Ch. 21..25: Breed Me, Daddy Alpha chapter 21-25
Favorite Sin 21
~Lyra~
I needed air. I needed space. I needed to stop shaking long enough to think.
But f**k
I bumped into someone
And when I say someone, I mean a wall of heat and muscle
My body smacked right into him, chest to chest, like I had summoned him without meaning to.
I backed up just enough to look up and then I f*****g froze
He was taller than Damon. And honestly he wasn’t just tall
He was massive
Not bulky in that gym rat way, but dangerous
Shoulders wide enough to block the goddamn hallway. Arms veined and strong, biceps straining the sleeves
of his black tee like he’d rip through it if he so much as clenched.
But it wasn’t just the muscles that had me shaking.
Oh folks my eyes went down and then I saw it
His c**k
My f*****g God
It was there
Hard
Thick
Heavy
And so f*****g visible it made my breath catch
He was wearing black jeans
But they didn’t hide s**t
That monster was straining against the denim, outlined in full detail like it wanted me to know
Long
Wide
Curved slightly to the left
The ridge of the head was pushing against the zipper like it wanted out and my brain short–circuited trying to imagine what it would look like bare
What it would feel like slamming into me.
What it would do to my already soaked cunt
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I could barely breathe. Wait hold up!!! This was a f*****g stranger.
I could feel the fabric of my dress sticking to my thighs from the slick leaking down them
And he knew
He f*****g knew
He looked down at me like I was dessert and he hadn’t eaten in weeks
His jaw was tight
His lips full and set in a line that said he was holding back..barely
“Easy pumpkin“he said, voice low and deep.
I backed up, just a little, but his hand was already there. One arm slid out, steadying me, palm grazing my waist, fingers splaying just over my hip
I gasped
He didn’t flinch
Just looked down at me
And sniffed
Sniffed
My stomach dropped
His nostrils flared like a predator tasting the air
And his gaze darkened instantly
“You’re Omega,” he said as he sniffed.
That’s what he said. Low. Slow. Like a goddamn sentence being passed.
His eyes burned straight through my skin, past the fabric of my dress, through every layer of defense I didn’t
have.
He could see it.
He could f*****g smell it.
And I felt like I was about to combust.
I wanted to lie. I wanted to laugh and say no. I wanted to run. Except my legs were jelly. My spine was gone. My thighs were glued together like I was trying to hold back a flood and it wasn’t working.
He leaned in and I swear I stopped breathing. His mouth came so close to my ear I could feel the heat of it against my skin. My knees nearly gave out when he spoke again.
“I knew it the second you
touched me.”
“Unmarked,” he whispered, like it was the dirtiest word he’d ever said. “And soaking through that pretty little
dress.”
My body betrayed me. I whimpered. My fingers curled tighter around the cup in my hand until it crumpled like
paper.
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The Stranger’s Claim “You’re trembling,” he said.
I wasn’t just trembling.
I was f*****g unraveling.
“…” My voice cracked. I didn’t even know what I was trying to say. I wasn’t okay. My body was screaming yes. My brain was melting. My thighs were clenched and aching. My n*****s were hard. I was wet. So wet. So wet !
wanted to scream.
He pulled back just far enough to look down at me again. He didn’t even try to hide it. His eyes dragged down my body like a tongue. He stared at my chest, at my stiff n*****s under the mesh. At my hips. At my legs.
He saw everything.
“You’re a mess,” he said, and his voice was so dark I wanted to cry. “A desperate, dripping, trembling little Omega trying to pretend she’s not two seconds from begging.”
I gasped. I felt it in my cunt. The way he said it. I felt it right between my legs.
“I’m not..”
“You are,” he cut in.
“You walked into this party unmarked, smelling like slick, and now you’re looking at me like I’m the first man you’ve ever wanted to get on your knees for.”
I couldn’t speak.
My body was shaking too hard. My breath was coming too fast. My thighs rubbed together and made it
worse.
“You haven’t been claimed,” he said.
His hand ghosted over my hip, fingers not touching, just hovering. The heat of him alone made my stomach
twist.
“No scent on you. No bite on your neck. No Alpha c**k inside you to keep you in line.”
“Please,” I breathed, but I didn’t even know what I was asking for.
His hand moved up. Grazed my ribs. The fabric of my dress was soaked there too. Sticking to my skin like a second, thinner skin.
He was so close. Too close. I could smell him. I could feel him. And I wanted him to touch me so badly my whole body ached from it.
“You want me to stop?” he asked, voice low and soft now. “Tell me.”
I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.
He smiled.
“Didn’t think so.”
His fingers brushed my jaw, light, teasing, maddening.
“You’ve never been f****d properly, have you?”
I blinked. My lips parted. I felt my breath catch.
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“You’ve had fingers maybe. Maybe a c**k once. But never like this. Never ruined. Never marked. Never made
to scream until your throat’s raw and your p***y’s leaking down your thighs for hours after.”
“God,” I whimpered, because it was true. He didn’t even know me. But he knew me.
He leaned in again. This time his lips brushed my ear.
“I’d split you open on this floor,” he whispered. “I’d f**k you so hard you’d forget who brought you here.”
My knees buckled.
He caught me.
Held me up with one arm. Pressed me to his chest.
And f**k. I could feel his c**k against my stomach now. Hard. It pulsed through his jeans. It was right there. I didn’t even want to think about how wet I was. How fast my pulse was going. How my body was begging to
be taken.
“You smell like need,” he growled. “And I haven’t even touched your p***y yet.”
I moaned.
I f*****g moaned.
Right there. In the middle of the party. Surrounded by strangers. While he breathed against my neck and made promises he hadn’t even delivered yet.
“You need to go home, Omega,” he whispered. “Or someone’s going to put their c**k in you before the night’s
over.”
I bit my lip.
“I don’t want just anyone,” I whispered.
He paused.
And smiled.
“Good,” he said. “Because if I f**k you, you’re not walking out of this house without my scent all over you.”
I felt my thighs give up again. I had to grip his shirt to stay upright.
“You’re not leaving with that sweet little cunt untouched,” he went on. “Not after leaking like this. Not after letting me smell how badly you want it. You’re a mess, baby girl. You’re aching. You’re soaked. You’re mine if I decide I want you.”
The nerve of this f*****g stranger. I swallowed hard, trying to breathe, trying to blink, trying to pull myself back into my body.
He wasn’t even touching me.
Not really.
Just standing there, inches from my face, speaking in that voice that made me want to cry and come at the same time. Looking at me like he already owned me. Breathing me in like I was his next f*****g meal.
I couldn’t f*****g do this.
I stepped back.
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His hand didn’t stop me this time
My voice shook as i finally said
“Just stop”
He raised an eyebrow His mouth didn’t move
I cleared my throat, tried again, louder this time even though my voice cracked halfway through
“Stop Whatever your name is You’re a stranger
He didn’t flinch
“I don’t f**k strangers,” I said, like it was some kind of shield, some kind of speed cast ver body was still screaming for him. “So please.”
I looked up at him, blinking fast, chest rising and falling like f’d just run a *****rathom
“Just leave me alone.”
He didn’t say anything at first. Just stared. Like he was watching me dig a hole with my bare hands, weshme me try to bury what he’d already dug out of me
Then he stepped forward.
Not to grab me. Not to threaten.
But to look me in the eyes so closely that I couldn’t escape it.
