Ch. 236..240: Breed Me, Daddy Alpha chapter 236-240
Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 236
Oh my God.
My thighs were soaked.
Like dripping.
Like actual puddle forming between my legs level soaked.
And then he did it.
He slid a soft silk gag between my lips..wet from my own spit and moaning..and tied it behind my head.
Not tight.
Just enough to hush me.
Just enough to remind me who was in control.
Just enough to make my pussy throb.
“You look perfect like this,” Damon whispered.
I was bent over the thick padded bench in Damon’s secret sex dungeon..which, might I add, he built just for me..and all I could think about was how tight my pussy was clenching around nothing.
My arms were cuffed behind my back. My ankles were strapped to the bench. My legs were spread wide open.
My tits were hanging down like heavy, leaking milk bags with clamps on the nipples that stung just right every time I whimpered.
My belly was full. My mouth was stuffed with a silk gag. My thoughts were a mess. And still..still, I was fucking wet.
Like soak-the-floor wet.
Like my pussy was already crying, “Daddy please stuff me full again” before he’d even taken his cock out.
Oh, and the worst part?
Damon hadn’t even touched me yet.
But then I heard it. The sound.
The belt.
Not just any belt. His belt and I swear to the Moon Goddess I almost came just from that. My breath caught. My thighs clenched against the restraints. My toes curled.
My entire body went still. And my thoughts? Oh my God. My thoughts weren’t even in words anymore. Just images. His cock. My pussy. The bench. The straps. The knot. The moaning. The..
“You’re soaked,” Damon growled behind me. His voice was low, calm, terrifying in the most delicious way.
“Completely soaked. You’ve ruined the bench. You’re going to ruin me.”
I wanted to say yes Daddy, I wanted to scream then fuck me already, but the gag in my mouth was doing its job and all I could do was moan. Drool slid past the corner of my lips. My pussy clenched. My nipples leaked another drop of milk.
And then I felt it.
His fingers. Right there. Sliding between my thighs. Brushing over my folds like he was testing how drenched I was and trying not to lose his mind over it.
He groaned. “You’re dripping. Your cunt is begging to be used.”
No, seriously, it was.
I swear to you my pussy was throbbing.. My clit was screaming. And when he pushed two fingers inside..slow, deep, curling up..I nearly fucking blacked out.
My eyes rolled behind the blindfold. My back arched. My tits jiggled in their clamps. And I made a noise that was somewhere between a sob and a slutty prayer.
“Don’t come,” he said softly, almost lovingly. “Not yet.”
Oh fuck.
I tried to obey, I really did, but holy shit, his fingers were inside me and his thumb was circling my clit and my whole body was shaking.
And then it happened.
He pulled his fingers out.
I wanted to cry.
But before I could even whimper, I felt it. The head of his cock. Pressing against the entrance of my soaked, clenching, crying little pussy.
And then he pushed in.
Slow.
My body screamed. My thoughts exploded. My cunt tried to swallow him whole. My belly tightened. My nipples throbbed. I made a choked noise behind the gag that sounded like a girl being possessed by her Daddy’s cock and honestly? I probably was.
He slid in deeper.
And deeper.
And deeper.
Until he was all the way in, buried to the base, stretched so wide I thought I’d split, so deep I swore I could feel it in my throat. I whimpered.
I sobbed.
I drooled on the bench.
And still, I begged with my body.
He held there for a second, like he was letting me feel it. Letting me understand how deep he was. How full he made me.
And then he started moving.
Slow, controlled thrusts that made the leather creak beneath me. He wasn’t being soft. He was being cruel. He wanted me to fall apart. He loved it.
“You feel that?” he asked, his voice like hot gravel on my neck. “You feel Daddy’s cock stretching you open? Filling up this greedy little hole that’s been dripping since the second I walked you in here?”
I moaned so loud the gag muffled it like a scream.
“You talk too much, kitten. You flail too much. You get smart and bratty and disobedient,” he growled, his thrusts slamming harder now.
He slapped my ass. I screamed into the gag.
“Say thank you.”
I screamed again. Then nodded. Tried to say it.
“Good girl.”
He gripped my hair. Pulled my head back.
“Now take it. Take all of Daddy’s cock.”
He pounded into me. Hard. Brutal. Deep. Every stroke made me cry. Every thrust pushed my body forward. My tits bounced. The clamps tugged. My cunt clung to him like it was desperate.
And then he reached down.
He touched my clit.
I screamed.
“Don’t you fucking cum, kitten,” Damon growled behind me, his voice thick with command and dark with threat, “unless you want Daddy to spank that big fat ass raw.”
