Daddy.

The word hits me like a bolt of heated lightning right to my core, sending a throb of raw need between my legs. It feels filthy, and so unbelievably dirty, but at the same time, there’s no denying how damn sexy it sounds coming from his lips. Filthy and dirty, yes, but the word also fills me with something else — something I’m not sure I’ve really ever felt, what with an emotionally absent mother and the cold indifference of my stepfather.

Love.

It’s a sexy, heated, gets-me-hot-in-all-the-right-places kind of love, but it’s there, and I can’t deny how it makes me feel.

Damien growls, his hand skimming up my leg as he uses the other one in my hair to tug me down to his lips again.

“You like that, don’t you baby girl?” he purrs. “I could feel your pulse skip under your skin, and I can see your sweet little pussy glistening even wetter for me.”

“Yes,” I whimper softly, moaning as he kisses my jaw. And I do. It’s filthy and dirty, but him saying it also makes me feel so insanely protected and so surrounded by tenderness that I almost want to just jump into his lap, throw my arms around him, and never move from that position.

“Good,” he groans, his hand stroking my leg and making me shiver. “Now be a good girl and play with that pretty pussy for Daddy.”

My head is still spinning from it all as he pulls away, sitting back in his chair and letting his eyes melt over me. He nods, and I don’t hesitate. I don’t stop and think about what I’m doing, sitting in this much older man’s office, on his desk, with my panties to the side as I show him my most intimate place — a place no one’s ever been, or even seen before. My hand slides down to join the one holding my soaked panties to the side, and slowly, with Damien watching me, I let my fingers tease over my body.

I whimper as they glide over the slick heat covering my lips. I’m wetter than I’ve ever been before — so wet that it drips from my slit down between my legs to smear on his desk. Damien growls, his hand moving back to his lap as he watches my finger drag up through my pink folds, until it bumps over my clit and I cry out.

“Fuck, angel,” he groans, and when his hands move to his zipper, I feel my whole body quiver in anticipation.

“So fucking beautiful,” he purrs as he pulls his fly down, his eyes locked on me as he slips his hand inside. Slowly, he pulls his hand back out, and when he does, my jaw practically hits the desk.

Oh. My. God.

He’s so big — and I know I’ve got nothing to compare it to, but he could easily fit both his hands around it, stacked, and I’d still be able to see his thick, swollen crown. The fingers of one of his big hands curl around it, and I moan as I watch him slowly stroke it up and down.

Glistening, pearly-white liquid beads at the tip and then dribbles down his shaft, his hand rubbing it in and making his whole cock shine in a way that has my pussy throbbing and my mouth watering.

He moves forward, his hand stroking his cock and his eyes locked between my legs. He pushes my legs wide apart, his breath on my thighs, and when it moves higher, I can feel the tremor tease through my whole body.

“Perfect,” he groans quietly, his breath teasing over my bare pussy.

“Perfect and mine.”

I cry out as his tongue touches me, the sensation almost knocking me back onto his desk. He starts at my opening, his tongue pushing deep inside before he drags it slowly up, parting my soft folds until his wicked tongue bumps over my clit. He growls, pressing his whole mouth to me and letting the tip of his tongue swirl over my clit over and over, until I’m throwing my head back and squeezing my eyes shut, gasping at the feeling.

My hands fly out behind me to stop myself from falling, palm flat on his desk and my head thrown back as Damien tongues my pussy and makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. He groans into me, his tongue pushing deep and tasting all of me. I look down, and I moan louder as I see his arm moving, knowing that he’s touching that beautiful cock of his because of me. It’s a feeling that has my toes curling and the moans tumbling from my lips, knowing that this gorgeous, dominant, powerful man is stroking his big cock for me.

His other hand comes up, fingers teasing my entrance as he tongues my clit. He slowly pushes one inside, and suddenly, I freeze. Suddenly, I realize my whole little “dangerous bad girl” act of breaking in here and throwing sass back at him is going to come crashing down. Because if his finger goes any further, he’s going to know I’m—

Damien suddenly stops, and I feel my whole face flush red. He slowly pulls away from me, and all I want is to crawl into hole somewhere and disappear.

“I—” my words choke as the heat blazes though my face, knowing what a total fool I probably look like trying to play the temptress when I’m really just a virgin.

“I should go—”

“Stop.”

His voice is firm, but warm, and deep, and the sound of it envelops me like a blanket.

“Look at me, baby girl,” he says softly. I don’t, because I can’t, and I keep my eyes and my face turned away as the tears brim my eyes.

“Lyra.”

His hand cups my cheek, and slowly, he pulls my gaze back to him.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper sullenly.

But Damien’s just shaking his head, his eye blazing with something heated and his gaze firmly on me.

“You have nothing to be sorry about, angel,” he purrs. “I knew from the first look at you that you’d never been claimed, that you’d never felt a man inside of you. I could tell by the way you walked, and the way you held yourself.”

I start to look away, but he stops me.

“I want you like this,” he growls, a hunger suddenly blazing over his face. “I want you untouched, and unmarked, and I like that you’re mine and only mine.” He stands, moving close to me and pulling me against him. He tilts my head back, and suddenly, he’s kissing me so hard I can feel it in my toes. I can taste myself on his tongue, and I know it’s dirty, but it suddenly sends that hungry shiver back through me again. Or maybe it’s because it’s so dirty.