“So you don’t f**k strangers,” he said slowly, voice soft now, but not kind, it was a hum
melody only I could hear. “But you rub your thighs together like a b***h in heat in front of one
My face burned. I took another step back
He didn’t follow. Just tilted his head and looked down at my clenched fists.
“Baby, you don’t even believe yourself.”
“I do,” I lied.
He smiled. Not wide. Just enough to let me know he saw every inch of me. Every contradiction. Every ache Every f*****g drop soaking through my dress.
“Tell your cunt that.”
I gasped. My breath caught. My chest ached.
“Go ahead,” he said, voice. “Look me in the eye and tell me your p***y isn’t dripping for a stranger night now.
“That you didn’t think about letting me bend you over and taste that slick. That you didn’t imagine what i’d feel like for someone who doesn’t even know your name to ruin you in a bathroom stall while the whole house listened.”
My stomach twisted. My thighs clenched harder. I hated him. I hated this stranger
“I said leave,” I snapped, but it sounded weak, even to me.
His eyes darkened.
But he didn’t move. He didn’t say another word
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His hand didn’t stop me this time.
My voice shook as I finally said it.
“Just stop…”
He raised an eyebrow. His mouth didn’t move.
I cleared my throat, tried again, louder this time, even though my voice cracked halfway through.
“Stop. Whatever your name is. You’re a stranger.”
He didn’t flinch.
“I don’t f**k strangers,” I said, like it was some kind of shield, some kind of spell I could cast over the way my body was still screaming for him. “So please…”
I looked up at him, blinking fast, chest rising and falling like I’d just run a f*****g marathon.
“Just leave me alone.”
He didn’t say anything at first. Just stared. Like he was watching me dig a hole with my bare hands, watching me try to bury what he’d already dug out of me.
Then he stepped forward.
Not to grab me. Not to threaten.
But to look me in the eyes so closely that I couldn’t escape it.
“So you don’t f**k strangers,” he said slowly, voice soft now, but not kind. It was a hum. A warning. A dark melody only I could hear. “But you rub your thighs together like a b***h in heat in front of one.”
My face burned. I took another step back.
He didn’t follow. Just tilted his head and looked down at my clenched fists.
“Baby, you don’t even believe yourself.”
“I do,” I lied.
He smiled. Not wide. Just enough to let me know he saw every inch of me. Every contradiction. Every ache. Every f*****g drop soaking through my dress.
“Tell your cunt that.”
I gasped. My breath caught. My chest ached.
“Go ahead,” he said, voice. “Look me in the eye and tell me your p***y isn’t dripping for a stranger right now. “That you didn’t think about letting me bend you over and taste that slick. That you didn’t imagine what it’d feel like for someone who doesn’t even know your name to ruin you in a bathroom stall while the whole house listened.”
My stomach twisted. My thighs clenched harder. I hated him. I hated this stranger.
“I said leave,” I snapped, but it sounded weak, even to me.
His eyes darkened.
But he didn’t move. He didn’t say another word.
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He just watched me.
So still.
So calm.
Like he was giving me one last chance to walk away before he did something I wouldn’t recover from.
Then finally..after what felt like forever..he stepped back.
“But you’ll remember me.”
I blinked.
He smiled one more time.
“You’ll lie awake tonight with your fingers between your legs, moaning for a man whose name you never got.”
And with that..he turned.
Disappeared into the crowd.
And I was left alone and honestly I needed to find Tasha and get outta here. I needed to get to Damon fast!
I couldn’t walk straight.
Not because I was drunk. Not because I was high. But because I could still feel him on me.
Still feel the heat of his mouth against my ear. Still feel his voice curling down my spine like smoke.
Tasha was somewhere outside. I didn’t even know if she was still f*****g those guys, if she was looking for
me, if she saw what happened.
Didn’t matter.
All I could focus on was the ache between my thighs.
My panties were ruined. Wet. Completely soaked through. Clinging to me like shame. I could feel how messy! was every time I moved. I could smell it..faint, but there.
Omega heat was a myth. That’s what I used to think. That maybe it wasn’t for me.
Until tonight. f**k.
I stumbled down the hall, every step making it worse.
I wasn’t okay. I was not okay. My skin was buzzing, my n*****s hurt from how hard they were, and my cunt-
God, my cunt–felt like it was on fire. My thighs were wet.
So wet I knew it wasn’t sweat. I didn’t even want to check my panties. I could already feel how ruined they were. Sticking to my folds. Clinging like a second skin soaked in shame.
I needed to leave.
I needed to get the f**k out of this house.
I needed to find Tasha and run before that stranger circled back and finished what he started..because I
knew I wouldn’t stop him.
My breath came short and sharp as I moved faster, slipping past bodies, flashing lights, music thumping like my heartbeat.
Where is she…
I spun around, frantic.
People. Faces. Drunken laughs. None of them her.
“f**k,” I whispered to myself. I rubbed my arms like it would somehow help ground me.
But it didn’t.
Because he was still in my head.
That f*****g stranger.
His voice. His heat, His scent.
“You’re a mess, baby girl. Soaked. Desperate. Mine if I want you”
I clenched my jaw. No.
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I didn’t want him.
I didn’t want some cocky, nameless Alpha with filthy words and a jaw that could cut glass.
I wanted Damon.
The man I’d been fantasizing about for years.
The one I thought about every time I came with my own fingers inside me. The one I dreamed of bending me over his desk, gripping my neck, whispering how f*****g tight I was while he filled me with every inch of his
C**k.
Not this stranger.
Not some unknown face from a party.
I pressed a hand between my legs as I slipped into an empty hallway off the main room.
Just a few doors and a low light over the wall.
I grabbed the first door handle. Locked.
Second.
Unlocked.
I shoved it open and stepped inside, heart racing.
Bathroom.
I slammed the door.
Locked it.
Turned and pressed my back against it like I was trying to seal the world out..or keep myself in.
The second the latch clicked, my breath broke.
I panted like I’d just run a marathon. My skin was flushed. My whole body tingled. My hands were shaking and my f*****g p***y was leaking down my thighs like I’d already been f
****d.
But I hadn’t.
No one touched me.
He didn’t even lay a hand on my cunt.
Just words.
Just words and heat and breath on my neck.
And I was soaked.
I grabbed the edge of the sink like it could ground me, but the second I caught sight of my reflection, I knew I was f****d.
I looked like I’d been ruined.
My lips were red, parted, kiss–swollen. My cheeks were flushed like I’d just come. My dress clung to me, my n*****s standing out in stiff peaks under the sheer fabric.
My eyes–God, my eyes–wide and wet, pupils dilated, like I was strung out on the need I refused to admit.
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I let my head drop.
My chest rose and fell too fast. My throat was dry. My legs were trembling.
I need to find Tasha, I told myself.
I needed to get the f**k out of this house.
I needed to get away from this mirror, this hallway, this party, this entire f*****g night.
But I didn’t move.
Because there was only one person I needed right now.
Not the stranger. Not his filthy voice or the c**k pressed against my belly. Not his arrogant smile or the way he called me a mess like he owned it.
Damon.
My heart cracked open.
My thighs clenched.
I moaned. Right there. Moaned his name like it burned coming out of me.
“Damon…”
My knees buckled.
I let go of the sink and turned.
Like I wasn’t falling apart inside.
