The Forbidden Touch
~Lyra~
“This dress is too short”
His voice didn’t shout
It didn’t need to
It rolled through the room like thunder in slow motion. It was obvious he was f*****g serious.
My heart dropped
My throat tightened
Because it wasn’t just a statement
Tasha laughed like a devil in glitter
“No Daddy it’s not” she said with that sugary sweet bratty tone she always used when she was testing him ”
this is what girls our age wear now you don’t want us looking like widows do you”
She twirled once like a spoiled little princess then shoved me forward like I was her personal offering
“Just look at what I did to Lyra” she said proudly “look at her outfit isn’t she beautiful”
I stumbled
The heels wobbled beneath me but I caught myself
Barely
And when I looked up
He was already staring
Damon
Shirtless now.
Tattoos licking across his chest like they’d been carved by fire and possession
Sweatpants slung low on his hips
Whiskey in one hand
Heat rolling off him in waves
But it was his eyes that undressed me
That f****d me
That made me tremble from the inside out
He didn’t blink
Didn’t look away
Didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was staring straight at my cunt
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Right where the mesh stretched tight between my thighs.
My lips were pink and swollen and pressed against the fabric like they were begging to be bitten
His jaw flexed
His eyes darkened
And then he took a slow sip of his drink
Didn’t say a word
Just kept watching
Like he was already imagining how he’d take me apart
Like he was already tasting it
Tasha giggled again
“You should thank me” she said “she was gonna wear a robe”
He didn’t respond
Didn’t even glance her way
His attention was locked on me like a predator eyeing the only prey in a room full of ghosts
He stepped forward
One slow step
Then another
Until I could feel the heat of his chest
The sharp scent of whiskey and sin on his breath
The outline of his c**k thick and heavy beneath the soft cotton
He towered over me
And when he spoke again it was quieter than before
“Upstairs”
Tasha blinked “what”
He didn’t repeat it
He just turned his head a fraction of an inch and looked at her
That was all it took
She huffed
Rolled her eyes
And left
Muttering something under her breath as she disappeared into the hall
But I couldn’t hear her
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Couldn’t hear anything
Because he was still there
In front of me
And I was alone
Again
With him
With the man who had dragged me into heat with nothing but a look
With the man who hadn’t even f****d me yet but already had my body weeping for him
He stepped closer
His fingers brushed the edge of the dress
Slid over my hip
Around the curve of my waist
Down to the bare skin of my ass where he gripped me and pulled me against him
His c**k pressed between us
Hard
Thick
f*****g angry
“This isn’t a dress” he said “it’s bait”
I couldn’t breathe
I couldn’t think
He was touching me and I was unraveling
He dragged his hand up
Over my spine
To the back of my neck where he fisted my hair and forced my face to his
“You know what happens to bait little girl”
I shook my head
Barely
Trembling
I couldn’t stop trembling
Not with his hand gripping the back of my neck like he owned it
Not with the heat of his c**k pressed thick and pulsing against the mess between my legs
Not with the sound of his voice dripping into my ear like venom and honey
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He didn’t move fast
He moved like a man who already knew the ending
Like a man who’d already broken me in his head a thousand different ways
And was now deciding which one would make me scream the loudest
He dragged his mouth along my jaw
Slow
Hot
Wet
His breath slid down my throat like the promise of something filthy
Then he dropped to his knees
Just like that
Damon.
Alpha
Father
Killer
Knelt in front of me like he was about to f*****g worship
Or devour
His hands gripped my thighs
Fingers spread
Digging into the softness like he was measuring how far he’d split them
I was already leaking
Already clenching
Already soaking the damn mesh that barely existed
He didn’t lift the dress
He didn’t need to
He bent
Opened his mouth
And licked straight through the fabric
I cried out
The heat of his tongue
The scrape of his teeth
The suction of his lips dragging along my soaked cunt through the mesh
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I couldn’t breathe
He groaned low
Dark
Like he’d just tasted the drug he’d been starving for
Then he gripped the hem
Fisted it
And ripped the f*****g dress up over my hips in one brutal motion
My p***y was bare now
Open
Exposed
Dripping in front of his face like an offering
Like a f*****g feast
“f**k,” he growled
“You’re soaked”
I whimpered
My legs shook
He hadn’t even kissed it bare yet
He leaned in
Licked me again
Skin to skin now
Tongue dragging up my folds
Flattening against my clit
Sucking it into his mouth so hard my knees gave out
He caught me
Threw one arm around my waist
Pulled me against his mouth like he needed it to breathe
And then he f*****g devoured me
No teasing
No warning
Just full–on sucking
Lapping
Groaning like my p***y was a curse and he was swallowing it to save his soul
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“Damon..fuck..”