“So pure,” he groans into my lips. “So innocent. I knew you’d never had a man touch you like this, or taste your sweetness like this, or fuck you, like I’m going to fuck you.”

I whimper at his words, and when I feel his thick, pulsing shaft hot against my thigh, I tremble in anticipation.

“And I will have you, my angel,” he says softly. “Not here, and not like this, but soon — very soon — I’m going to take you as my own. And when I do, there’s not a man in the world who’ll be able to look at you again and see what I saw tonight. They’ll know you’ve been plucked. They’ll know that a man has had you, and claimed you, and it’ll be my job to let every single fucking one of them know that you’re off-limits to everyone but me.”

I gasp at his words, the fierceness of them sending a heated pulse right through my body, until my heart jumps into my throat with excitement.

His. I’m aware of how crazy or how surreal it sounds. But at the same time, there’s no denying how it really makes me feel.

Whole. It makes me feel protected, and loved, and like for the first time ever, I’m needed by someone.

“I love that you’re untouched, and unmarked, Lyra,” he growls, pulling me close and kissing me again. His hand slips between my legs, and I whimper as his fingers brush over my clit.

“Because, my little queen, I’m going to mark you. I’m going to spread those pretty thighs wide and bury my cock inside of your sweet untouched cunt.”

His cock slips against my pussy, and for one second, my heart jumps into my throat, wondering if he’s decided to take me now. He eases the head against my opening, teasing me and rubbing it up and down, but he doesn’t push inside. Instead, he just makes me cry out, leaking my sticky wetness all over his cock until it's dripping down the thick, veined shaft as he slowly strokes himself.

“Fuck, baby girl,” he groans. “Look at how hard you’ve made my cock with that sweet little cunt of yours.”

He pushes the head up, rubbing it over my clit and then rocking against me so that every fat inch of the underside of his cock glides over my clit. He strokes himself harder, groaning alongside my moans, and I watch as more and more sticky white fluid drips from the small slit at the top of his cock. It drops down onto my skin, coating my pussy and my thighs, mixing with my own wetness until I’m slick and glistening and wet, my legs wide open for him.

“And look how wet and ready that pretty pussy is for Daddy,” he groans. “I can feel you pulsing against me, so eager to feel me slide inside, and so eager to feel me spray my cum deep in your womb.”

I moan louder, panting as his cock glides over my clit again and again, his hips pumping as if he’s driving into me, even if he’s staying just outside. I can feel a tingling sensation begin to well up inside of me — something that threatens to engulf me as this gorgeous, much older, powerful man strokes his thick cock against my pussy and whispers his filthy promises into my ear

“Soon, angel,” he growls. “Soon I’ll be spreading this little pussy wide, and stretching you open for my cock.” His hand grips my ass tight, cupping me and holding me down on the desk as he strokes his cock with his other hand. My soaking wet panties, sticky and pushed to the side, slip over his cock, making it look even more obscene as I watch his hips drive back and forth, sawing his thick shaft against my slit.

“Soon you’ll know what it feels like to come with the one cock you’ll ever know buried to the hilt inside this tight little slit.”

He moves faster and faster, and when the edges of my world start to blur, I know I’m going to explode at any second.

“I want my seed filling you, angel,” he groans, his cock swelling up even bigger as it leaks his pre-cum all over my pussy. “I want to fill you up so much that it fills your womb and leaks down your thighs. But first, before that,” he growls, his eyes captivating mine as he cups my jaw and lets his lips brush mine.

“But first, I want this sweet, sweet pussy to come for me. I want you to come all over Daddy’s cock, baby girl. Come for Daddy.”

I scream as the tsunami of my orgasm slams through me. I clutch at him, mashing my lips to his and sucking his tongue into my mouth as I feel the hardest, biggest, most intense orgasm of my life absolutely shatter through me.

Damien roars into my mouth, his hand pumping his big dick faster and faster, until suddenly, he explodes. I gasp, feeling his thick, hot, sticky cum spurt against my clit and run down my pussy. He strokes himself again and again, and I look down, moaning, to see thick white ropes of his cum splashing over my belly, and my thighs, and my slit — coating me until I’m absolutely soaked in his seed.

Finally, shaking and trembling against him, I slowly come down from my orgasm. I melt into him, clutching at him for dear life like I might tumble away without him there to hold me up. His arms circle me protectively, and his lips find mine as he kisses me slow and deep.

“I need to get back to the party,” he growls.

My heart sinks a little.

“Oh,” I nod, swallowing the lump that forms in my throat. “Oh, right. Yeah, I guess you need to get back to—”

“So that I can tell everyone to leave,” he whispers into my lips. “So I can tell them to get the fuck out, so that I can have you all to myself.”

I bite my lip, trying to hold back the grin, but I’m not very good at it.

Damien reaches down between us, and I whimper as his fingers stroke over my pussy, slippery from the mess we’ve made. He tugs my panties back into place, and it feels so fucking dirty, and sexy, and wrong in the best way. I can feel his hot cum warm against my skin and soaking into my panties as he tugs them tight to me.

“Keep me there,” he purrs, leaning down and kissing me softly. “I want my cum warm and sticky again your dirty little pussy all night. I want people to smell it on you and know you’re spoken for.”

“Am I?” I breathe out.

“Yes,” he growls possessively. “You are very much spoken for. I don’t know how you got in here, but you’re staying.”