2. Ruin Me Like You Mean It

CHAPTER 1: TIED OPEN FOR DADDY

(WARNING: DEGRADATION, HARDCORE ROUGH SEX AND KINKS)

LAURA

“Please, Daddy… please, I can’t—oh God, I can’t take it anymore!” My scream ripped out of me, raw and desperate, as he cranked the speed on the plugs buried inside my pussy and my ass.

“Turn them off, Daddy, please! I’m begging you—my pussy, my ass, they’re fucking me so hard I’m going to break!”

I twisted violently against the ropes, my wrists bound high above my head, the thick cords cutting into my skin with every frantic pull. My thighs were forced wide apart, my ankles lashed to the cold iron poles, leaving my swollen, aching cunt completely exposed. The plug in my pussy throbbed and thrust relentlessly, stretching my slick walls with brutal, mechanical precision, while the one in my ass matched every punishing rhythm, driving so deep my hips jerked involuntarily, breath coming in shattered sobs.

He stood there stroking his cock, his eyes devouring every twitch of my body, every tear that burned down my flushed cheeks. I could see how hard he was, veins bulging along his thick shaft, pre-cum glistening on the tip. The sight only made the fire inside me worse.

“Oh, you can, baby" he growled, his hand moving faster along his length. “You love whatever I give you, don’t you?”

“No... I can’t—fuck, I can’t take it anymore! Let me come, Daddy, please! I’m begging you!” I sobbed, my breasts bouncing painfully with every useless twist of my body.

Zade didn’t listen. He never did when he was like this—lost in his hunger. And fuck, that was one of the things I loved about him. Loved. I hated myself for it, for the way my body craved the danger, the pain, the way he pushed me past every limit I thought I had. No man had ever done this to me. No man had ever taken me to the edge of these dark, twisted kinks I’d only ever fantasized about in the darkest corners of my mind. I’d always known I was fucked up, craving the kind of sex that scared me, that made my heart race with fear and want. But Zade? He was just as mad as me, maybe madder. His kinks were on another level, things I’d never even imagined until he dragged me into them.

I fucking hated him!

It wasn't supposed to be like this. He'd been my father's best friend for as long as I could remember. I had loved him like family, but after my father's sudden death, everything changed when Mom decided the best thing for me was to have a strong male figure to guide me. To protect me.

So she made me abandon volleyball. My dream. The one thing that had been mine—the scholarship I'd been working toward, the future I'd mapped out point by point. Gone. Because Mom thought I needed saving.

And who better to save me than Zade?

So I ended up under his roof. Under his rules. Under his gaze that grew heavier every day until one night the line between guardian and predator simply… dissolved.

That was two years ago. Now here I was, bound and spread on his stage, plugged and stuffed and craving to take the cock that once belonged to the man I swore I’d never forgive.

When I’d walked onto this stage and saw the ropes, the plugs, I thought he meant to end me. I thought this was it. But no. He just wanted to ruin me in the most delicious way possible.

The plugs were fucking me so hard I could barely think. My pussy was stretched wide, slick and swollen, the toy inside it pounding deep, hitting spots that made my vision blur. My ass was just as full, the other plug driving in sync, stretching me, filling me, making my hips jerk with every thrust. I tried to reach down, to touch them, to pull them out, but the ropes wouldn’t let me. My fingers clawed at the air, my body twisting uselessly.

Fuck, it was too much. But it was so fucking good.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this, baby" he said, voice low and rough with lust. “Crying, begging. Don’t you love it?”

“No,” I shook my head, sobs hitching, even as my hips ground uselessly against the air, chasing the vicious rhythm of the plugs ruining me.

"I know do baby. Begging for Daddy's fat cock to fill those greedy holes"

Zade had always been able to read me like an open book. No matter how much I screamed that I hated him, my body always betrayed me, always craved the torment he delivered.

“It’s fucking too much,” I whimpered as the plug in my ass slammed deeper, my thighs quaking.

“Too much?” he taunted, his fist pumping faster along his cock. “Your greedy cunt doesn’t think so, baby. Look at it, so fucking wet, begging for anything I shove in it. You were made for this, Laura. Made to take my cock, my plugs.”

My body twisted harder, ropes creaking, my wrists burning as I strained. The crowd around us murmured, feeding the fire in my veins even as I begged.

“I’ll do anything, anything! Just take them off—they’re fucking so hard it hurts!”

My tears only seemed to spur him on. He stepped closer, his fingers snapping into my hair, yanking my head back so sharply my mouth fell open on a gasp. My glassy, red-rimmed eyes locked onto his, and he smirked—that dark, possessive look that always made my stomach flip even when I wanted to hate him.

“You don’t get to decide what I do, little slut. You take whatever Daddy offers. And right now, you’re going to take my cock in that pretty crying mouth.”

He dragged the hot, heavy length of his cock along my neck. I felt my pulse hammering against his shaft, and a low groan rumbled out of him as he traced it down to my collarbone, then lower, circling one hard nipple with the slick tip, smearing pre-cum over the sensitive bud. Then he slapped my breast—hard enough to make it jiggle and sting. I cried out, my body arching involuntarily. He slapped the other, watching the skin flush red under his palm.

“Fuck, I love these tits,” he muttered, his voice thick. “So full, so fucking perfect for me to mark, to play with.” He slapped my mouth next with his cock, hard enough to make my gasp melting into a broken moan as the plugs thrust even deeper.

My cries grew louder, my body writhing uselessly against the restraints. The plugs were merciless, fucking me senseless, my pussy dripping steadily now, the wet sounds mixing with my sobs.

"Such a perfect fucking mouth"

He gripped my hair tighter, yanking my head into place. My mouth was already parted, lips trembling, and he slid his cock past them—slow, deliberate—savoring the moment my warm, wet heat closed around him.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, his head tipping back as my tongue brushed the underside of his shaft instinctively.

The plugs kept buzzing, kept pounding into me, and I moaned around his cock, the vibration rolling through him. The crowd’s moans swelled in response, a filthy chorus.

He thrust slowly, letting me feel every thick inch, his hand guiding my head to meet him. “That’s it, baby. Take Daddy’s cock. Show me how much that greedy cunt loves this.”

My sobs vibrated against his shaft, making him groan louder. His hips rocked, fucking my mouth with slow, controlled strokes.

“You love this, don’t you?” he asked, pushing deeper, slower, letting everyone see. “Your greedy cunt’s getting fucked by that plug, your ass too, and now your mouth’s full of Daddy’s cock. You’re such a perfect little slut, Laura.”

I tried to speak but my words muffled and garbled around his thickness. “Daddy, I—mmm—can’t, please!” Tears dripped onto his shaft, my body jerking as the plugs drove harder.

“You can,” he snapped, thrusting a little deeper, making me gag softly. "You can fucking take everything"

He moved my head to meet his thrusts, slow and deliberate, loving how my lips dragged along him, how my tongue flicked even through my sobs. The plugs kept their brutal rhythm, syncing perfectly, my thighs trembling, my wrists straining above me. I was spread open, plugged, helpless—and taking him like I was born for it.