I Fucked My Ex’s Alpha Dad (and I Recorded It) III

I got on my hands and knees like he told me to.

The bed creaked under my weight. My dress was already on the floor somewhere behind me. I was completely naked now, ass up, face down against the sheets that still smelled like cheap detergent and my own perfume from earlier. My knees were spread. I could feel how exposed I was — my pussy still swollen and leaking from the club bathroom, thighs sticky.

Kael didn’t move right away.

I heard the soft sound of him setting my phone down on the nightstand. Then the rustle of clothes. A belt buckle. The quiet thud of his shoes hitting the floor. Every sound made my stomach twist tighter. This man was planning to destroy me. Oh moon goddess, help this poor cat of mine!

Then his hand was on me.

Big. Warm. Rough from years of being Alpha. He dragged his palm slowly down my spine, over the curve of my ass, and between my legs without any warning. Two thick fingers pushed straight into my cunt.

I gasped into the mattress.

“Still full of my cum,” he said, voice low and almost thoughtful. He curled his fingers, scooping some of it out and spreading it over my clit. “You walked out of that bathroom leaking like a used whore and now you’re dripping on your own bed for me again.”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My face was burning.

He pulled his fingers out and slapped my ass hard. The crack of it echoed in the small room. I jerked forward with a cry.

“That was for recording me,” he said calmly.

Another slap, just as hard, on the other cheek. My skin stung immediately.

“That was for thinking you could use the Alpha and then disappear.”

Two more in quick succession. My ass was already burning. I could feel the heat spreading across my skin.

“And that,” he growled, “was for letting my son treat you like you were nothing.”

His hand came down again, harder this time. I cried out, my fingers twisting in the sheets. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes — not just from the pain, but from how fucking wet I was getting from it.

Kael grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back so I had to look at him over my shoulder. His eyes were dark. Hungry.

“You’re going to take your punishment like a good girl,” he said. “And then I’m going to remind you exactly who you belong to now.”

He let go of my hair and shoved two fingers back inside me, fucking them in and out roughly while his thumb pressed against my asshole. Not pushing in, just resting there, a filthy promise of a bigger plan I wasn’t sure I’d survive.

“Say thank you, Alpha.”

My voice cracked. “Thank you, Alpha.”

“LOUDER!”

“Thank you, Alpha,” I gasped as he curled his fingers against that spot inside me that made my thighs shake.

He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock in one smooth thrust.

I screamed into the sheets.

He was so much deeper like this. The angle was brutal. He didn’t give me any time to adjust — just started fucking me with long, punishing strokes that made the headboard slam against the wall. Every thrust forced a wet, obscene sound out of my pussy. I could hear how messy it was. How much of his cum from earlier was still inside me, getting pushed out around his cock with every stroke.

“Look at this greedy cunt,” he growled, one hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. “Still trying to milk me even after I already filled you once tonight.”

He reached forward and grabbed my hair again, yanking my head up so I was forced to look at the phone on the nightstand. The screen was still lit. The video was paused on the moment he came inside me in the bathroom.

“Watch it,” he ordered. “Watch how you looked when you were using me for revenge.”

He started fucking me harder. The bed was shaking. My tits swung beneath me with every thrust. I could see myself on the screen, my eyes were glassy, my mouth open, taking his cock like I was starving for it.

And I was getting wetter. I hated how wet I was getting.

Kael leaned over me, his chest pressed to my back, and wrapped one hand around my throat from behind. Not choking. Just holding. Owning. 

Okay, maybe choking!

“You wanted my son to see this,” he rasped against my ear. “You wanted him to watch his father ruin his ex-girlfriend in a dirty bathroom.” His hips snapped forward, burying himself to the hilt. “Now you’re going to watch it while I ruin you again.”

He started rubbing my clit with his other hand while he fucked me. Fast. Rough. No mercy. The combination made my vision blur.

“Alpha.. fuck... I can’t–”

“You can,” he growled. “You’re going to cum on my cock while you watch yourself get used. And you’re going to thank me for it.”

My orgasm hit me like a freight train.

I came with a broken sob, my pussy clamping down around him so hard it almost hurt. My whole body shook. Slick and cum gushed out around his cock, soaking the sheets beneath us. I could hear how wet everything was — the filthy squelching sounds, my own desperate moans, his low growls of approval.

He didn’t stop.

He kept fucking me through it, using my orgasm to push himself deeper, harder. When I tried to collapse forward he grabbed both my wrists and pinned them behind my back with one hand, forcing my chest down into the mattress while he railed me.

“This is what happens when you play games with the Alpha,” he said, voice rough with effort. “You get fucked until you can’t think straight. Until the only name you remember is mine.”

He let go of my wrists and grabbed my hips with both hands, pulling me back onto his cock with every thrust. I was nothing but a ragdoll for him now. Used. Owned. The sounds coming out of me were pathetic — high, broken whimpers every time he bottomed out.

I felt him start to swell at the base. His knot. He was going to knot me.

“Alpha, wait.. it’s too much—”

“You’re going to take it,” he snarled. “You started this. Now you’re going to take every fucking inch.”

He pushed forward hard.

The stretch was obscene. His knot forced its way inside me, stretching my pussy wider than I thought possible. I screamed into the mattress as it popped in, locking us together. The pressure was insane. I could feel every throb of his cock as he started to cum —thick, hot pulses flooding my already stuffed cunt.

It wouldn’t stop.

He kept grinding against me, growling through his orgasm while his knot pulsed and pumped more cum into me. I could feel it leaking out around the seal of his knot, running down my thighs in thick rivulets. The sheets were soaked.

I came again — smaller, but sharper — just from the feeling of being so full and used.

For a long minute the only sounds were our heavy breathing and the wet squelch every time he shifted slightly inside me.

Kael leaned down and pressed his forehead between my shoulder blades. His voice was quieter now. Rougher.

“You’re mine now, Nova,” he said. “Not for revenge. Not for one night. Mine –until the Moon Goddess is no more!”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.

My body was still twitching around his knot. My mind was blank except for the overwhelming feeling of being claimed.

Then someone knocked on the door. Three hard knocks that made the whole apartment shake.

“Nova!” a voice yelled from the hallway. Angry. Familiar. “Open the fucking door! I know you’re in there!”

It was Asher. My ex. Kael’s son.

And I was still knotted to his father, cum leaking out of me in thick streams while the video of us fucking played on a loop on my nightstand.

Kael didn’t move. He just lifted his head, looked at the door, and smiled. A slow, dark, dangerous smile.

“Looks like we have company,” he murmured against my ear.