I reached for the hem of my dress. My fingers slid under the fabric and yanked it up.
No hesitation.
No shame.
Just need.
And what I saw?
God.
My panties were ruined.
The pale fabric was soaked, darkened where my wetness had bled through, clinging to my folds so tight I could see the perfect shape of my cunt/
My clit was swollen. My lips parted. Wetness glistened down the insides of my thighs like tears.
I touched it.
Just the edge.
Just two fingers grazing the heat through the fabric.
And I almost collapsed.
“f**k…”
Istepped out of them.
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Let them drop to the floor like they didn’t matter.
I climbed onto the counter, legs spread wide, cunt exposed to the mirror.
And for a second, I just stared.
I watched myself.
My thighs trembling.
My p***y glistening.
My hands shaking with the need to touch.
Then I did.
My fingers slid between the folds, parting them gently, slowly, making myself feel every ridge, every pulse, every wet, messy throb.
I moaned.
Louder this time.
No holding back.
“Damon…” I breathed again, and this time, my whole body answered. My clit twitched. My walls fluttered. My cunt dripped.
I circled it. Slow at first.
Then harder.
Faster.
I leaned back on one hand, other fingers working that swollen little nub like I’d been starving for release all night.
And I had.
Not from the stranger.
From him.
From Damon.
His name pulsed through my head with every stroke. His voice. His face. His f*****g body. The way he looked
at me sometimes..like he was two seconds from grabbing me by the throat and bending me over the nearest surface.
My hips rocked.
My legs fell wider.
I was panting now, breath fogging the mirror behind me.
“Please…” I whispered.
I didn’t know what I was begging for. More? Harder? Him?
All of it.
slid two fingers inside.
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My p***y welcomed them.
Tight. Hot. Flooded.
I f****d myself slow at first.
Then faster.
Twisting. Curling. Hitting that spot.
And I imagined his fingers doing it. Long. Strong. Veined. Brutal.
I imagined his voice in my ear, rough and low.
(“Look at this messy little cunt. You’ve been saving this for me, haven’t you?“)
I imagined him gripping my thighs, holding them open while he watched me break.
(“You think I haven’t noticed the way you stare at me, baby girl? The way you squeeze your thighs shut
around nothing like a needy little b***h in heat?“)
“Damon…”
I breathed it again, softer, like prayer.
My back arched off the counter, thighs trembling, cunt clenching with every teasing swirl of my fingers.
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The mirror was fogged behind me from how heavy I was panting, how much heat was pouring off my skin. I
looked wrecked.
My n*****s were hard and I picked them and played with them.
I rubbed my clit faster, my palm grinding it hard enough to make my legs quake.
I moaned again.
Louder.
“Ahhhh…Damon…f–f**k…yes-…”
My cunt clenched hard around my fingers. I pushed them deeper.
So deep I whimpered.
So deep my thighs shook, slick dripping in thick streams over my hand, down the count, to the floor.
“Please,” I gasped, voice cracking. “Please, I need you. I need–f**k–I need it harder…”
I thrust my fingers harder, curling them just right, hitting that place inside me that made my whole body lock.
up.
“Oh my God…Damon…Daddy..ahhh–f**k, f**k-”
My hips rocked, my eyes rolled, my moans spilled louder, more desperate.
I was panting his name like it was a curse, a blessing, a drug I couldn’t live without.
“Damon. Damon. Damon–fuuuck me–please–I want you so bad–I c–can’t–I can’t stop..”
I added a third finger.
My p***y stretched around it, sucking it in greedily.
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My head fell back against the mirror with a dull thud as I cried out, my whole body tensing
“S**t–ngghh–Damon–yesyesyes–ahh..”
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My thighs slapped against the counter as I f****d myself harder, my palm slamming against my clit in frantic, filthy circles.
The pressure built.
Higher.
Tighter.
I could barely breathe. Barely think.
Just his name in my head. His scent. His voice.
(“You like this? Like showing that little cunt off to me? Look at yourself, baby. Look at the mess you made just for Daddy.“)
I wailed.
A real, raw, gasping moan that tore from my throat like I was being touched by fire.
“Aaaah…ohmyfuck… Damon…yesyesyes, I’m–f–f**k, I’m gonna-”
I couldn’t even finish the sentence.
I exploded.
My walls spasmed so tight around my fingers I nearly pulled them out.
But I didn’t.
I shoved them deeper.
Rode it.
Rode the high like a wild girl starved for more.
My p***y gushed, slick coating my fingers, pouring down my thighs, puddling under me.
And I kept going.
I couldn’t stop.
My clit was throbbing. Screaming for more.
So I rubbed it harder, messier, whining between my teeth.
“More–oh f–f**k–please–Damon–again, again–I wanna c*m again–I need it…”
I was drenched.
Drenched and trembling and so close again it made me dizzy.
My back arched. My hips bucked My thighs slapped together.
The second orgasm ripped through me like lightning.
I screamed.
Raw. Guttural.
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My fingers f****d into me so fast it sounded obscene–wet slaps, messy squelches, my breath catching with every twitch of my cunt.
“Ahhh–fuuuck–Damon–ohmyGod–YES–yes–right there–Daddy, please–harder, harder–YESSS..”
I didn’t stop.
I couldn’t.
I was a mess now. A wild f*****g mess with nothing left but heat and need and the scent of my own slick coating the entire f*****g room.
I kept whispering his name through clenched teeth, through tears, through screams.
“Damon… Damon… Damon…”
My body convulsed.
Another orgasm.
Then another.
I cried through it. Whimpered like I was breaking, like this release was burning me clean from the inside out.
When it finally slowed… when my fingers stilled and my legs dropped open…
I couldn’t even speak.
I just lay there on the marble countertop.
Panting.
Soaked.
A thick string of c*m still stretched from my slit to my wrist.
I watched it.
Mesmerized.
The glisten of my slick. The twitch of my p***y still clenching with aftershocks.
My lips parted, trembling.
I licked my fingers.
Tasted myself.
Closed my eyes as a low moan rolled from my throat.
“f**k… Damon…”
That’s when I heard it.
Knock. Knock.
I flinched.
The voice outside came loud.
“Open the f*****g door, b***h!”
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I couldn’t walk straight.
Not because I was drunk. Not because I was high. But because I could still feel him on me.
Still feel the heat of his mouth against my ear. Still feel his voice curling down my spine like smoke.
Tasha was somewhere outside. I didn’t even know if she was still f*****g those guys, if she was looking for
me, if she saw what happened.
Didn’t matter.
All I could focus on was the ache between my thighs.
My panties were ruined. Wet. Completely soaked through. Clinging to me like shame. I could feel how messy! was every time I moved. I could smell it..faint, but there.
Omega heat was a myth. That’s what I used to think. That maybe it wasn’t for me.
Until tonight. f**k.
I stumbled down the hall, every step making it worse.
I wasn’t okay. I was not okay. My skin was buzzing, my n*****s hurt from how hard they were, and my cunt-
God, my cunt–felt like it was on fire. My thighs were wet.
So wet I knew it wasn’t sweat. I didn’t even want to check my panties. I could already feel how ruined they were. Sticking to my folds. Clinging like a second skin soaked in shame.
I needed to leave.
I needed to get the f**k out of this house.
I needed to find Tasha and run before that stranger circled back and finished what he started..because I
knew I wouldn’t stop him.
