Surrender To Me
~Damon~
I lit the cigar slowly, letting the flame linger just long enough to burn the edge, then pulled in a deep drag as I leaned back against the counter.
The penthouse was dark, save for the gold halo of city lights pouring in from the windows, painting long shadows across the marble floor.
1 hadn’t even bothered to turn on the lights. Didn’t need to. I was too wound up. Too hard. Too goddamn restless to care about anything except the fact that she hadn’t arrived yet.
I’d been pacing since I sent her the location.
Every clock tick pissed me off. Every breath I took that didn’t smell like her skin made my fists clench tighter. My c**k was already hard, straining against the front of my slacks, pulsing with a hunger that had been building for days.
I hadn’t f****d anyone. Hadn’t touched myself. Not once. Not since the last time I f****d her, crying into her own arm while I shoved her deeper and deeper into the only goddamn role she was ever meant to play–mine. I didn’t even realize how fast I was smoking until ash crumbled to the floor.
I growled low under my breath and dragged the cigar across the crystal ashtray, letting it sizzle as I checked the time again. Ten more seconds. That’s all she got.
Ten more seconds before I said f**k it, went to that fumigated house she thought she could hide in, and dragged her ass out by the throat of that too–tight shirt she always wore when she wanted attention. I knew her games. I’d seen every one. And she had no idea how badly I wanted to rip every lie out of her mouth and replace it with my c**k.
My phone buzzed against the marble.
I snatched it.
First message-
Dr. Lesedi: Damon, I just wanted to inform you that Camilla has been discharged from the facility today. Please call me if she needs any support.
f**k. I actually thought she’d stay longer.
My jaw clenched.
I stared at the words for a long time, letting them sit there in the silence, letting the name–Camilla–hit the air like a ghost I didn’t ask for.
Great. Mind you Im being sarcastic.
This is the least of my problems/right now.
And honestly I should’ve cared. I really should’ve.
But I didn’t. She’s a f*****g lunatic. Yeah you might be wondering why I scaled her a lunatic? I’d definitely tell you about that soon. But now f**k I needed Lyra.
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I closed the message.
Didn’t reply.
Didn’t feel a thing.
Because the only girl in my f*****g head right now was Lyra.
Not Camilla. Not the woman I married. Not the shell of a wife who hadn’t touched me in a year, who stopped looking me in the eye long before I stopped going home. She could come back. She could scream. She could cry. She could burn the whole damn city to the ground for all I cared.
It wouldn’t change a f*****g thing.
Because I didn’t miss her.
I missed Lyra.
I missed her bratty little voice, always sharp enough to cut me and soft enough to beg when I had her pinned
under me.
I missed that throat, the way it wrapped around my c**k like she was trying to suffocate herself just to make me groan. I missed her scent–vanilla and sin–and that soaked cunt she always swore she hated me for but spread so willingly the second I said her name.
I missed her like a f*****g sickness.
My palm slammed against the counter, the sound echoing through the room as I clenched my jaw.
“Where the f**k is she?” I hissed through my teeth, already reaching for my phone again.
I was going to text her.
I was going to call.
I was going to make her put the phone on speaker and tell me exactly where she was, who she was with, and why the f**k she thought I wouldn’t come for her.
But then.
The elevator dinged.
And just like that…
I didn’t need to call.
Because she was here.
And she had no f*****g clue what she just walked into.
My head turned.
And there she was.
Lyra.
Small. Breathless. Eyes wide and glassy. Lips parted like she was already moaning. Hair wild like she’d been touched by sin before I even laid a finger on her.
Her chest rose and fell in these shallow, shaky little breaths that told me everything I needed to know. She’d been thinking about me. Touching herself in her head. Wishing I was inside her already.
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And I hadn’t even spoken.
I didn’t move right away. I just stood there, watching her from across the room with a look that made grown men piss themselves and made brats like her soak through their panties.
I could see her thighs trembling from here.
She tried to step forward.
My voice stopped her cold.
“What took you so long?”
She froze.
I stepped forward once.
My shoes echoed across the floor. My slacks hung low on my hips. My c**k was still hard behind the zipper,
thick and unforgiving, and I made no attempt to hide it.
“Was the cab ride too long?” I asked, tilting my head. “Did traffic keep my little w***e away from her daddy? Or were you sitting back there with your legs spread and your fingers twitching, trying not to come because you wanted to be a good girl?”
Her breath hitched.
I saw it.