Oh my God.
Oh my fucking God.
The way he said it.
Like holy shit, folks, I won’t lie, that sentence alone had my pussy twitching like it was clapping in applause.
Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 237
~Damon~
I had waited for the perfect time for her to be ready.
Not just physically. Not just wet and whimpering and begging to be filled. I’m talking ready..body, mind, soul.
Because trust me when I say this… I am a very rough Alpha. I’m not the kind of man who makes love with candlelight and soft hands. I’m not gentle. I don’t take it slow. I destroy. I break. I breed. I dominate until she forgets her own name and screams mine like it’s the only word she’s ever known.
But because of her age.
Because she’s just eighteen.
Because she’s still learning the weight of what she is.
I have been trying. Really fucking trying.
I’ve held myself back in ways no one will ever understand. Every time I sank into her, every time I tied her hands, pulled her hair, fucked her until she passed out from overstimulation..that was me being gentle.
That was the tame version. I know it didn’t feel like it to her. I know she thought that was the beast. But it wasn’t.
That wasn’t even close.
I know some of you might be wondering how the hell what we’ve already done could possibly be considered gentle. All the sex we’ve had. All the ways I’ve used her. Broken her with my knot. That couldn’t have been gentle, right?
For me it was.
I have been holding back so much more than she can even imagine. I have been suppressing the real hunger. The real need. The shift that snarls under my skin every time she cries into a pillow or begs for my cock while trembling on her knees.
Right now, in this room, in this moment..I’m trying.
I’m trying my fucking best not to let the beast out.
But it’s hard. So hard I can feel the edge of my bones humming with restraint. My claws are already pushing against the tips of my fingers.
My canines are dragging against my tongue.
My eyes keep threatening to burn gold.
My control is breaking and the only thing holding me together is her voice in my head begging me.
She’s leaking from her tits. Her belly is swollen from the pups I bred into her. Her moans are muffled. Her nipples are clamped and aching. Her entire body is flushed and shaking and ready.
And still, I’m trying.
I’m inside her. Painfully holding back every instinct screaming at me to ruin her. Her pussy is so tight around my cock it’s like she’s begging me to let go. Her body clenches around me with every inch I give her, and I can feel it..her need, her surrender, her obedience.
She’s ready.
But I’m still trying to protect her.
I’m grinding into her slow, pushing my knot against her without fully forcing it in yet. I’m stroking her clit in gentle circles, dragging out the torment. I’m whispering in her ear, not growling. I’m saying.
“Don’t cum yet, kitten. Daddy’s not done,” when what I want to say is, “You’re about to meet the monster I’ve caged for you.”
I’m trying not to fucking shift.
Because if I do? If I give in?
Because if I do..if I give in, even for a second, even for a breath..there will be no going back. No easing into it. No gentle touches or careful words. No restraints to protect her from me. No soft praise. No patient teasing.
If I give in, the cuffs will snap. I won’t undo them..I’ll break them. I’ll rip the leather from her wrists, throw the gag across the room, and replace it with my hand around her throat.
If I give in, she won’t get Daddy. She’ll get the beast.
The part of me I’ve kept locked up. The one that doesn’t ask. Doesn’t wait. Doesn’t listen. The one that takes. That fucks until she’s limp.
And the worst part?
She’ll love it.
I know she will. I know because every time I tell her to wait, to breathe, to be patient, she cries for more. Every time I tell her no, her cunt clenches tighter. Every time I spank her and make her say thank you, her body lights up like she was made for this. And maybe she was.
Maybe I was never supposed to have a soft Omega.
She’s trembling. She’s glowing. She’s fucking beautiful.
And I want to wreck her.
I want to pull the gag out and hear her beg me to shift. I want her to scream my name while I take her like a feral beast. I want to bite down on her throat while I knot her so hard she sobs and begs me to stop even as she begs me not to pull out.
I want to hear her say it..say Daddy, I’m yours. Daddy, break me. Daddy, show me the real you.
Because once I do?
Once I let go of the leash I’ve held this entire time?
There won’t be cuffs strong enough. There won’t be a bed that survives. There won’t be a safe word that saves her.
There will only be my cock. My teeth. My knot. My rage. My love.
And her.
Her swollen belly.
Her leaking tits.
Her broken moans.
Her ruined cunt stuffed full of everything I give her.
Her body trembling in my arms as I kiss the tears off her cheeks and fuck her through every last scream.