My breath came short and sharp as I moved faster, slipping past bodies, flashing lights, music thumping like my heartbeat.
Where is she…
I spun around, frantic.
People. Faces. Drunken laughs. None of them her.
“f**k,” I whispered to myself. I rubbed my arms like it would somehow help ground me.
But it didn’t.
Because he was still in my head.
That f*****g stranger.
His voice. His heat, His scent.
“You’re a mess, baby girl. Soaked. Desperate. Mine if I want you”
I clenched my jaw. No.
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I didn’t want him.
I didn’t want some cocky, nameless Alpha with filthy words and a jaw that could cut glass.
I wanted Damon.
The man I’d been fantasizing about for years.
The one I thought about every time I came with my own fingers inside me. The one I dreamed of bending me over his desk, gripping my neck, whispering how f*****g tight I was while he filled me with every inch of his
C**k.
Not this stranger.
Not some unknown face from a party.
I pressed a hand between my legs as I slipped into an empty hallway off the main room.
Just a few doors and a low light over the wall.
I grabbed the first door handle. Locked.
Second.
Unlocked.
I shoved it open and stepped inside, heart racing.
Bathroom.
I slammed the door.
Locked it.
Turned and pressed my back against it like I was trying to seal the world out..or keep myself in.
The second the latch clicked, my breath broke.
I panted like I’d just run a marathon. My skin was flushed. My whole body tingled. My hands were shaking and my f*****g p***y was leaking down my thighs like I’d already been f
****d.
But I hadn’t.
No one touched me.
He didn’t even lay a hand on my cunt.
Just words.
Just words and heat and breath on my neck.
And I was soaked.
I grabbed the edge of the sink like it could ground me, but the second I caught sight of my reflection, I knew I was f****d.
I looked like I’d been ruined.
My lips were red, parted, kiss–swollen. My cheeks were flushed like I’d just come. My dress clung to me, my n*****s standing out in stiff peaks under the sheer fabric.
My eyes–God, my eyes–wide and wet, pupils dilated, like I was strung out on the need I refused to admit.
< Mess Of Desires
I let my head drop.
My chest rose and fell too fast. My throat was dry. My legs were trembling.
I need to find Tasha, I told myself.
I needed to get the f**k out of this house.
I needed to get away from this mirror, this hallway, this party, this entire f*****g night.
But I didn’t move.
Because there was only one person I needed right now.
Not the stranger. Not his filthy voice or the c**k pressed against my belly. Not his arrogant smile or the way he called me a mess like he owned it.
Damon.
My heart cracked open.
My thighs clenched.
I moaned. Right there. Moaned his name like it burned coming out of me.
“Damon…”
My knees buckled.
I let go of the sink and turned.
Like I wasn’t falling apart inside.
I reached for the hem of my dress. My fingers slid under the fabric and yanked it up.
No hesitation.
No shame.
Just need.
And what I saw?
God.
My panties were ruined.
The pale fabric was soaked, darkened where my wetness had bled through, clinging to my folds so tight I could see the perfect shape of my cunt/
My clit was swollen. My lips parted. Wetness glistened down the insides of my thighs like tears.
I touched it.
Just the edge.
Just two fingers grazing the heat through the fabric.
And I almost collapsed.
“f**k…”
Istepped out of them.
< Mess Of Desired
Let them drop to the floor like they didn’t matter.
I climbed onto the counter, legs spread wide, cunt exposed to the mirror.
And for a second, I just stared.
I watched myself.
My thighs trembling.
My p***y glistening.
My hands shaking with the need to touch.
Then I did.
My fingers slid between the folds, parting them gently, slowly, making myself feel every ridge, every pulse, every wet, messy throb.
I moaned.
Louder this time.
No holding back.
“Damon…” I breathed again, and this time, my whole body answered. My clit twitched. My walls fluttered. My cunt dripped.
I circled it. Slow at first.
Then harder.
Faster.
I leaned back on one hand, other fingers working that swollen little nub like I’d been starving for release all night.
And I had.
Not from the stranger.
From him.
From Damon.
His name pulsed through my head with every stroke. His voice. His face. His f*****g body. The way he looked
at me sometimes..like he was two seconds from grabbing me by the throat and bending me over the nearest surface.
My hips rocked.
My legs fell wider.
I was panting now, breath fogging the mirror behind me.
“Please…” I whispered.
I didn’t know what I was begging for. More? Harder? Him?
All of it.
slid two fingers inside.
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My p***y welcomed them.
Tight. Hot. Flooded.
I f****d myself slow at first.
Then faster.
Twisting. Curling. Hitting that spot.
And I imagined his fingers doing it. Long. Strong. Veined. Brutal.
I imagined his voice in my ear, rough and low.
(“Look at this messy little cunt. You’ve been saving this for me, haven’t you?“)
I imagined him gripping my thighs, holding them open while he watched me break.
(“You think I haven’t noticed the way you stare at me, baby girl? The way you squeeze your thighs shut
around nothing like a needy little b***h in heat?“)
“Damon…”
I breathed it again, softer, like prayer.
My back arched off the counter, thighs trembling, cunt clenching with every teasing swirl of my fingers.
+ Points >
The mirror was fogged behind me from how heavy I was panting, how much heat was pouring off my skin. I
looked wrecked.
My n*****s were hard and I picked them and played with them.
I rubbed my clit faster, my palm grinding it hard enough to make my legs quake.
I moaned again.
Louder.
“Ahhhh…Damon…f–f**k…yes-…”
My cunt clenched hard around my fingers. I pushed them deeper.
So deep I whimpered.
So deep my thighs shook, slick dripping in thick streams over my hand, down the count, to the floor.
“Please,” I gasped, voice cracking. “Please, I need you. I need–f**k–I need it harder…”
I thrust my fingers harder, curling them just right, hitting that place inside me that made my whole body lock.
up.
“Oh my God…Damon…Daddy..ahhh–f**k, f**k-”
My hips rocked, my eyes rolled, my moans spilled louder, more desperate.
I was panting his name like it was a curse, a blessing, a drug I couldn’t live without.
“Damon. Damon. Damon–fuuuck me–please–I want you so bad–I c–can’t–I can’t stop..”
I added a third finger.
My p***y stretched around it, sucking it in greedily.
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My head fell back against the mirror with a dull thud as I cried out, my whole body tensing
“S**t–ngghh–Damon–yesyesyes–ahh..”
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My thighs slapped against the counter as I f****d myself harder, my palm slamming against my clit in frantic, filthy circles.
The pressure built.
Higher.
Tighter.
I could barely breathe. Barely think.
Just his name in my head. His scent. His voice.
(“You like this? Like showing that little cunt off to me? Look at yourself, baby. Look at the mess you made just for Daddy.“)
I wailed.
A real, raw, gasping moan that tore from my throat like I was being touched by fire.
“Aaaah…ohmyfuck… Damon…yesyesyes, I’m–f–f**k, I’m gonna-”
I couldn’t even finish the sentence.
I exploded.
My walls spasmed so tight around my fingers I nearly pulled them out.
But I didn’t.
I shoved them deeper.
Rode it.
Rode the high like a wild girl starved for more.
My p***y gushed, slick coating my fingers, pouring down my thighs, puddling under me.
And I kept going.
I couldn’t stop.
My clit was throbbing. Screaming for more.
