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~~Lyra~~
My eyes fluttered shut.
And it wasn’t soft.
It wasn’t innocent.
It felt like collapse. Like my body had short–circuited under the pressure of his presence.
Like my mind couldn’t bear the heat that surged through me the second his fingers brushed the top of my
chest.
Everything in me clenched.
My p***y.
My stomach.
My throat.
It was like all my nerves had been rewired just for him.
To feel him.
To want him.
To f*****g need him like oxygen I hadn’t earned.
I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until my lips parted and it shuddered out of me like a moan I was
too scared to let escape.
Because I wasn’t just standing there anymore.
I was unraveling.
My robe was already loose, gaping, barely covering anything. My n*****s were hard..aching points beneath the silk. My skin felt too tight. My core pulsed so violently it was like a second heartbeat between my legs.
And I could feel a thread of wetness sliding down the inside of my thighs again.
Fresh.
Hot.
Soaking me.
I thought I was empty.
After everything earlier.
After the orgasms. The crying. The drinking.
But no.
He was here now.
And with just a few words and the heat of his breath on my skin, he made my entire body start over.
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“You’re so soft,” he murmured, voice like gravel. Like sin. “Your skin… f**k. I remember when you were just a kid. Flat little chest. Always hiding behind books and oversized shirts like some shy little thing.”
I didn’t move.
I couldn’t.
I was frozen with my back to him, my hands gripping the edge of the counter like it was the only thing
keeping me upright. My thighs pressed together, squeezing my swollen clit, and I nearly groaned from how sensitive I already was.
His voice dropped lower.
But the words got filthier. Darker I must say.
“But now?” he breathed. “Now look at you.”
His fingers moved down again.
So slow.
So agonizing.
They stopped right on my titties. f**k!! f*****g suck them daddy!!!
Not squeezing.
Not groping. Just resting.
Like he was teasing both of us.
Like he wanted to see if I’d beg.
I wanted to scream.
I wanted to sob from the restraint.
Because all I could think was…
Please.
Please squeeze and suck my n*****s.
“They’re heavy now,” he said softly, like he was in awe. “So f*****g full. Straining against this thin little robe. I
can see them bouncing every time you breathe. You feel it, don’t you? The ache?”
I nodded. Weakly. Shamefully.
“I bet they get sore when you’re turned on,” he whispered. “Don’t they?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
My voice wasn’t even mine.
It was wrecked.
It was soaked in desperation.
And when I felt the tip of his finger stroke the edge of my breast..barely a graze..I almost came right then and
there.
“f**k,” he groaned under his breath. “They’re so f*****g soft. I’d bury my face in them and suck until you cry.
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Until you beg me to stop.”
I whimpered.
Out loud this time..
I didn’t care.
I couldn’t care.
“I bet they’re sensitive too,” he continued, voice curling like smoke around my spine. “Bet if someone bit down
right here..”
His finger slid to my n****e beneath what I wore, the lightest tap.
“..you’d scream, wouldn’t you?”
I nodded again.
Tears burned behind my eyes.
Not from sadness.
From need.
He leaned in.
I felt his breath on my throat.
“You let someone do that to you this summer?” he asked darkly. “You let some punk teenager suck on what
doesn’t belong to him?”
“No,” I whispered. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”
He paused.
I could feel him stilling behind me.
“Hm,” he murmured.
“Hmmm. Is that so?”
That sound..God, that sound..slithered down my spine like oil. It was low. Deep. Almost like he was tasting
me without using his mouth.
Like he already knew exactly what was running between my thighs and wanted to make it worse.
I squeezed the counter. My knuckles ached. My fingers dug into the cold marble like it was the only thing
keeping me tethered to the world. My body had stopped being mine the second he walked in.
I could feel him behind me. Not touching.
But close.
Too close.
The kind of close that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
The kind of close that made my stomach flip and the heat between my legs pulse.
“You really think I’m going to touch you?”
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I didn’t move.
Couldn’t speak.
My throat was dry. My mouth open.
Because I had thought he would.
Because my cunt was wet and begging for it.
Because I’d come down here not just for the drink.
But for this. For him. For something..anything.
And he knew it.
He f*****g knew.
“I’m not going to,” he said, stepping closer..not to touch me, just to make sure I felt it. “I’m not touching you, Lyra.”
The sound of my name on his tongue sent a violent shiver down my back.
He said it like it didn’t belong to me.
Like it was his already.
“You’ve got all these dirty little fantasies in your head,” he murmured, his voice sliding over my skin like heat, “and you need to get rid of them. Now.”
I shut my eyes tight.
No. No, I can’t.
Because the fantasies were all I had.
