Ruin Me Like You Mean It

CHAPTER 2: COVERED IN DADDY'S CUM

LAURA

I’d lost count of how many times I’d come. My body was a traitor, clenching around the plugs, milking them as they fucked me senseless. Each orgasm ripped through me, leaving me shaking, sobbing, but they kept coming, one after another, until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the next began.

The ropes bit into my skin as I twisted, trying to escape, but I didn’t really want to. My body was giving up, surrendering to the pleasure, to the pain, to Zade. I couldn’t shout anymore, couldn’t beg with any real force. Not with his cock filling my mouth, stretching my lips, hitting the back of my throat until I gagged.

"Take it, baby. Take Daddy's fat cock"

He pushed deeper, hitting the back of my throat. Then he pulled out, letting me gasp for air, letting me beg with my eyes before sliding back in. Harder. Faster. The plugs buzzed louder, matching him, stretching me wider, filling me completely, ruining me from the inside.

Zade's thick cock in my mouth was the cherry on top. The perfect, filthy cake. I was drowning in it, in him, and I didn’t want to surface.

“Sing for me, Laura,” he commanded darkly, slapping my breast. I flinched, crying out around him. “Come on, baby. Let me hear that pretty voice while I fuck your face.” He pulled back slowly, letting the audience see the thick strings of spit connecting my swollen lips to his glistening cock, then thrust back in harder.

Gasps rippled through the room.

His hips snapped, his cock slamming the back of my throat with wet, filthy sounds. I gagged, tears streaming, but I didn’t pull away. My bound hands twisted uselessly, legs shaking as the plugs fucked me in perfect time with his thrusts.

“Good girl,” he praised, hand tightening in my hair as he slowed again, dragging his cock along my tongue before pushing deep. “Fuck, you’re so good for Daddy. Tied up, plugged, singing on Daddy’s cock while your cunt milks that plug. You’re fucking perfect.”

I moaned around him, the vibration shooting straight through his length. He wanted more. I could feel it in the way his grip tightened, the way his thrusts grew rougher. He fucked my mouth harder, faster, like he would my pussy, my lips stretched wide, throat working around him as he pushed deep. Tears poured down my face, but I took every inch.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned, watching himself slide in and out, my lips shiny and swollen. “Your mouth’s so fucking good. You’re gonna make Daddy come, aren’t you? Gonna swallow it all while those plugs fuck your greedy holes.”

I whimpered when he pulled back to let me breathe. “Daddy, please…I want... to come!”

“No, you can't” he growled, slapping my breast hard, then my stinging lips. “You don't get to come again now” He thrust back in, slow and deep, dragging along my tongue before hitting my throat again.

My throat worked around him as he thrust deeper again, holding himself there, letting me choke softly before pulling back just enough to let me breathe. Spit dripped from my chin, mixing with my tears. My pussy clenched hard around the thrusting plug, my ass fluttering, every nerve screaming. I was so close—too close—but he’d forbidden it, and somehow that denial only made the ache sharper, sweeter.

He groaned, low and guttural, his hips snapping faster. “Fuck, baby…your mouth…take it all.” His balls tightened against my chin with every thrust, his control fraying at the edges. I could feel him swelling, throbbing, so close to the edge.

I moaned louder around him, letting the sound vibrate through his cock, begging with my body since my mouth was full. My hips bucked uselessly, chasing the brutal fucking of the toys, my clit throbbing painfully for just one touch. The crowd’s murmurs had become a roar in my ears, their lust feeding mine.

He yanked my hair back suddenly, pulling his cock free with a wet pop. Strings of saliva connected us for a heartbeat before snapping. I gasped, my chest heaving, my lips swollen and tingling.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

My glassy eyes lifted to his. He stroked himself fast, slick with my spit, the head purple and leaking.

“Open,” he growled.

I obeyed instantly, my tongue out, tears still falling.

“Good girl.” He slapped his cock against my tongue once, twice, then thrust back in deep, fucking my throat with short, punishing strokes. “Gonna fill that pretty mouth while those plugs ruin your holes. You’re gonna come when I say, understand?”

I whimpered around him, nodding frantically.

He groaned above me, his hand fisted in my hair, holding my head still as he thrust deep into my throat.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned, his voice rough with need. “Take it all, baby. Swallow Daddy’s cum.”

He thrust harder, faster, his hips snapping, cock pulsing. “Fuck—Laura—take it—fuck!”

Hot, thick ropes flooded my mouth, spilling over my tongue, down my throat. I swallowed greedily, moaning as the taste of him overwhelmed me.

His groans were raw, animalistic, his body shuddering as he emptied himself into me. I licked my swollen lips as he pulled out, savoring the last drops, my chest heaving as I gasped for air.

The plugs chose that moment to hit a savage new rhythm, pounding mercilessly.

I was fucking a mess—his cum was everywhere. On my face, my tits, my mouth, my stomach, dripping down my thighs mixed with my own juices. He had come so many times I couldn’t count, painting me like I was his canvas.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, his hand cupping my cum-streaked face. “Covered in my cum, crying, shaking. For more.”

I couldn’t speak, could only whimper as he tilted my head up, forcing me to meet his eyes behind the slit of his mask.

The crowd’s moans still echoed in my ears, their sounds blending with my own ragged breaths. I’d never had sex in front of people before, never thought I’d want it. But I fucking loved it.

“Now,” he snarled, stuffing my mouth with his cock. “Come for Daddy. Now.”

The command shattered me. My body seized, my pussy clamping down hard on the thrusting plug, my ass fluttering wildly as wave after brutal wave crashed through me.

I screamed around the last pulses of his release, tears streaming, my body convulsing against the ropes. Pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain ripped through every nerve, my vision whiting out as I came harder than I ever had, my juices gushing down my thighs, soaking the floor beneath me.

“You were such a good girl, Sinella,” he praised, his voice dripping with pride as he pulled out the plugs. “Took everything I gave you. My cock, my toys, my cum. You’re fucking perfect.”

The audience erupted, a sudden wave of gasps and murmurs, some of them slapping their hands together as if they couldn’t believe I’d survived him. That I hadn’t died under his hands.

Zade smirked, his eyes glinting with dark promise.

“Time for your reward, baby,” he said, his hands moving to the ropes binding my legs. He untied them slowly, his fingers brushing my thighs, making me shiver. Then he moved to my wrists, freeing them with the same deliberate care. Then he scooped me up, carrying me to the bed in the center of the stage.

The audience gasped, a ripple of anticipation running through them. He was going to fuck my sore, ruined pussy?