So I rubbed it harder, messier, whining between my teeth.
“More–oh f–f**k–please–Damon–again, again–I wanna c*m again–I need it…”
I was drenched.
Drenched and trembling and so close again it made me dizzy.
My back arched. My hips bucked My thighs slapped together.
The second orgasm ripped through me like lightning.
I screamed.
Raw. Guttural.
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My fingers f****d into me so fast it sounded obscene–wet slaps, messy squelches, my breath catching with every twitch of my cunt.
“Ahhh–fuuuck–Damon–ohmyGod–YES–yes–right there–Daddy, please–harder, harder–YESSS..”
I didn’t stop.
I couldn’t.
I was a mess now. A wild f*****g mess with nothing left but heat and need and the scent of my own slick coating the entire f*****g room.
I kept whispering his name through clenched teeth, through tears, through screams.
“Damon… Damon… Damon…”
My body convulsed.
Another orgasm.
Then another.
I cried through it. Whimpered like I was breaking, like this release was burning me clean from the inside out.
When it finally slowed… when my fingers stilled and my legs dropped open…
I couldn’t even speak.
I just lay there on the marble countertop.
Panting.
Soaked.
A thick string of c*m still stretched from my slit to my wrist.
I watched it.
Mesmerized.
The glisten of my slick. The twitch of my p***y still clenching with aftershocks.
My lips parted, trembling.
I licked my fingers.
Tasted myself.
Closed my eyes as a low moan rolled from my throat.
“f**k… Damon…”
That’s when I heard it.
Knock. Knock.
I flinched.
The voice outside came loud.
“Open the f*****g door, b***h!”
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The knock came again.
BANG, BANG. BANG.
“Open the f*****g door, b***h! We gotta pee!”
Voices. Drunk. Loud. Slutty.
I scrambled off the counter, but my legs buckled as soon as my feet hit the floor. My p***y still spasmed with the ghost of my orgasm, and my clit was so sensitive it hurt.
“s**t,” I whispered under my breath, grabbing the counter for balance.
I wiped myself with shaking hands, but it was useless. I was still wet. Still leaking. My inner thighs were glossy. My scent filled the room like heat.
Damon.
His name pulsed through my chest again.
I bent quickly, grabbed the ruined panties from the floor, stared at the soaked fabric for a second, then
shoved them into the trash like they were evidence.
Another knock.
Louder this time.
“You dead in there or just drowning in your own c*m?” one of the girls laughed from outside.
My face burned.
I ran a hand through my hair, yanked my dress down over my ass, shoved my t**s back into place, then
staggered to the door.
My hand hesitated over the lock.
I wasn’t ready.
But I didn’t have a choice.
I clicked it open.
The second the door swung, two girls pushed forward like they were ready to fight f
second they saw me, they stopped.
They f*****g stared.
Eyes dragging over every inch of me like I was a porn scene come to life.
e toilet..but the
My flushed cheeks.
My parted lips.
My glossy thighs.
My dress wrinkled. My t**s barely contained. My breathing ragged.
One of them raised an eyebrow.
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“Ohhhh, damn,” she whispered, eyes locking on my trembling legs. “You were touching your p***y in there, weren’t you?”
Her friend gasped, then grinned.
“That’s why you were moaning like a w***e! I told you it wasn’t a guy. That was some solo slut shit.”
“Shut the f**k up,” I muttered, trying to push past them, but they didn’t move.
The taller one stepped closer.
She reeked of tequila and s*x. Her eyes dropped to my chest.
“You’re still hard,” she said, voice low. “Your f*****g n*****s are poking through your dress like they wanna say
hi.”
Her friend leaned against the doorframe, licking her lips.
“I bet your p***y’s still twitching too. Want us to check?”
I froze.
The look in her eyes wasn’t a joke.
She meant it.
“I… I’m just looking for my friend,” I said, but my voice came out thin. Weak. Like I was trying to convince myself.
The shorter girl leaned in, so close I could smell the alcohol on her breath.
“Was it that Alpha?” she asked. “The one with the black jacket? The one who looked like he wanted to f**k you in the hallway?”
I didn’t answer.
My thighs clenched.
My slick dripped again.
“Oh, f**k,” the taller one whispered. “You’re still leaking.”
She bent down suddenly.
My heart slammed.
She sniffed.
No f*****g way.
“Yup,” she said, voice sultry. “That’s definitely cunt slick. You came hard in there, didn’t you?”
I turned my face away. My cheeks were on fire.
The shorter girl reached down and touched my thigh.
Two fingers.
A slow swipe.
Then she licked them.
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“Mmm,” she moaned.
“f**k off,” I snapped, shoving them both aside.
But not before the taller one smirked and said,
“Don’t act like you don’t want it. You were in there screaming Daddy like a little heat–struck Omega. Every b***h in the hallway heard.”
I pushed harder.
Stumbled out into the corridor.
My skin was burning. My breath short. My pulse racing like I’d been caught in something I wasn’t supposed
to survive.
Behind me, I heard more giggles.
“Hope he gives you the real thing next time, slut!” one of them called.
“Yeah,” the other laughed. “We wanna hear what you sound like with a c**k in you.”
I didn’t turn back.
Because they were right.
I wanted that c**k.
His c**k.
I wanted Damon to bend me over that counter, slap my ass, shove himself inside and f**k the rest of my shame out until I couldn’t feel anything but him.
I stumbled forward.
Feet moving without direction.
Just one thought in my head.
Find Tasha.
Before I lose my f*****g mind.
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I didn’t walk.
I stumbled.
Shaky legs, burning thighs, panties long gone, and every step making my p***y throb like it was remembering everything. Like it missed his voice. His f*****g scent.
I could still feel the counter under me. His breath that i imagined in my ear. That teasing growl in his voice
when he said Daddy.
God.
Why the f**k did that turn me on so much?
I gritted my teeth and forced myself to move, weaving through the crowd, head low, face flushed, hands trembling.
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Find Tasha.
Just find her.
She’ll know what to do. She’ll say something bitchy and loud and ridiculous and ground me before I climb back up those stairs and beg that man to touch me again.
But the longer I looked, the louder the music got, the more faces blurred together like a drunk slideshow of lust and sweat and teeth, the worse it got. I was starting to drown in it. In the f*****g heat between my legs, in the aching throb of my clit, in the mess he made of me.
And then I saw her.
No one else at this party had t**s like that.
Leather crop top stretched tight across her chest like it was about to
give out, curls wild and sticking to her neck with sweat, a red cup in each hand like she was double–fisting life.
She was dancing with some guy who clearly thought he had a chance. He didn’t. She was in her own world.
But I needed her.
I pushed through the bodies, my fingers brushing sweaty arms, sticky backs, perfume–thick air. When I reached her, I tapped her shoulder hard, breath still shallow.
She turned around.
And blinked like I was spinning.
Or maybe she was.
Either way, she squinted at me with a dazed grin. “Heeyyyy, baby girl,” she slurred. “You good?”
No.
No, I wasn’t.
I was soaked and f****d up and couldn’t stop smelling him even though he was gone. My cunt still pulsed
every
time I thought about him. My n*****s were still stiff like they hadn’t realized we were done.
“I’m looking for Tasha,” I said quickly, leaning in so I didn’t have to yell over the music. “Tall. Redhead. Booty shorts. Probably letting some guy eat her out by now?”
