003: Token of appreciation

Diane

Fuck.

The sensation was too much. Every time his tongue swirled around that tiny, sensitive bead, a jolt of electricity shot through my spine. “Oh… Yes… right there… please! Ohh… my fucking God! Oh…!”

I was soaking wet, my juices coating his lips and chin, but he didn't care. He drank me in.

“Nnnngh-ah! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

I began to shake, my first climax hitting me like a massive wave. My walls squeezed as I let out a long, high-pitched wail of pleasure that shattered my brain.

But he wasn't done. Not even close.

He moved down from the bed. He started peeling off the buttons of his shirt,

revealing a hard, dangerous-looking body frame.

So fucking hot! My wolf whispered into my head.

This man looked like he did dirty work for a living. With ink covering most parts of his skin. Pure muscle and scars, a body built for taking what he wanted.

He proceeded down. In seconds, his pants were down, and he stood there naked.

Fuck. My mouth watered, pussy clenching at the sight. Fuck, he was so massive.

He climbed back onto the bed, his dark, heavy gaze not leaving mine. He pinned my hands above my head with just one of his large palms.

Fuck. I felt so small under his towering figure.

“You like this, don't you?” he whispered darkly in my ear. “Call me Daddy.”

My heart nearly stopped. The filthiness of it, owing to the fact that this man was unaware that the lady he had pinned against this bed could order his head off his body in less than a second—and he didn't seem to care. Treating me like I was something he owned.

A new surge of heat went straight to my core. “Daddy,” I whimpered.

A small smug smile formed on his face. “Good girl.”

In one hard thrust, he entered me.

“Ahhhhhhh…!” I screamed at the satisfying feeling of having something so big and alive fill me completely, reaching depths that I didn't know I had.

He was so big… ah… so fucking big… “AHHH! Oh fuck…! Ohhh, you're so big… Mnnnmmhnnn!”

He started to move. Each thrust was deep, powerful. He fucked my brains out, his hips slamming into mine with a steady, punish-like rhythm.

Slap.

Slap.

Slap.

I didn't know if it was the alcohol or the way his cock was hitting deep, but I couldn't think anymore. I couldn't breathe.

All I could do was moan for him over and over, my head tossing against the pillows.

“Ah… yes, daddy, yes… oh fuck, yes, daddy.”

“Daddy! Ah-ah-ah! Please, more! Give it to me!”

He suddenly flipped me over, forcing me onto my hands and knees. He grabbed my hips, pulling them back so he could go even deeper from behind.

He thrust back inside.

“Dadddyyyyyy!!!” I screamed.

“Yes, peanut.”

“Just… ah… just… ah… like… mnn… that,” I screamed.

Every time he hit the right spot, my vision went white—blur. I could barely see a thing.

“OH! OHHH! Fuck me! Yes, yes, yes, yes!” I wailed, my face buried in the mattress.

“You're so tight, my little bird, so fucking tight,” he growled in a low, animalistic rumbling tone. His hands gripped my waist so hard I knew they would leave marks.

“Tell me who owns this pussy. Tell me!”

“You! Ahhh! Fuck… Daddy. It's you. You own it! Daddy owns it! Yes! Nnnngh!”

He increased the speed, his thrusts becoming shallow and frantic. I felt my second climax building, even more intense than the first. My pussy walls clamped around his thick length, pulling him deeper.

This was the first time in months—years—I was feeling alive. Fulfilled. For the first time, I felt like I was being claimed the way I should be.

“I'm—I'm gonna—AHHH!”

“Cum for daddy,” he commanded, his own breath coming in ragged gasps.

I felt my stomach knot, my body vibrating with the force of the orgasm. Seconds later, I felt him stiffen.

“Ahhhhhrrrrg!” he roared as he emptied himself deep inside me.

We collapsed onto the bed, the smell of sweat and sex sweet in the air.

The room was full of sweat and heavy breathing. I was completely undone. He reached over, pulling me against his chest, and for the first time, I felt completely taken.

I fell asleep in his arms, smelling his scent. I didn't want to know the gravity of what I had done. I left the guilt feeling for later. For now, I felt like an Alpha’s daughter again.

…..

My brain woke up before I did. My eyes snapped open. Fuck!

My head! My head was a banging mess of aches. My hand flew to my temple, rubbing it slightly.

Then I looked around.

The room. It wasn't familiar. It—

Shit!

The memories of last night flooded my head. The moans, the screams, the…

I quickly jolted up from the bed, my body aching in places I had forgotten existed. I looked around. That man from last night—he wasn't here.

He was gone.

Then I saw it.

Lying on the pillow next to me was a small package. I shifted, reaching for it. I opened it, and I found a new set of black lace lingerie.

It wasn't as expensive as the one he had ripped off me last night, but it was a perfect replacement.

I don't know why, but I smiled.

He knew he had ruined mine, and he had left me this, knowing I wouldn't go home naked.

And possibly something to remember him by.

I quickly put it on, pulled my long coat over it, and hurried out of the room.

It was already 7:00 a.m.

I had to get home before Julian did.

The drive back to the chambers felt like a nightmare. My heart was racing. I felt like I was carrying a huge secret, and I could still feel the phantom touch of that man's hands on my skin.

I smelled like him.

I sneaked through the back entrance of the mansion. I held my breath as I climbed the stairs, praying the house was empty.

Just as I reached the top of the stairs, I froze. My heart sank, a huge lump clogging my throat.

“Where are you coming from, Diane?”