I couldn’t finish
He shoved two fingers inside me
Deep
Thick
Curved them
Hooked them
f****d them into me like he was punishing my cunt for daring to look that pretty in front of him
My eyes rolled back
My mouth opened in a silent scream
His tongue didn’t stop
Circling my clit
Sucking it in
Flicking it with filthy expertise while his fingers stretched me open
I was losing it
Losing myself
My legs couldn’t hold me up
So he pushed me
Back
Hard
Until I hit the bar
Then he lifted my leg
Hooked it over his shoulder
And kept eating
Wet sounds echoed through the room as his mouth f****d my cunt like he wanted to drown in it
“Please…“I gasped
“Please I’m….I’m gonna..”
He didn’t stop
He didn’t f*****g stop
If anything
He went harder
His fingers pistoned into me
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His tongue brutal on my clit
Slick everywhere
My juices smeared across his mouth
Down his chin
Dripping onto the floor
My orgasm hit like lightning.
Cracked through my spine
Lit up every nerve
Every inch
Every f****d up ache inside me
I came with a scream
And he didn’t stop
Not even then
He kept going
f*****g my orgasm out of me like he was wringing it from my soul
My body convulsed
My hands clawed at the edge of the bar
My head fell back
“Too much…”
He growled
“Take it”
Then he stood
Still fully clothed
Still hard
His mouth was soaked with me
Shiny with my slick
His lips glistened as he licked them slowly
“I haven’t even started yet,” he whispered
He turned me around
Bent me over the bar
Ripped the mesh down the middle
And pressed his c**k to my entrance
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I was still pulsing from the orgasm
Still trembling from the taste of his mouth
But I spread my legs
And waited for the stretch
Because I knew
He was going to break me open next.
His c**k was right there.
Pressed at my entrance.
Thick, hot, pulsing like it had a f*****g heartbeat.
My p***y was already parted for him, lips slick and swollen and weeping from the way he’d just devoured me
with his mouth.
I was still bent over the edge of the bar, breath caught in my throat, thighs trembling like I’d been drugged on heat. His hand was firm on my hip, gripping me like he was about to shove that c**k in and f**k the air out of my lungs.
“You ready to be ruined now, little girl?”
His voice was a growl, buried in my ear, hot as hell and twice as wicked.
I nodded. Tried to answer. But no sound came out.
Just a whimper. Just a pathetic little noise as he rolled his hips forward and the head of his c**k pressed harder against the dripping mess between my legs.
My walls clenched before he even pushed in. I could already feel the stretch, the burn, the brutal width that would split me open and leave me wrecked for days.
And then.
“Daddy!”
The voice sliced through the tension like a f*****g blade. As my body jerked. His hand flew off my hip. The weight of his c**k disappeared. His grip loosened as footsteps echoed down the hallway.
“Daddy, are you still down here?”
Tasha.
f**k.
He turned me around fast. Hands moving like he’d done this before. He shoved the torn mesh dress down over my thighs, not that it did anything to hide the slick still glistening between my legs.
His hands were rough, fast, yanking me upright, tucking a stray curl behind my ear like that would somehow erase the fact that I was still gasping, still leaking, still trembling from the orgasm he’d just shoved down my throat with his tongue.
He took one step back.
Then another.
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His chest was still bare. His c**k still hard. His jaw still tight like he’d just been cockblocked mid–exorcism.
And then she appeared.
Tasha.
Heels. Glitter. Phone in hand.
Bouncing like she hadn’t just walked in on sin.
She didn’t see anything. Thank the moon goddess.
Didn’t notice how red my cheeks were or how uneven my breathing was or how my legs couldn’t stop
trembling.
“Daddy, please!” she whined, racing toward him. “One of our girls just called. The party is already on fire. Like it’s lit, Daddy. They said there’s this guy with a yacht, and apparently he’s scouting for a new wife, and you know Angel’s already taking pictures and I swear if we don’t get there now, we’ll miss everything!”
She clutched his arm like a child begging for candy.
Her voice was breathless. Her excitement infectious.
But Damon didn’t look at her.
He was looking at me.
Right at me.
Eyes locked on the space between my thighs like he was memorizing the taste of me.
My slick was still drying on his beard.
I knew it.
He knew it.
Tasha didn’t.
“Daddy, please,” she said again. Her tone shifted. Softer now. “Please. Can we go? I’ve been waiting all day.”
He took a slow breath.
Exhaled through his nose like he was trying to calm a storm.
Then finally.
“Fine,” he said. “But make sure you stay safe.”
“I will, Daddy. I promise.”
She kissed his cheek and started to turn, then paused.
“Can I take your car?”
Damon looked at her like she’d just suggested murder.
“Hell no, Tasha.”
She gasped.
“Come on, Daddy. You have, like, hundreds of cars.”
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“And the last time you took one, you ran it into a marble statue.”
“It was a movie prop!”
“You cracked the grille. Dented the hood. Scraped the side mirror.”
Her pout deepened.
“That car was boring anyway.“
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