Alle Kapitel von Breed Me. Daddy Alpha: Kapitel 231 – Kapitel 240

“Wet.” I froze. Because he wasn’t wrong. I was soaking through my panties again. My thighs were sticky. My breath was erratic. My pussy was aching. “You’re evil,” I whispered. “You love it.” “I hate it.” “You’re already lifting your hips.” And fuck me. I was. My body was moving without permission, squirming, needy, traitorous. “I swear,” I gasped, “if I get pregnant with more from this, I will burn down the Moon Temple and scream your name into the ashes.” “You already scream my name,” he growled, unbuckling his belt. The second that belt buckle clinked open, I knew I was done for. Like done done. Like..stick a fork in me, carve “bred” across my tombstone, and build me a shrine in the Hall of Sluts because I was about to lose the last sliver of dignity I had left. And just when I thought this moment couldn’t get any more unhinged. The doctor absolutely screamed. “OH NO!!” she shrieked, spinning around like she’d just caught us committing a sacrificia

“Let’s do BDSM, kitten.” Everything inside me paused. Even my pussy. Even my thoughts. Even the cum still dripping from between my legs. “Huh?” I blinked up at him, blinking rapidly like my brain needed to reboot. “Wait, BDSM? No. No, Damon. I’m scared. I’ve seen those videos. There were ropes. There were clamps. There were people hanging from ceilings and crying in leather and kneeling on tiles like they were auditioning to be furniture. I’m not ready to be a nightstand.” He smirked. Of course he did. That terrifying Alpha smirk that meant he already knew I’d say yes. “You’re no longer the innocent little girl that came here last summer,” he said, and I swear to God my pussy fluttered just hearing him say the word innocent like it was a memory I wasn’t allowed to have anymore. “You’re mine now. My Omega. My mate. My good little slut. You beg for my cock. You scream when I knot you. You take every drop of cum I give you like it’s your fucking job. And now I’m going to tea

Oh my God. My thighs were soaked. Like dripping. Like actual puddle forming between my legs level soaked. And then he did it. He slid a soft silk gag between my lips..wet from my own spit and moaning..and tied it behind my head. Not tight. Just enough to hush me. Just enough to remind me who was in control. Just enough to make my pussy throb. “You look perfect like this,” Damon whispered. ~~~ I was bent over the thick padded bench in Damon’s secret sex dungeon..which, might I add, he built just for me..and all I could think about was how tight my pussy was clenching around nothing. My arms were cuffed behind my back. My ankles were strapped to the bench. My legs were spread wide open. My tits were hanging down like heavy, leaking milk bags with clamps on the nipples that stung just right every time I whimpered. My belly was full. My mouth was stuffed with a silk gag. My thoughts were a mess. And still..still, I was fucking wet. Like soak-the-floor

“I’ve been gentle, kitten,” I growl. “Every time I fucked you, every time I knotted you, every time I bent you over and claimed your tight little cunt, I held back. Because of your age. Because you’re still learning. Because you don’t know what I’m capable of.” “I am trying to protect you,” I snarl into your ear. “But you’re making it so hard. You’re moaning like a whore. I can feel it in your body—you want the monster.” My bones are aching. My claws are already pushing at my skin. My jaw is tightening with the pressure of my canines lengthening. My eyes are starting to glow. My vision is going gold at the edges. My cock is twitching so hard inside you I can barely stay still. “I want to shift please kitten” “I want to break the cuffs off your wrists. I want to rip the gag out of your mouth and shove my fingers into your throat while I fuck you so deep you forget what breathing feels like. “I want to bite you. Hard. I want to sink my teeth into your neck and claim you aga

That slow, dark, Damon smirk that always meant something filthy was coming. He reached to the side and came back with a small golden bottle. Honey. Dark, thick, dripping honey. “What.what are you…” I gasped, but he was already pouring it. Warm golden syrup hit my tits in slow, sticky rivers, sliding over my nipples, down the curve of my belly, pooling in the valley between my breasts. My breath caught. My cunt clenched. My nipples throbbed and sprayed a small squirt of milk through the honey and Damon growled. He didn’t just lick it. He devoured me. He buried his mouth between my tits and sucked one swollen nipple so deep into his mouth I screamed. He bit. He licked. He sucked until honey and milk dripped down his chin and smeared his jaw. His tongue was fucking everywhere — swirling, flicking, pulling. He didn’t stop. He moaned into my chest like he was starving, like my body was feeding him something he’d never tasted before. “Così dolce… puttana mia… latte e