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.noveldrama
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 wet.
Like my pussy was already crying, “Daddy please stuff me full again” before he’d even taken his cock out.
Oh, and the worst part?
Damon hadn’t even touched me yet.
But then I heard it. The sound.
The belt.
Not just any belt. His belt and I swear to the Moon Goddess I almost came just from that. My breath caught. My thighs clenched against the restraints. My toes curled.
My entire body went still. And my thoughts? Oh my God. My thoughts weren’t even in words anymore. Just images. His cock. My pussy. The bench. The straps. The knot. The moaning. The..
“You’re soaked,” Damon growled behind me. His voice was low, calm, terrifying in the most delicious way.
“Completely soaked. You’ve ruined the bench. You’re going to ruin me.”
I wanted to say yes Daddy, I wanted to scream then fuck me already, but the gag in my mouth was doing its job and all I could do was moan. Drool slid past the corner of my lips. My pussy clenched. My nipples leaked another drop of milk.
And then I felt it.
His fingers. Right there. Sliding between my thighs. Brushing over my folds like he was testing how drenched I was and trying not to lose his mind over it.
He groaned. “You’re dripping. Your cunt is begging to be used.”
No, seriously, it was.
I swear to you my pussy was throbbing.. My clit was screaming. And when he pushed two fingers inside..slow, deep, curling up..I nearly fucking blacked out.
My eyes rolled behind the blindfold. My back arched. My tits jiggled in their clamps. And I made a noise that was somewhere between a sob and a slutty prayer.
“Don’t come,” he said softly, almost lovingly. “Not yet.”
Oh fuck.
I tried to obey, I really did, but holy shit, his fingers were inside me and his thumb was circling my clit and my whole body was shaking.
And then it happened.
He pulled his fingers out.
I wanted to cry.
But before I could even whimper, I felt it. The head of his cock. Pressing against the entrance of my soaked, clenching, crying little pussy.
And then he pushed in.
Slow.
My body screamed. My thoughts exploded. My cunt tried to swallow him whole. My belly tightened. My nipples throbbed. I made a choked noise behind the gag that sounded like a girl being possessed by her Daddy’s cock and honestly? I probably was.
He slid in deeper.
And deeper.
And deeper.
Until he was all the way in, buried to the base, stretched so wide I thought I’d split, so deep I swore I could feel it in my throat. I whimpered.
I sobbed.
I drooled on the bench.
And still, I begged with my body.
He held there for a second, like he was letting me feel it. Letting me understand how deep he was. How full he made me.
And then he started moving.
Slow, controlled thrusts that made the leather creak beneath me. He wasn’t being soft. He was being cruel. He wanted me to fall apart. He loved it.
“You feel that?” he asked, his voice like hot gravel on my neck. “You feel Daddy’s cock stretching you open? Filling up this greedy little hole that’s been dripping since the second I walked you in here?”
I moaned so loud the gag muffled it like a scream.
“You talk too much, kitten. You flail too much. You get smart and bratty and disobedient,” he growled, his thrusts slamming harder now.
He slapped my ass. I screamed into the gag.
“Say thank you.”
I screamed again. Then nodded. Tried to say it.
“Good girl.”
He gripped my hair. Pulled my head back.
“Now take it. Take all of Daddy’s cock.”
He pounded into me. Hard. Brutal. Deep. Every stroke made me cry. Every thrust pushed my body forward. My tits bounced. The clamps tugged. My cunt clung to him like it was desperate.
And then he reached down.
He touched my clit.
I screamed.
“Don’t you fucking cum, kitten,” Damon growled behind me, his voice thick with command and dark with threat, “unless you want Daddy to spank that big fat ass raw.”
Oh my God.
Oh my fucking God.
The way he said it.
Like holy shit, folks, I won’t lie, that sentence alone had my pussy twitching like it was clapping in applause.
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