< Daddy’s Kitten
Daddy’s Kitten
~Lyra~
The second he shifted, I felt it hit me like a f*****g train. Not just in my cunt, not just in my swollen belly or
my aching, clamped n*****s and I felt it everywhere.
In my f*****g soul. In the marrow of my bones.
His body cracked. His fangs pushed through. His claws scratched the desk.
And I moaned so loud the sound bounced off the walls and came right back into my throat.
My mouth was soaked with drool. My p***y was stretched open and twitching around his c**k, but the second the beast inside Damon came out, I knew I hadn’t been f****d yet. Not really.
Everything before this had been the warm–up. This was the moment he stopped pretending to be careful. And
I wanted it. I wanted all of it.
He didn’t speak.
He growled.
A noise that rumbled from his chest and shook the desk I was bent over.
“f**k,” he snarled, and I swear to the f*****g Moon, the sound of it made my clit pulse like it could hear him.
He slammed into me so hard the wood cracked beneath my hips. My t**s bounced. My scream ripped out like a f*****g orgasm in sound form.
“Damon!” I wailed, but he was already pounding again. Harder. Faster. So deep I couldn’t breathe. So brutal
the desk legs shifted. So animal it didn’t feel like s*x anymore, it felt like destruction.
His hands were everywhere. One fisted in my hair so tight it burned. The other slapped my t**s, then grabbed
it in a brutal squeeze until I cried out from the mix of pain and pure f*****g need.
Milk squirted down my belly and onto the desk. He moaned. He moaned. A raw, f****d–out, low groan that
sounded like a monster cumming inside me already.
“Fuck..fuck…your t**s,” he grunted through clenched teeth, biting down on my shoulder while his knot
slammed against my p***y with each stroke. “You’re leaking like a good little bitch..take it–f*****g take it-”
I was taking it. But I was sobbing. Screaming. Cumming. My body was jerking with every thrust. My p***y was
milking his c**k like it was made for it. My ass was burning from the slaps. My n*****s were screaming from
the clamps. And still I cried, “More–Damon–please–more–don’t stop..”
He flipped me not on my belly cause he was careful.
He didn’t stop. Didn’t slow. He just reached down, tore the cuffs, and flipped me onto my back with a snarl
that shook the room. My legs spread wide on instinct.
My belly curved between us. His c**k didn’t even slide out, he just rammed in harder from the front. His eyes were gold. His long tongue dragged across my t**s. His fingers reached down and slammed two fingers into my clit so hard I choked.
“f**k–f**k–f**k–I’m gonna break you,” he growled, his voice shaking with lust and rage and love and
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everything he’d been holding back. “I’m gonna knot you so deep you’ll taste it in your throat
“Do it,” I sobbed. “Do it, Damon. Ruin me.”
He slapped my other tit, hard, then bent down and bit it. I screamed. My p***y clenched. My orgasm detonated again and I swear to f**k, I almost passed out.
The desk cracked again. My hips slammed against the wood with every thrust. I was sliding in my own sweat, my own milk, my own c*m. His c**k twitched inside me. His knot swelled.
And then he knotted.
Hard.
The pop. The stretch. The lock.
“f**k–f**k–I’m cumming–f**k, Lyra–I’m f*****g-” his voice was gone. All that came out of him were moans as his c**k exploded inside me, shooting thick, hot c*m straight into my womb while my p***y stretched around his knot like it was desperate to be filled.
I couldn’t move.
I couldn’t breathe.
My eyes rolled back.
And still he moaned into my mouth, biting my bottom lip as he pumped more and more and more.
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“Mine,” he snarled. “My Omega. My b***h. My knot. My pups.”
My hands clawed down his back. My legs wrapped around his waist. My cunt spasmed over and over, gushing down our thighs as his knot swelled and locked us together tighter than before.
“I’m not done,” he growled against my neck, licking the sweat off my collarbone. “Not even f*****g close. You think I waited all this time just to give you one load? No. No, kitten. The beast is out now.”
My legs were still trembling when he pulled out of me slowly, carefully, like he wasn’t done but needed to
reposition me before he f****d me into oblivion.
I was leaking. I was ruined. I was stretched wide and full of his c*m, but his eyes were still glowing and his c**k was still hard and knotted and hungry.
He looked at me like a goddamn meal. Like he was about to feast on every inch of me, again and again, until I
couldn’t remember what it felt like to be untouched.
And the way he moved me..fuck, it was terrifying and beautiful all at once.
“On your side, kitten,” he murmured. “Nice and soft. Let Daddy keep that belly safe while I break you open
again.”
He positioned me gently on my side, one leg curled over his arm, the other stretched out, belly free, body
open.