The way her knees bent. The way her lips parted like she wanted to lie and couldn’t find the words.
I smirked.
“Oh, I know what it was.”
Another step.
I was close now. Inches away. My body towered over hers like I was made to pin her to every wall in this f*****g penthouse.
“You were wet before you even left the house, weren’t you?”
She didn’t answer.
I leaned in, my mouth brushing her ear as I whispered.
“You were soaking when you called me”
She shivered.
“You were dripping when you saw my hard on picture”
I trailed one finger up her arm.
“You were pulsing the second I sent that photo.”
I curled that finger under her chin and tilted her face up.
“And now here you are. All dressed up in your little skirt. Panties ruined. Eyes f****d–out. Looking at me like you forgot every reason you were mad.”
Her lips trembled.
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I didn’t let her speak.
I slid my thumb into her mouth.
Just like that.
Slow. Firm.
She gasped and moaned around it, sucking it in without hesitation.
I grinned.
“There she is,” I murmured. “My pretty little cumslut. Didn’t even knock. Couldn’t wait to get her throat filled,
huh?”
I pressed her back against the wall and leaned in close, my breath hot on her cheek, my body pinning hers
completely.
“You’ve got five seconds to explain why I shouldn’t throw you on the floor and f**k you so hard you forget your
f*****g name.”
Her thighs squeezed together.
Her mouth opened.
And my c**k twitched.
Because the second she tried to speak, I was going to ruin her again.
Her mouth opened the second I pulled my thumb out, and the first thing that spilled from those swollen, spit–slick lips was exactly what I wanted to hear.
“I missed you so much, daddy,” she gasped.
Her voice was already shaking, already cracking under the weight of everything she’d held back. And then the words started pouring out of her like they’d been backed up behind her teeth for days, like she’d been drowning and I was the only air left on Earth.
“Like I literally couldn’t f*****g think. I didn’t sleep. I didn’t eat. I just kept checking my phone like some dumb little addicted slut waiting for a hit. I swear to God, I tried to get you off my mind for a bit, but it didn’t even work because every time I closed my eyes all I could see was your c**k and that stupid f*****g smirk you get
when you
know I’m about to come and–oh my God–I swear I almost touched myself like five times but I didn’t, I promise, I didn’t because you said not to and I wanted to be good, I wanted to be the good girl you come home to and ruin.”
She said it all in one breath.
Rambling. Fast. Panicked. Like if she didn’t spit every word out, her heart might explode.
And f**k if I didn’t feel my c**k twitch hard enough to break skin.
I didn’t move.
Didn’t speak.
I just stared down at her with something between reverence and rage.
Because hearing that brat lose control? Hearing that filthy little mouth pour every obsessive thought into the space between us like a confession at my altar?
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It made me want to destroy her all over again.
And still she kept going.
Shaking now, gripping the front of my shirt like she thought I might walk away. Like she didn’t already know
I’d burn this whole goddamn building down before I let her go.
“I was going f*****g insane without you,” she said, voice rising, cracking at the edges. “Do you even understand what you do to me? I can’t go anywhere without thinking about how you f****d me that night. I can’t sit in a whole day without remembering the way you spit in my mouth and told me to swallow like a good little cumrag. I can’t sleep without my fingers twitching because I miss the weight of your c**k on my tongue, and I hate it–I hate how much I missed you–but I did. I missed you so much, daddy. So f*****g much.
I felt the growl in my throat before I heard it.
It clawed its way up my chest and burned behind my teeth. Not just because of what she said. But because of how she looked when she said it–eyes wide, lashes wet, lips trembling like she was on the edge of
begging for her life.
And she wasn’t done.
She laid her cheek against my chest like she belonged there, like her body already remembered the way mine fit against it. Her fingers clutched at my slacks, knuckles white, nails biting into the fabric like she needed something to anchor her to this moment or she’d come undone.
“And now all I want is to feel you again. I want to choke on your c**k until I cry. I want your c*m dripping out of me when I walk tomorrow. I want you to grab my throat and f**k the apology into my mouth. I don’t care what you do to me, daddy. I just want to be yours again.”
She looked up.
Those eyes.
God, those eyes.
Wet. Wild. Desperate.
Every word she said, every filthy confession, every shaky breath–it was all there in her gaze. Open. Raw.
Mine.
“Please,” she whispered, voice almost gone now. “Just make me yours again.”
And right then, I knew.
I wasn’t going to f**k her.
I was going to claim her.
Own her. Oh f**k I’ve missed her.
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