what did he do?

He didn’t say anything, just leaned in closer, his mouth claiming mine again. His tongue pushed past my lips, his taste overwhelming me, making me forget the pain. He kissed me with a fierce passion that left me breathless, his cock still pulsing inside me.

When he pulled away, his eyes were dark with need. "You'll take it all," he said, his voice a growl. "In your womb, baby. That's where you want me, isn't it?"

My eyes widened in shock. I hadn’t considered the full implications of what he was saying, but the thought of him filling me so completely sent a shiver down my spine. "Kael, no," I protested weakly. "We can't—"

"Shh," he whispered, pressing a finger against my lips. "Let Daddy take care of you. You're going to love it."

I could feel his hand moving between us, his thumb pressing against my clit as he thrust into me. The pressure built, and I couldn't help the moan that escaped me. He chuckled, the sound dark and sinful. "That's it, baby. Let it go."

The sensation grew, my body tightening around him. He kissed me again, his tongue dancing with mine as he pushed deeper. "I want to feel you come on me," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Do it, Sophia."

I moaned into the kiss, my body responding to his command. His thumb circled my clit, the pleasure building until I couldn’t hold back anymore. I came with a scream, my muscles clenching around his cock. He groaned, his eyes never leaving mine. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction.

As my orgasm subsided, Kael’s movements grew more urgent. His grip on my hips tightened, his hips pumping into me with a force that made the bed shake. "You're mine now," he said, his voice guttural. "You're going to carry my baby, my little slut."

The words sent a jolt of fear through me, but I was too lost in the pleasure to protest. He leaned down, his mouth capturing my neck as he bit down, marking me as his. The sting of pain only heightened my arousal, and I found myself begging for more.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice breathy. “Please, take me completely. Fill me up with your cum.”

Kael’s eyes darkened with lust at my words, and he quickened his pace. With each deep, powerful thrust, I could feel him getting closer to his own release. His grip on my hips was bruising, but I didn’t care. The pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming. I was lost in the sensation of him inside me, claiming me as his own.

"You're so fucking tight," he groaned, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration. "So good, baby. You're going to be so good for me."

I whimpered, my body tightening around him, the pleasure building again. His thumb continued to stroke my clit, the sensation making me dizzy. "Kael," I gasped, my nails digging into his back.

He responded with a low growl, his strokes becoming more erratic. I could feel the tension in his body, the strain of holding back his climax. His teeth sank into my neck, his breath hot and ragged against my skin. "I'm going to fill you up," he murmured. "You're going to be so full of me."

The words sent me over the edge again, my body convulsing around him. I screamed his name, my muscles spasming in ecstasy. He grunted, his movements growing more frantic.

"Now, baby," he groaned, his voice tight with need. "Take it all."

I felt his warm seed spurt inside me, filling me up in a way that was terrifying His body tensed, his cock pulsing with each spurt of cum. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt before, and I could do nothing but hold onto him as he pouree into  me fully.

As he came down from his orgasm, he kissed me again, his lips gentle on mine. His eyes searched my face, looking for something. I didn’t know what he was looking for, but I knew that I had changed in that moment. Something between us had shifted, and there was no going back.

He pulled out of me slowly, his cum slipping out and staining the sheets. He laid beside me, pulling the covers over us both. I was still trembling, my heart racing in my chest. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice softer now, the commanding tone gone.

I nodded, though I didn’t trust my voice to speak. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close to his warm, muscular chest. I could feel his heart beating rapidly, his breaths slowing as he tried to regain his composure. "You're so sweet," he said into my ear. "Don't ever forget that."

I didn't know how to respond. The situation was a whirlwind of emotions—shame, pleasure, fear, excitement—all tangled up together. I lay there, my mind racing, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

And then, before I could say anything, the door flew open and Kael's mother was standing there, looking at us in absolute shock. Her eyes took in the scene: her son’s shirtless form, the mess of the bed, and my maid's uniform on the floor. The color drained from her face, and she made a strangled sound.

Kael was quick to react. He quickly got off the bed, his cock still glistening with our combined juices. "Mom," he began, his voice tight. "It's not what it looks like."

But before he could say another word, his mother's gaze shifted to me. Her eyes were filled with a mix of horror and concern, but instead of the rage I expected, she hurried to my side. Gently, she placed her hands on my face, her touch surprisingly soft. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice quivering.

I looked into her eyes, unable to form words. My mind was filled with emotions, my body still trembling from the intensity of what had just transpired. Kael remained silent, his eyes darting between us, his expression unreadable.

"How old are you?" she asked, her voice shaking with a mix of concern and anger. "Did Kael make you do this?"

I looked up at her, my eyes wide and filled with unshed tears. I couldn't find the words to explain what had happened—how it had been a mix of desire and fear, how his touch had both terrified and excited me. I was only 18, and the reality of what we had just done hit me like a ton of bricks.

Kael, on the other hand, was equally surprised by his mother's reaction. He had expected anger, outrage, maybe even disownment. But instead, her eyes searched my face with something akin to pity, and he realized that she wasn't just seeing a maid who had crossed the line—she was seeing a daughter, a young woman who had been taken advantage of.