And when I’m done..when I’ve poured every last drop of cum into her womb and marked her so deeply she forgets any name but mine-I’ll hold her. I’ll clean her. I’ll praise her.
I’ll whisper good girl, and mean it with every savage part of me.
And if she asks for more?
If she looks up at me with that tear-streaked face and says again, Daddy?
I’ll give her more.
And more.
And more.
Because once the beast comes out, he doesn’t stop.
“I am trying so hard to control myself, kitten. You have no idea what it’s costing me. Every single moan that slips past your gag, every time your pussy squeezes around my cock like it’s trying to suck me deeper.”
“And I am trying..Moon, I am fucking trying..not to snap. Not to shift. Not to ruin you. But the beast inside me is pacing. Scratching. Laughing”
Because it knows the truth.
It knows you’re ready.
“You have no idea how hard I’m fighting this,” I whisper. “You think I’ve been rough with you? You think Daddy’s already broken you?”
Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 238
“I’ve been gentle, kitten,” I growl. “Every time I fucked you, every time I knotted you, every time I bent you over and claimed your tight little cunt, I held back. Because of your age. Because you’re still learning. Because you don’t know what I’m capable of.”
“I am trying to protect you,” I snarl into your ear. “But you’re making it so hard. You’re moaning like a whore. I can feel it in your body you want the monster.”
My bones are aching. My claws are already pushing at my skin. My jaw is tightening with the pressure of my canines lengthening. My eyes are starting to glow. My vision is going gold at the edges. My cock is twitching so hard inside you I can barely stay still.
“I want to shift please kitten”
“I want to break the cuffs off your wrists. I want to rip the gag out of your mouth and shove my fingers into your throat while I fuck you so deep you forget what breathing feels like.
“I want to bite you. Hard. I want to sink my teeth into your neck and claim you again until your blood sings my name.
“I want to tear you apart and put you back together with every drop of cum I pour into your womb.”
“I want to mark you. Breed you. Knot you so wide open it takes days for your pussy to close again”.
And the worst part is-I know you want it too.
I grip the edge of the bench to stop myself from tearing into her hips. My claws dig into the wood. My control is hanging by a thread. One moan. One word. That’s all it would take.
And then it happened.
“Daddy,” you cry. “Please. Please don’t hold back. I want all of you. I want to feel the real you.”
“What did you just say, kitten?” I asked softly, every word drawn out through gritted teeth. “Tell me again.’
I didn’t move. I didn’t push. I didn’t shift.
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I lifted one hand and brushed her damp hair gently off her face, my fingers tracing her cheek with the kind of care I rarely let myself show. My other hand gripped the edge of the bench so hard that the wood split beneath my palm, but I didn’t let that part of me take over.
Not yet.
“Are you sure?” I whispered.
“Are you absolutely sure you want this?”
I kissed the side of her face, just beneath the edge of the blindfold. I let my lips linger. I let her feel me. I let her know I was still here, still present, still giving her the choice she always had.
“I won’t force you,” I said, my voice steady even though every muscle in my body was screaming to move. “Even now. Even like this. I won’t take what you’re not ready to give”
“I can hold you. I can slow down. I can stop everything if that’s what you want. Just say the word and I’ll pull out. I’ll carry you upstairs. I’ll wrap you in blankets and kiss your shoulders until you fall asleep.”
She didn’t speak.
Not immediately.
She moaned.
She trembled.
“I’m ready, Damon. Let it all out. Let your beast out.
Everything in me went silent.
And then everything inside me snapped.
My fangs pushed past my gums until they pressed against the back of my tongue.
My eyes burned gold. My bones shifted beneath my skin. My body trembled with the force of what I had been holding back for too long.
The beast was awake.
And it wanted her.
All of her.
But before I let go, I have to say this.
I’m not saying it for her.
I’m saying it for you.
Folks, I’m warning you.
Don’t go to the next chapter if you are weak.
This isn’t romance.
This isn’t softness.
This is what happens when a real Alpha stops pretending to be gentle.
Yes, she’s pregnant. I know.
Yes, she’s eighteen.
Yes, her tits are leaking and her belly is full of my pups.
Yes, I’m about to knot her harder than I ever have.
But trust me when I say this-I know what I’m doing.
And I am going to show you.
I am going to make you feel her moans, taste her tears, hear the sound of my knot stretching her open as she begs me not to stop.
I am going to show you what it means when an Alpha stops being careful and starts being honest. I am going to fuck her like my life depends on it. Because it does. Because she is my life now. And I’ve waited long enough.
So go ahead.
Turn the page.
But don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Because what’s coming next will make your heart race.
