot was still inside me. I could literally feel his cum dripping out of me like honey oozing out of an overstuffed donut and yet somehow my dumbass still answered the phone like this was a good time to chat with my mother. “Hello,” I said, and my voice came out like I’d just run a marathon while sobbing through a porn scene. My throat was raw. My lips were still wet. My whole body was trembling. I sounded like a girl who just got wrecked. Because I fucking had. “Lyra?” she said, and instantly I wanted to throw the phone across the room. Her voice was so sharp, so clear, so full of motherly suspicion it made me clench around Damon’s cock all over again. I froze. Damon didn’t. He was still behind me. Still buried inside me. Still fucki
~Lya~ My cunt clenched like it was trying to trap him My cunt clenched like it was trying to trap him, squeeze him, milk him until he had nothing left to give me. And then The cum hit It slammed into me like a wave, filling every inch, every crevice, every tight little spot inside me that had been desperate for this. My body jerked. My thighs gave out. My vision blurred. And I came so hard my entire soul left my body and floated over the fucking bed watching me squirt down his knot like a broken, fucked-out bitch who didn’t even deserve to feel this good “Oh my God Damon Damon Damon fuck fuck I’m coming I’m coming Daddy I’m gonna fucking pass out I swear I can’t breathe I can’t stop squirting I’m gonna drown us both in it fuck..” Buzz My phone I heard it Faint under the sound of skin slapping and bed creaking and me moaning like a fucking bitch in heat but it was there and it was ringing I turned my head Saw the screen light up Mum No No no no “Fuck..Mum.
~Lyra~ When his cum was still hot and thick inside me and I was too full to move, too sore to think, too fucking wet to pretend I didn’t love every filthy second of it. I lifted my hips just a little, even though his knot was still swollen and stuffed inside me so deep it ached. And the second I moved? More of his cum leaked out. “Oh my God,” I moaned again, louder this time. “It’s still coming out of me. I can feel it dripping down my thighs. I can hear it. I’m so full, Daddy. You bred me so good. I can feel your cock twitching inside me. I can’t stop clenching.” He reached around and slapped my pussy. I screamed. The sound that flew out of my mouth wasn’t even a moan anymore — it was a fucking cry. “You like that, baby girl?” he growled in my ear, voice rough and thick and smug. “You like moaning for her? You like letting her hear what a soaked little knot-hungry slut you’ve turned into?” “Yes,” I gasped, my whole body shaking. “Yes, yes, fuck, yes. I don’t car