She burst out laughing. Full–body, head–thrown–back laughing.
Oh God.
“What’s funny?” I asked, heat creeping up my neck.
She grinned, eyes glassy with alcohol and sin. “Babe, she’s upstairs.”
My stomach tightened. “Upstairs?”
“Yeah.” She gestured with her cup, almost spilling it all over herself, “Red light room. Third door on the right. I passed by and I swear to God, she was moaning so loud I thought someone was murdering her pussy.”
I blinked. “She’s okay?”
She leaned in, conspiratoria!. “Oh, she’s more than okay. Girl’s getting her walls realigned.”
My mouth opened.
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Nothing came out.
“Three guys,” she whispered. “Or four. I couldn’t count with all the grunting.”
Jesus f*****g Christ.
I stared at her, frozen in place. Not because I was shocked. But because…Goddamn it.
I was jealous.
Not of the guys.
Not even of the noises.
But because at least Tasha was being touched.
At least she was getting f****d.
And me?
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I was walking through this goddamn house like a ghost, dripping from a man who didn’t even stay to finish the job. A man who left me panting on a bathroom counter with nothing but my fingers, my shame, and my ruined panties in the trash.
I nodded. “Thanks.”
She winked, then leaned in again. “Tell her to save a d**k for me!”
I forced a laugh, turned away, and headed for the stairs. My skin still felt too tight. My dress clung to me like
it knew what I’d done. My thighs were glossy again, my steps heavy, and the worst part?
Every person I passed could probably smell it on me.
Could probably smell him.
Could probably tell I’d been played with and left unfinished.
And yet all I could think was. Damon.
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The music got quieter the higher I climbed. Or maybe it was just getting drowned out by the pounding of my own heart. I could feel it thudding in my throat, in my cunt, in every f*****g nerve ending that was already
oversensitized.
Red light.
She said red light room.
I stopped outside the third door on the right. My hand hovered over the knob.
My chest was rising and falling too fast. I could smell sweat, s*x, something disgusting. My skin prickled. The scent was thick enough to taste.
I swallowed and opened the door
What I saw?
******g hell.
I walked straight into a f*****g porn scene.
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My brain couldn’t register it all at once.
Tasha was naked Bent over at the edge of the bed like she was born to be in that position.
One man was behind her. Gripping her hips. Thrusting into her with punishing force.
Another stood in front of her, c**k in her mouth, hands tangled in her hair as she gagged and drooled and
moaned around him.
A third was kneeling on the floor, head between her thighs, tongue working her clit in frantic circles like it was the only thing that mattered.
Two more circled nearby. Naked. Stroking themselves. Waiting. Watching. Breathing heavy. Hungry.
My heart f*****g stopped.
What the f**k.
They were huge. Some of them had that Alpha energy rolling off their bodies like heat. Others smelled calmer, more controlled, but no less dangerous. Beta maybe. I couldn’t f*****g care.
Because they were f*****g her.
All five of them.
Using her.
Owning her.
She was shaking. Whimpering. Eyes glassy and half–closed, her voice slurring with pleasure.
“Yes. Right there. Don’t stop. Please don’t f*****g stop. f**k me harder. More. I can take it. Please. More.”
I couldn’t f*****g move.
My body was frozen but my blood was on fire. My cunt clenched hard, wetness sliding between my thighs instantly. My n*****s tightened under my dress. My breath caught in my throat.
I opened my mouth but no words came out. Just heat and pure jealousy.
One of the men looked up. An Alpha. I could feel it in his eyes, in the weight of his stare, in the cruel smirk that slid across his face as he kept pounding into her like she was nothing but a toy. His gaze didn’t leave
me.
I snapped out of it.
What the f**k.
“Tasha,” I barked, my voice way too high. “Tasha. What the f**k is going on here? I’ve bee
for you.”
She moaned.
Didn’t even look up.
Didn’t stop sucking. Didn’t stop taking. Just raised one hand blindly and waved at me.
king everywhere
Like I was interrupting something small. Like this wasn’t the most obscene f*****g thing I’d ever seen.
I stepped into the room without meaning to. My feet moved like they weren’t mine.
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“I said what the f**k, Tasha.”
She finally turned her head slightly, lips red and shiny with spit, face twisted in ecstasy.
“Oh my God, babe,” she breathed. “You made it.”
Made it?
My jaw dropped.
“What the hell are you..”
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“What the hell are you..”
The words caught in my throat.
Died there.
Because my brain couldn’t f*****g compute what I was seeing.
Tasha didn’t look at me.
She couldn’t.
Her face was buried between a Beta’s thighs, his c**k shoved down her throat so deep she was choking on it, eyes glassy, cheeks streaked with tears and spit.
Her hands were gripping his thighs like she needed the anchor. Her mouth was stretched wide, lips red and
swollen. She wasn’t fighting it.
She was moaning around it.
Behind her, another man was slamming into her cunt from behind, hips snapping with brutal force, his hands gripping her waist like he was trying to rip her in half.
His thighs were flexing. His groans were feral. His c**k was soaked in her slick, shining every time it dragged out before he rammed it back in again. The sound alone made my p***y clench.
Slap. Squish. Slap. Squish.
It was filthy.
And it didn’t stop there.
A third man was kneeling on the floor beneath her, his tongue working between her ass cheeks, licking and sucking and growling like he was starving.
He had one hand wrapped around her thigh and the other pressed to her lower stomach, pinning her down so he could eat her ass like it was his f*****g last meal.
And the others. God.
Two more.
One standing to the side stroking his c**k, slow and thick and teasing, eyes locked on me. He was watching my reaction. Watching me take it all in. The flush crawling up my chest.
The wetness running down my thighs again. The way my n*****s stiffened under my dress. I didn’t even try to
hide it.
And the last?
He was behind her now. Replacing the man who’d just finished. Because yes. One of them had just finished
inside her.
I could see it leaking down her thighs, thick and white and hot. Her body trembled from it. Her mouth opened wider as she gasped for air between choking moans.
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And the new Alpha? He didn’t wait.
He spit on his c**k.
Grabbed her hips.
And shoved himself into her p***y with a single, brutal thrust.
She screamed.
Not in pain.
In bliss.
My jaw dropped. My breath hitched. My knees buckled.
“Tasha,” I whispered. My voice was wrecked. “Tasha, what the actual f**k are you doing?”
She didn’t even turn.
She just groaned louder. “Getting f****d. Oh my God. I needed this.”
My hands were shaking. My entire body was trembling.
“You’re being used,” I said, trying to ground myself. “You’re being f****d by five men.”
She lifted her head slightly from the c**k in her mouth, spit and c*m dripping down her chin.
“Six,” she moaned. “One’s waiting outside.”
Then she gagged again, like she couldn’t wait to have that c**k back in her throat.
I was stunned.
f*****g stunned.
But not just because of what I was seeing.
Because of what I was feeling.
Jealousy.
Raw. Dirty. Shameful.
I wanted to scream at her. Tell her to get up. Tell those men to get their hands off her. But I didn’t move. I
couldn’t.
My panties were gone. My cunt was throbbing. I could feel slick dripping down my inner thighs, tickling my skin, soaking the top of my boots. My n*****s were painfully stiff. My breathing was ragged.
And I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her.
From the way her back arched as the Alpha f****d her harder.
From the way the man under her tongue moaned as he spilled down her throat.