Your cunt drip.
And your soul burn.
Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 239
“Sasha,” Joseph’s voice turned serious as he said, “I really have something to handle right now. Stop it, just finish the procedures and go home, I’ll be back at night.”
Sasha wanted to say something else, but Joseph had already hung up the phone.
Listening to the beeping sound coming from the receiver, Sasha was depressed and threw the phone into her bag in annoyance.
She had told Joseph a few days ago that she was being discharged from the hospital today. According to how Joseph usually doted on her, even if there was a big deal, he would have put it aside. Why hadn’t he come this time?
“Sasha…” Kelly walked towards her and asked, “Isn’t Master Felix coming?”
“Not coming!” Sasha had an extremely bad attitude, as if it was Kelly’s fault that Joseph wasn’t coming, yelling, “What are you still standing here for? Why don’t you go get me discharged?”
Kelly flinched at her yelling, and she hesitated for a moment before turning around and walking out of the ward.
Staying in the Felix family for more than ten years, Sasha hadn’t put her biological mother in her eyes for a long time. Instead, she considered Joseph her only father and family, while Kelly… was just an insignificant person.
Thinking of this, Kelly was so sad that her eyes were red, but she held back and didn’t let the tears fall.
On the way back, Kelly finally couldn’t help but say, “Sasha, you’re just Master Felix’s adopted daughter. Master Felix is usually busy, so it’s impossible to put all his energy on you. You have to control your temper, and don’t make him angry…”
Before she finished her words, Sasha yelled at her, “I don’t need you to remind me about this again and again! Even if I’m just his adopted daughter, so what? He doesn’t have an heir, and he’s long thought of me as his own daughter!”
Kelly opened her mouth but swallowed all her grievance in the end.
As a mother, she said this to her for Sasha’s good, but Sasha was always putting on the airs of a big lady in front of her.
During the time Sasha was hospitalized, Kelly was the one who took care of her. Nevertheless, Sasha never showed her respect. Only when Joseph came, Sasha would have a smiling face.
In the beginning, Joseph would visit Sasha in the hospital almost every day. Then, he was busy with his work and came once every two days. But recently, he hadn’t come for five days.
While in the hospital, Kelly had also heard some rumors about Claire.
A lot of people in the Felix family knew about the affair between Joseph and Winona when he was young.
Kelly vaguely guessed that Claire was Joseph’s biological daughter. But considering Sasha cared so much about Joseph’s favor, Kelly couldn’t say it outright but beat around the bush. However…
“Sasha…”
“You shut up!”
Sasha yelled at her impatiently. As if she felt disgusted even looking at Kelly, Sasha turned her head to the car window.
Kelly didn’t say anything more but shut up.
Returning to the Felix family, Sasha sat annoyed in her bedroom. Looking at her slightly haggard face in the mirror, she gritted her teeth in resentment.
If it weren’t for Claire, how could she have stayed in the hospital for so long?
She was aware that Joseph’s care for her had decreased a lot, but she just didn’t want to hear it from anyone else.
Somewhat hungry, she went downstairs, intending to get some fruits from the kitchen. Just as she reached the kitchen door, she heard two nannies discussing, “Do you think the rumor is true?”
“What rumor?”
“About Claire being Winona’s daughter.”
“I’ve also heard about it, but I don’t know clearly. If it’s true, then… then… wouldn’t Claire be Master Felix’s biological daughter?”
“Yeah! Why is Master Felix targeting the Summers family so much? Isn’t it because of Winona? I thought that Master Felix had not his own child all his life, but his daughter appears all of a sudden.”
“If this matter was true, then Miss Sasha’s situation in the Felix family would be awkward.”
“Exactly! If Master Felix’s own daughter came back, how could an adopted daughter be special?”
“You know what? I heard the day before yesterday that Master Felix always comes to an elementary school. It seems like Claire’s two children study there. Do you think… Master Felix goes to see those two children?”
“Yes, I do think so.”
Breed Me. Daddy Alpha – Chapter 240
The air beneath the bus was thick with the scent of rubber and gasoline, a stale, cloying mix that clung to the back of my throat as Cara and I squeezed ourselves into the farthest corner of the luggage compartment.
The space was cramped, barely wide enough for us to stretch out fully due to the masses of bags and random cardboard boxes, but the surrounding suitcases and duffel bags provided just enough cover to keep us out of sight which was the main thing.
I shifted, adjusting my position between two large hard–shell suitcases, pressing my back against the cool metal frame of the bus. My pulse was still racing from the sheer nerve of what we were doing- sneaking onto a damn bus like we were criminals on the run.