My hands were still bound, but now they rested above my head, helpless and twitching. My leaking t**s were exposed.
My p***y was puffy and pink and wet and still twitching from the last knot, and the way he looked at it,like it was dessert, dinner, salvation and destruction all in one made me moan out loud.
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And then he smirked.
That slow, dark, Damon smirk that always meant something filthy was coming.
He reached to the side and
Honey.
Dark, thick, dripping honey.
back with a small golden bottle.
“What.what are you…” I gasped, but he was already pouring it.
Warm golden syrup hit my t**s in slow, sticky rivers, sliding over my n*****s, down the curve of my belly, pooling in the valley between my breasts. My breath caught. My cunt clenched. My n*****s 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 t**s and sucked one swollen n****e 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 f*****g
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 miele…” he groaned in a language I didn’t understand, and f**k me, I didn’t need to understand it…it felt filthy. It felt ancient. It felt like he was casting a f*****g s*x spell on me while
sucking the life from my t**s.
“What does that mean…“I panted.
He didn’t answer.
He slapped my ass. Hard. So hard my entire body jolted and I gasped, but it only made my p***y drip even
more.
Then he grabbed the bottle of honey again.
And this time?
He poured it straight between my thighs.
It hit my clit first, then ran in thick, slow lines down my p***y lips, between my folds, all the way to my
asshole.
I moaned so loud it echoed. My body twisted. My p***y clenched and clenched again, already beggin for
him.
And then he bit the inside of my thigh.
Hard.
I screamed.
But his mouth was already on my cunt.
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He growled Into me, tongue dragging through the honey–soaked folds, slurping it like it was the best fig
nectar he’d ever tasted.
“Fottutamente divina… sapore di mia schiava… tutta mia…” he growled between licks, his fingers spreading me wider, his mouth devouring every inch. I didn’t know what he was saying..it was Italian I guess or something older but it sounded dirty.
He licked me like he was claiming me with his mouth.
His tongue flicked my clit, circled it, sucked it, then flattened and dragged slow, cruel strokes from top to bottom, slurping every inch of my p***y until the honey was gone and I was nothing but soaked flesh and trembling moans.
And when he dipped his tongue inside me?
I f*****g lost it.
I came.
Hard.
My legs kicked. My hands yanked. My belly twitched. My p***y squirted again – right into his mouth and he
moaned into me like it was f*****g ambrosia. He didn’t stop..
He didn’t even let me come down. He just pulled back, eyes blazing, chin drenched, and grinned down at me
like the predator he was.
“Oh kitten. Daddy’s gonna teach you something today” Damon said, his voice thick like melted sin, the kind of
tone that wrapped around my throat and squeezed.
He went down and brought out a chair as he sprawled back in the leather chair, legs spread, c**k heavy against his lower stomach, the tip already glistening from the last time he ruined me.
His eyes gleamed gold beneath the low light, that predator’s grin carved into his mouth like he already knew I was going to fall apart. “You’re gonna give Daddy a lap dance.”
My heart stopped.
And then it pounded so hard I felt it between my legs.
He leaned forward, one massive hand gripping the armrest, the other lazily stroking the base of his thick c**k while his gaze pinned me in place. I was still trembling. My thighs slick. My t**s swollen and sore and dripping with milk. My belly full of pups. And now he wanted me to dance? In this state?
“Have you done that before, baby?” he asked, voice darker now, sharper. Almost amused. He knew the answer. He always f*****g knew.
“No, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice breaking apart from breathless nerves.
“I know,” he growled, sitting back again, dragging his palm over his abs, spreading his thighs wide
“Good. I like being your first in everything. I like knowing every filthy little thing you do is because I told you to. Now I would put on a song, kitten. Something dirty. Something slow. And then you will strip for me. You’re gonna dance like a f*****g stripper. You hear me?”
I nodded, legs barely steady beneath me as he moved to grab his phone and press play. The bass started low and slow. The kind of song you’d hear in a club filled with red lights and slick thighs and hard c***s.
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“Good girl,” he murmured. “Now shake that ass for me. Show Daddy what you’re made of
“Show me how f*****g naughty you can be, because if you don’t…”
He paused, smirking slowly. “I am going to discipline you“. f**k that turned me on so good.
And you..yeah, you. Don’t pretend you’re not soaked. I know your thighs are sticky, your fingers twitching like they don’t know whether to scroll or slide inside you.
So do it. Touch yourself. Grab a dildo. Press it where it aches and picture him. Damon, my Alpha, my monster, my f*****g god.
Because I’m using everything I’ve learned. Every porn video. I’m about to satisfy him like it’s the only thing I was born for.
And you better keep up.