From the way the guy behind her slapped her ass, leaving his handprint behind like a f*****g brand.
Tasha was ruined.
Completely.
Utterly.
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And loving it.
One of the men looked at me. The same one who’d been stroking his c**k. He stepped closer.
His voice was low.
“You’re soaking through your dress.”
My eyes flicked down.
f**k.
He was right.
The fabric clung to me. Dark between my legs. My p***y was leaking. Hot. Needy. Out of control.
I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. Nothing but heat.
“Wanna join her?” he asked. “She said we could share.”
My knees nearly buckled.
Tasha looked up at me now, barely able to speak through the mess in her mouth.
But her eyes said everything.
Do it.
You want it.
You need it.
And maybe I did.
Because if Damon didn’t show up soon, if he didn’t drag me out of this room and f**k me against the wall like he owned me, I was going to fall to my knees.
I was going to let these men wreck me too.
And God help me…
I was going to f*****g love it.
What the hell is wrong with me.
I took a shaky step back, heart racing, chest heaving, cunt dripping like I’d been f****d too. My legs were shaking. My palms were sweating. My whole body was burning.
What the hell am I thinking.
I shouldn’t be watching this.
I shouldn’t be feeling this.
But I was.
I was throbbing.
Throbbing for what they were doing to her.
Throbbing for what I wanted them to do to me.
f**k yes-
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No. No. f**k. No.
I dragged both hands through my hair, trembling so bad I nearly lost my balance.
This isn’t me. This isn’t what I came here for.
I forced my mouth to move. Forced my voice to rise above the moans and grunts and obscene wet sounds bouncing off the walls.
“Tasha.”
She didn’t look up.
The man behind her grunted, slammed into her harder.
Her moan cracked in the middle like a sob.
“Tasha,” I snapped louder, walking farther into the room like I could physically drag her out of this filth. “Let’s get the f**k out of here. Let’s go home. Please.”
She finally turned her head, her mouth swollen, drool clinging to her lips.
And she laughed.
A raw, breathless laugh that made my blood run cold.
“Are you f*****g blind?” she panted. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”
Her voice cracked as she said it. Another thrust slammed into her and she whimpered, arching her back, her
body shaking.
“Please,” I whispered. I didn’t even recognize my own voice anymore. I sounded like I was on the verge of tears. “Please, Tasha. I don’t want to go home alone.”
Her eyes fluttered, glassy, unfocused, but then she moaned again, louder, filthier, her thighs shaking.
“Then you f*****g wait,” she said through clenched teeth. “Wait like a good f*****g girl.”
She gasped when the man inside her grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, biting her shoulder hard enough to leave a mark.
“f**k,” she sobbed. “Fucking..God.”
She looked back at me like it was obvious.
“If you don’t want to wait, go home yourself,” she groaned. “Or call my daddy.”
My heart dropped.
She didn’t mean that.
She couldn’t.
I stared at her, wide–eyed, mouth parted.
She blinked, then sneered.
“And don’t you dare tell him about this,” she moaned louder. “You f*****g know he warned me.”
I backed up, chest tight.
She was serious.
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She didn’t care anymore.
She didn’t f*****g care.
Her best friend was standing in front of her, begging her to come home, and she was too full of c**k to even
blink twice. Too deep in whatever this was to even feel the shame of it.
I stood there shaking.
Dripping.
Burning.
And all I could think was.
How to get home since I don’t know how to drive yet.
I looked back at her as i clenched my jaw.
“You know what?” I scoffed.
“f**k you, Tasha”
The words came out before I even knew I was saying them.
“f**k. You”
She didn’t even flinch at my voice. Didn’t turn. Didn’t blink.
Just moaned louder when the man behind her shoved back in with a vicious snap of his hips.
“hope they break you,” I spat, stepping closer, heat clawing up my throat like bile. “I hope they f*****g wreck your p***y. Ruin it. I hope your hole’s so stretched tomorrow you can’t even f*****g sit down without feeling every inch they left inside you.”
She gasped at that.
A whimper that cracked into a high, trembling moan as another orgasm crashed through her.
Her legs buckled.
Her hands clawed the sheets.
And then she laughed.
That f*****g laugh.
“f**k you, b***h,” she moaned, voice slurring as another c**k pushed into her, slick and hard and waiting.” You’re just mad it’s not you.”
My breath caught.
My heart stopped.
And I wanted to scream.
Because she was right.
I was mad.
Mad that I wasn’t on that bed.
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Mad that I wasn’t being pinned down and f****d from both ends like a desperate Omega in heat. Mad that my
best friend had let go and I hadn’t. Mad that her cunt was full and dripping and overstretched and mine was just wet. Aching. Empty.
I hated her for it.
And I hated myself more.
Because even as I stood there screaming inside, my thighs were clenching again. My n*****s were stiff under my dress. My p***y was leaking. My clit was pounding like it knew how close I was to falling apart.
I wanted to throw something.
I wanted to grab her by the hair and shake her and scream in her face and cry.
But mostly…
Mostly I wanted someone to push me to my knees, shove my face into that mattress, and show me why she
gave in.
Show me what she knew now.
Show me what it meant to be used like that.
Broken like that.
Owned like that.
I lifted my hand.
Stared right into her ruined, dazed, c**k–drunk face.
And raised my middle finger.
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I pushed past the door and stepped into the hallway.
The party was still going. Loud. Drunken. Horny.
I could barely see through the haze of lights and sweat and bodies moving. Music pounded through the walls. Someone screamed from upstairs.
I didn’t stop.
I didn’t look back.
I walked fast, clutching the hem of my dress like it could hold me together. My panties were ruined. Clinging
to me like glue. I could feel the mess I’d made of myself every time I moved. Wet. Hot. Raw.
A hand reached out.
Tried to grab my waist.
“Hey baby, where you goin-”
“Don’t you f*****g touch me,” I snapped.
The guy jerked his hand back like I’d burned him.
Good.
Because I was f*****g burning.
I shoved past him, past a couple grinding against the wall, past two girls licking something off each other’s chests, past a guy on his knees while someone sat on his face.
Every image slammed into me like a fist to the gut.
My heart was pounding. My throat was tight. My eyes were stinging. I didn’t even know if I was about to cry or scream or come again just from the pressure building inside me.
I needed out.
I needed f*****g air.
I shoved the front door open and stumbled outside.
The second the cold air hit my face, I swear my heart cracked right down the middle.
I didn’t even wait to catch my breath. I just ran. Barefoot. Wet. f*****g shaking. I didn’t care who saw me. I
didn’t care what I looked like. I didn’t care if mascara was dripping down my cheeks like a horror movie. I just
needed out.
Away from her.
Away from them.
Away from all the moaning and slapping and the sound of Tasha’s f*****g laugh.
God.
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That laugh.
It kept echoing in my head like some broken record, stuck on the moment she looked at me like I was s*x
depraved.
I kept walking. Stumbling. Tripping on the grass as the first drop of rain landed on my shoulder.
Then another.
Then more.
Of course it had to rain. Like some dramatic music video s**t. Like the universe knew I needed something to
match the disaster happening in my chest.
I didn’t even try to run from it. I just kept going until I saw the tree.
I dropped to my knees right there. My dress stuck to my skin like a second layer of embarrassment. My hair clung to my cheeks. My hands were shaking and I didn’t even try to wipe the tears off my face because I couldn’t tell if they were tears or rain or f*****g both.