Cara settled in beside me, her knees drawn up to her chest as she wedged herself between a few oversized travel bags. She let out a shaky breath before turning to me, a slow grin creeping across her face.
“I gotta say, Margot,” she whispered, nudging me with her elbow. “I didn’t think you had this kind of rebellion in you.”
I scoffed, though I couldn’t help but smirk. “Yeah, well, desperate times and all that.”
“Desperate and ballsy as hell,” she added. “I mean, I’m usually the one coming up with the crazy ideas. But this? This was all you girl – I’m proud.” Cara commended me, as I felt somewhat accomplished.
The pride in her voice sent a strange warmth through my chest. I wasn’t the reckless one, not usually. That was always Cara–Cara who took risks, who lived without thinking too much about the consequences. But this time, it had been me. I had thought of this plan. I had taken the risk.
And now, here we were successfully on our way to Meadowbank for free!
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The bus gave a sudden jolt, and my stomach flipped as the engine roared to life. The vibration of it rumbled through the metal floor beneath us, making the walls tremble slightly as the vehicle eased into motion. My fingers curled into the fabric of my hoodie, my breath hitching as the realisation hit.
We were doing it. We were actually on our way to embark on some fucked up prisoner experiment – neither of us fully knowing what that even meant!
Cara let out a quiet laugh from beside me, the sound barely audible over the steady hum of the moving bus. “Holy shit,” she murmured. “We’re actually pulling this off we’re gonna get that damn money.”
“Yeah but what exactly do you think we’ll need to do to get it? Do you think we’ll have to visit them regularly? Probably just chat to them, right?” I suggest, as Cara chews her lip in thought.
“Well for that money… surely there’s more to it than just chats? I guess we will find out when we arrive…” Cara adds, making my anxiety spike.
What exactly was this experiment?
What did they expect from us?
“The main thing is, we’ve done it!” Cara nods firmly, happy enough to be here on the bus.
“For now,” I reminded her. “We still have to make it all the way to Meadowbank without getting caught – don’t rush ahead.”
She exhaled, rolling her head against the soft duffel bag she was using as a pillow. “Right. Which is why we need to keep count of how many stops we hit or else we’ll miss the damn place.”
I nodded, my mind sharpening as I focused on the task ahead. “You said six stops before Meadowbank, right?”
Yeah,” she confirmed. “It’s gonna take hours to get there though, but every time this compartment opens, it means we’ve reached a new terminal. We count six, and then we know it’s our turn to get off.”
“Got it,” I said, though a flicker of concern tightened in my chest. “We just have to make sure we don’t fall asleep and lose track of how many we’ve passed.”
Cara hummed in agreement. “We should take shifts. One of us stays awake while the other rests. That way, at least one of us is keeping count the whole time.”
“Good idea.” I adjusted my position again, wincing as my elbow bumped against the sharp edge of a suitcase. “I’ll take the first shift – I’m too excited and nervous to sleep right now.”
She raised a brow. “You sure?”
I nodded. “Yeah. You said earlier that you had barely slept last night too. Plus, you did all the talking back at the terminal trying to convince that guy – I’ll hold down the fort for now.” I encourage.
She didn’t argue back after that, which told me just how exhausted she really was. Instead, she shifted around, turning onto her side and using the strap of a duffel bag as an impromptu pillow. “Wake me when we’re at stop three and we can switch,” she murmured, already starting to relax.
“Yeah, yeah, sweet dreams!” I muttered with a wave, though I knew there was no way I’d wake her if I felt she was getting a good rest…
Silence stretched between us as the steady motion of the bus rocked us gently. Outside, the muffled sounds of traffic faded into the background, replaced by the low rumble of the tires against the road.
At least we were warm down here from the heat of the engine; making it somewhat bearable…
I hugged my knees in to my chest, my eyes fixed on the sliver of dim light that seeped through the cracks of the compartment door.
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what we had already done thus far settled over me like a heavy The weight of what we were doing what we had already done thus far blanket. We were fugitives in our own way, sneaking out of town without a word, without looking back.
And yet, despite the discomfort, despite the uncertainty, I felt something I don’t quite think I had ever felt…
Freedom…
A reckless, breathless kind of freedom that made my heart pound with a thrill I couldn’t quite name.
I didn’t know what Meadowbank would hold for us. I didn’t know if we’d even make it there without being thrown off this bus and dragged back to the place we were so desperate to escape from.
But for now, at least, we were moving forward.
And that was enough hope for me.