They kept me awake at night, kept me shaking under the covers, kept my fingers moving between my thighs until I bit my own hand to stay quiet.
“You’re a little girl. Always been and always will be” he said.
“I watched you grow. I watched you go from some awkward brat with scabby knees and no t**s into…”
He paused.
And the silence between us cracked open something in me.
“…this.”
My breath hitched.
I didn’t dare turn around.
Because I knew what he was looking at.
My robe was loose. I could feel it clinging to the sweat along my ribs, the fabric catching the hard peaks of my n*****s like a second skin. My thighs were slick and parted. The back of the robe bare covered the curve of my ass.
I was trembling.
Open.
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Wet.
Ripe.
And he wasn’t even touching me.
“I saw you cry over stupid boys,” he said, circling behind me now. “Boys who didn’t even know how to make
you c*m. Boys who probably came in their pants just from kissing your neck.”
I clenched.
f**k. My p***y actually clenched around nothing just from the way he said it.
“You stood there in the hallway earlier, didn’t you?” he said. “Watching Tasha get f****d. e.
I gasped. How did he know!
“You stood there in the dark,” he growled, “dripping. Salivating. Imagining it was you bent over the counter. His voice was in my ear now. I could feel his breath hit the side of my face.
“Shocked? Yeah I can tell from your eyes that you are. Just so you know I have my eyes everywhere baby girl “I bet you touched yourself afterward,” he whispered. “I bet you shoved your fingers into your tight little cunt and whispered my name like a prayer.”
Tears pricked my eyes.
Because he wasn’t wrong.
I had whispered his name.
Over and over again.
Mouth open. Thighs soaked.
While my whole body begged for something I couldn’t even say out loud.
But now?
He was saying it for me.
“And now you’re here,” he said. “Half naked. Dripping down your thighs. Soaked with want.”
I moaned. A real one this time.
He didn’t stop.
“You want me to pull this robe open,” he said. “To expose you. Touch you. Bite you. Ruin you.”
My breathing got ragged. My whole body vibrated with how badly I wanted it.
But he just laughed.
“I’m not going to.”
The words ripped something in me.
My mouth dropped open in protest..but nothing came out.
I couldn’t speak.
Couldn’t beg.
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“You’re not ready,” he said. “You think because you have t** now, because your pay leaks for må like e b***h in heat, that you can handle a man like me?”
I whimpered.
“You think I’m going to make love to you, Lyra?” he said. “Whisper sweet things while I fill you up?
His voice turned colder.
“I won’t.”
He moved to the side, just enough so I could see the edge of his jaw, the muscles ticking as he stared down
at me.
“You wouldn’t survive my c**k,” he said. “You’d cry the second I pushed in. You’d scream. You’d bleed.
My legs gave a little. My knees nearly touched.
“But that’s what you want, isn’t it?” he growled. “You want to be broken. You want Daddy to split you open and mark you.”
I choked back another moan. My body was screaming for it.
“And I will,” he whispered. “One day. But not tonight.”
He leaned close again, his lips brushing the shell of my ear
“Because tonight, I want you to suffer.”
He stepped back.
“I want you to crawl back upstairs with your cunt still throbbing. I want you to lie in bed and f**k your fingers so deep you cry into the pillow.”
I was trembling so hard my teeth nearly chattered.
“I want you to dream about me,” he said. “And when you wake up, soaked and swollen and still hungry…”
He paused.
“I want you to remember I chose not to touch you.”
My legs gave out.
I caught myself on the counter again, barely holding it together.
He stepped back fully.
His heat was gone.
But the scent of him?
The sound of him?
The f*****g ache he left inside me?
That was staying.
And then he said it..
“Go to bed, little girl. You can’t handle Daddy”
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“So any fantasy you have about me. f*****g erase them”
And he was gone.
Leaving me ruined.
And untouched.
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I scoffed. “Of course,” I whispered under my breath, my voice so low and full of hate I barely recognized it as my own. “Of f*****g course you left me like this.
“f*****g bastard”
“I hate this,” I whispered. “I hate you. I hate that I’m like this. That I’m still wet. That I’d let you spit in my mouth if it meant you’d look at me for more than a f*****g second.”
“I should be ashamed,” I whispered. “I should be disgusted with myself.”
But I wasn’t.
I was f*****g hungry.
I curled forward and pressed my face to my knees as tears soaked my legs. My hands clenched in the fabric of my robe and I cried. Not from sadness. From need. From f*****g madness.
Because I wanted him so bad I couldn’t think. Because I hated that he didn’t want me. Because I was sitting in his kitchen on my knees, drunk and soaked and whispering his name over and over again like it was a
curse and a prayer.
He did this.
He f*****g did this.
And I’d let him do it again.
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