Chapter 6: Daddy Please

~Lyra~

I fucked myself hard.

Fist buried.

Palm slapping wet against my clit.

Juices leaking down my thighs.

And then..

The door creaked.

Again.

Slow.

Louder this time.

The air changed.

I felt it in my spine.

In my cunt.

He was there.

Watching.

I didn’t stop.

I spread my legs wider. Arch my back.

Let my pussy open wide under the steam..wet, swollen, glistening like it was already fucked raw.

My fingers stayed right where I needed them, rubbing circles over my clit, faster now, slicker. Every touch made my hips jerk. Every breath was a moan.

“Do you see it, Daddy?” I whimpered.

My voice cracked. My head dropped. My mouth fell open as I kept rubbing, faster, rougher, like I needed to rub the ache out of my soul.

“I’m dripping for you…”

My free hand moved down.

Slid between the cheeks of my ass.

I pressed my fingers deeper..past my folds, between the swollen lips of my cunt, until I was knuckle-deep in my own heat.

I fucked myself.

Hard.

One finger.

Two.

Then three.

I gasped.

The stretch was filthy. Loud. Soaked.

Water slapped the floor. Steam curled around me like a cloak of sin.

And I didn’t stop.

Couldn’t.

“Fuck… Daddy… fuck..”

I bit my own lip to keep from screaming.

The slick squelch of my fingers plunging into my cunt echoed off the tile like p**n turned up too loud.

And the door?

It stayed cracked.

A sliver of hallway showing through.

Just enough for him to watch.

Just enough for him to see his little Omega bitch destroying herself for him.

I rocked on my knees, ass high, back arched, mouth panting.

“Please come in…”

I whimpered it like a prayer. Like a threat. Like an orgasm waiting to detonate.

“Please use me…”

I shoved my fingers in deeper.

Faster.

My palm slapped my clit.

I cried out..loud this time.

High. Desperate. Wet.

My pussy clenched around my fingers like it couldn’t take it.

And then I collapsed.

Right there on the floor.

On my side.

My thighs twitching. My belly fluttering.

My cunt leaking thick, creamy strings down my leg.

I rolled to my back, chest heaving, my hand still between my thighs as I rubbed slow, soft, teasing circles over my overstimulated clit.

I wasn’t done.

Not yet.

“Daddy…” I moaned again, breath shaking.

I reached up with my other hand..cupped my tit, squeezed it, pinched my nipple until it hurt.

And I pictured him.

Standing in the dark.

Arms crossed.

Cock hard under his pants.

Watching me like I was nothing but a toy that hadn’t earned the right to be touched yet.

I rubbed again.

My pussy clenched again.

And I came…

Hard.

A second time.

Sloppier. Messier.

My back arched. My mouth opened in a silent scream.

Juice sprayed across my palm.

And still..I rubbed.

My fingers were raw. My clit throbbed like it had been beaten. My whole body felt swollen with sex.

And when I finally laid still?

When the orgasm stopped shaking me?

I looked at the door.

Still cracked.

Still open.

But he wasn’t there.

Not visibly.

But I knew.

I fucking knew.

He’d seen it all.

And when I opened the bathroom door…

The hallway was still empty.

But the floor?

Wet.

Again.

Footprints.

Huge. Bare. Leading away.

Slow.

Just like before.

Just like he wanted me to know:

You’re mine. And you’ll keep doing this…until I decide you’ve earned my cock.

I stood there, trembling, thighs soaked in sweat and cum.

I didn’t move.

Didn’t breathe.

I let it sink in.

The humiliation.

The arousal.

The dark, spiraling obsession that had wrapped around my neck like a leash.

And as I crawled back to my room…

On my knees.

Naked.

Thighs soaked in sweat and cum.

Dripping on the floor with every move.

I didn’t try to hide it.

I let it trail behind me..my scent, my mess, my filth.

A slick, wet path across the floor that said exactly what I was.

A girl in heat.

A ruined little bitch.

A toy Daddy hadn’t touched yet..but already owned.

By the time I reached the bed, I was shaking.

My knees hit the mattress like a prayer.

I didn’t climb up.

I offered myself.

Ass up.

Face down.

Spine curved like a leash was yanking me from behind.

And I moaned into the sheets.

Because they still smelled like me.

Like need.

Like desperation.

But the pillow…

The one I’d clutched last night?

It didn’t smell like me anymore.

It smelled like him.

Leather.

Smoke.

That deep, dark alpha scent that made my thighs twitch and my pussy clench before my brain could process the arousal.

I dragged it into my arms.

Buried my face in it like I was suffocating in his chest.

And I whispered…

“Daddy…”