I was shaking.
Not from cold.
Not even from shame anymore.
I was shaking because my cunt was still wet. Still aching. Still clenching like it didn’t care about any of the heartbreak in my head.
Like it didn’t care that I was humiliated and furious and broken. It just wanted. It f*****g wanted. And I didn’t
know how to make it stop.
God what is wrong with me.
Why the f**k am I like this.
Why didn’t I leave sooner. Why didn’t I grab her arm and drag her out of that room like a real friend.
Why didn’t I slap her or scream or cry or do something that would’ve made her stop and look at me and remember that I’m not just some f*****g extra in the background of her s*x scene.
I dug my nails into the bark behind me, pressing my back to the tree, trying to breathe, trying to think, trying not to sob loud enough for the whole party to hear me.
She was right.
That was the worst part.
She was f*****g right.
I was mad because it wasn’t me.
I was mad because no one touched me like that. No one ever looked at me like I was something worth f*****g. Worth ruining. Worth breaking. I was just the quiet one,
The virgin. The weirdo who still hadn’t even kissed anyone properly. The girl who sat in the corner pretending to scroll through her phone because no guy ever picked her.
And now look at me.
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Sitting in the rain with sosked panties and trambling thighs and a dit en seen it hurt
All because I watched my best friend get used the a tray and liked it.
What the actual f**k
My head dropped back against the tree and I let out this sound Not a cry Not a scream. Just this patheti little moan of frustration Like my whole body was tired of holding it in
I wanted to touch myself so bad it felt like my fingers were going to more on their own. My hand twitched y thighs squeezed together like they were trying to start a firs I felt so gross. So desperate so pesky hortly
And I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Damon
God
I whimpered out loud just thinking of him.
My thighs trembled and I pressed them together tighter, rocking just once, just enough to feel the pressure on
my clit through the wet fabric. I didn’t even mean to. It just happened
And it felt so f*****g good.
I curled forward.
Buried my face in my knees.
My breath was loud. My body was hot. My fingers twitched again.
I knew I shouldn’t. I knew someone could come outside any second. I knew I was sitting in someone’s
backyard under a tree like some unhinged nympho freak. But none of it mattered.
Because I needed release.
I needed to stop feeling like I was going to explode.
I needed to feel something other than this ache between my legs.
I slid my hand down.
My breath hitched.
I brushed my clit through the soaked panties and my whole body jerked.
Oh f**k.
Oh f**k f**k f**k.
I bit my lip so hard I thought I’d bleed.
I pressed harder Circling. Teasing. Drenched.
I rubbed faster.
Slick soaking my fingers. Rain soaking my thighs. Shame soaking every inch of my soul.
And still I kept going.
Because I needed this.
Because I deserved it.
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Because if I wasn’t brave enough to beg for c**k like Tasha, I could at least come in the dirt and pretend someone f****d me stupid.
Then I came.
I was still trying to recover from the orgasm I just had when my phone rang.
My heart jumped.
My breath caught.
I was still shaking. My panties were soaked. My fingers were still twitching from how hard I came. My legs were trembling and I hadn’t even fixed my dress when I heard my phone ring.
I looked down at the screen.
My chest stopped moving.
Damon.
f**k.
f**k yes.
Thank you.
Thank you, universe. Thank you, rain. Thank you, God, or fate, or whoever the f**k was in charge of cosmic timing tonight because I definitely didn’t have call card to call him. I didn’t even think the call had gone
through.
Signal here was so bad I barely got one bar when I held the phone up and whispered desperate little prayers
into the sky.
But there he was.
His name glowing like a dirty secret I hadn’t earned yet.
My thumb slid over the screen.
“Hello…” I barely breathed the word, my voice shaking from more than just the cold. I was still flushed. Still wrecked. Still full of leftover pleasure and something darker I didn’t have a name for.
I didn’t even get the second word out.
His voice snapped across the line, hard and loud and furious.
“Where the f**k are you girls, Lyra!”
I jumped. I physically flinched. My whole body jolted like he’d yanked me by the hair through the phone.
His voice was loud. Furious. Sharp and cutting and so deep it went straight between my legs.
“Can’t you see it’s pouring heavily?” he yelled again. “You girls have been out for hours. Hours! Where are you! Tell me the location. I’m coming to get both of you now.”
My lips parted. My brain scrambled.
I couldn’t even breathe.
“Wait… I…”
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“Shut up,” he snapped, voice so cold and commanding it made my knees buckle even though I was already sitting. “Or do you want me to shut you up when I get there.”
And just like that, my p***y clenched again.
My breath stuttered.
My chest locked up.
f**k yes, Daddy.
The thought slammed into my brain so hard I almost said it out loud.
What the hell is wrong with me.
What the actual f**k is wrong with me.
Why did that make me wetter.
Why did my clit throb the second he said that.
Why did my whole body react like I was wired to him.
I squeezed my thighs tighter and tried to breathe through the heat rushing straight to my core.
My cheeks burned. My skin tingled. My whole body felt raw and open and twitching from the inside out.
Lyra!”
His voice cracked through the line like thunder splitting the sky.
“f*****g speak! Where is the location.”
I jolted.
Hard.
My whole body snapped upright like I’d been caught doing something I wasn’t supposed to. Like he could see me. Like he knew I was sitting there, trembling in the rain with my panties soaked and my fingers still damp from what I’d just done.
s**t.
s**t. s**t. s**t.
I swallowed hard, blinking like I’d just been slapped out of a daydream.
Goddammit.
He pulled me straight out of my filthy little spiral like he’d reached through the phone and grabbed me by the jaw. His voice was so deep. So angry So… in control.
My brain scrambled.
I licked my lips.
Opened my mouth.
Nothing came out.
I felt like I was still mid–orgasm. My cunt clenched just from the sound of him shouting my name. My n*****s ached under my soaked dress. My heart wouldn’t stop pounding.
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“Damon,” I breathed, voice cracking. “I… I’m sorry. I’m under the big oak tree by the side fence. The one near the empty lot. You know the one.”
“That is not a f*****g location, Lyra.”
“I swear to God,” he continued, slower now, darker, like every word was a loaded gun c*****g inside my ear,” when I come there, I will spank you, do you hear me?”
Oh. My. God.
I choked.
My knees buckled again even though I was already crouched in the dirt like a pathetic mess of sweat and slick and orgasm aftershock.
He didn’t stop.
“Because you are wasting my goddamn time.”
I gasped.
Actually gasped.
Because it wasn’t just the words. It was the way he said them. The deep snarl in his throat. The control. The
command.
And that word. That word.
Spank.
My p***y clenched so hard I whimpered.
I could feel it.
Feel the heat blooming where I wanted his hand to land. Feel the shame curling tighter in my chest. Feel the little voice in my head moaning again like a traitor.
Yes Daddy. Spank me. f*****g make me pay for it.
What the f**k was wrong with me.
Why the f**k did it feel so good to be yelled at like that.
Why did I want him to drag me by the wrist and press me over the hood of his car and do exactly what he just
threatened.
I licked my lips.
My voice cracked when I finally gave it.
“Twelve,” I whispered. “Twelve St. Margaret’s Crescent.”
I waited.
One second.
Two.
Nothing.
Just the sound of his breathing.
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Then.
“I’m coming.”
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