EMILY

My body was still trembling. I hadn’t even caught my breath when I felt Don move behind me.

His hand slid down my back and grabbed my ass hard.

“You didn’t think we were done,” he said roughly. “Not when you’re still dripping like this.”

I whimpered as he spread my legs again, sliding two fingers inside me without warning. My hips jerked. I was overstimulated but still aching for more.

“Look at you,” he growled. “Already soaking my fingers, and I haven’t even put my cock back in you yet.”

He twisted his fingers inside me, thrusting them deeper. I cried out and pushed back against his hand without meaning to.

Don chuckled darkly. “Such a good little whore for me.”

I gasped, but the word turned me on even more.

He pulled his fingers out and shoved them into my mouth.

“Taste how desperate you are.”

I sucked them, moaning, with my gaze locked on his, and his jaw clenched.

His free hand held my hip, keeping me still, and making sure I couldn’t move. My body had completely given in to him, every part of me waiting for his next move.

In one swift motion, he flipped me onto my back, caged me in with his arms, and slammed into me again without warning. I screamed.

His hand covered my mouth as he thrust deeper into me roughly.

“Quiet,” he growled into my ear. “Do you want the whole house to hear you're getting fucked like this?”

I moaned under his hand. My eyes were blurry and my body was already twitching again.

“Too loud,” he muttered. “Too wet, and too fucking good.”

He leaned down, biting my shoulder as he pounded into me harder. His hips snapped against mine like thunder.

The sound of my dad's pubic region slapping against my sloppy, wet pussy filled the room as his cock slammed into me.

Every time I clenched around him, he growled.

My legs trembled, spread wide as he kept thrusting into me again and again. I felt swollen on every part of my pussy, but he didn’t stop.

He grabbed both my wrists and pinned them above my head with one hand, while the other hand pressed my breasts and played with my already-hard nipples.

“I should keep you like this,” he whispered. “Tied up, ready and dripping for me whenever I want.”

I couldn’t think. Infact, I could barely speak because he was penetrating inside me roughly.

Then he let go of my mouth just as his fingers found my clit again, rubbing it mercilessly.

“Come on, Emily. I want to feel you fall apart again. Cum all over my cock.” he said darkly.

I shattered with a broken sob, as my body tightened. The orgasm ripped through me, leaving me trembling beneath him.

“Fuck…yes,” he growled.

He thrust harder, slamming into me through my orgasm until his own release hit. He buried himself to the hilt, groaning as he spilled inside me. Then he dropped on top of me, panting hard.

Our bodies were slick with sweat. The room was spinning.

We didn’t move for a moment.

Then he looked down at me.

I was shaking and overwhelmed.

My whole body ached, as every nerve still hummed from what he'd just done to me. I lay under him, breathless and weak. But the moment our eyes met, I knew he wasn’t done with me.

Without asking, he wrapped his hand around my throat, not tightly, but enough to take my breath and keep me quiet. He pinned me down again, his weight pressing into me. My heart pounded like a drum as his gaze burned through me sharply.

“You thought you could handle everything I gave you,” he said darkly. “But you haven't seen what I'm like when I stop holding back.”

A shiver ran through my spine that instant.

His hand slid between my thighs. I was still wet and trembling. When he felt it, he gave me a vicious smile. “Your body already knows who it belongs to. Even when you don't say a word.”

He went to his wardrobe and grabbed a belt, he wrapped it around my wrists, tying them tight above my head.

“You’ll lie still now,” he said coldly, “and take every fucking second of it.”

He spread my legs apart and got between them. I couldn’t move nor could I stop him.

He didn’t go slow this time. He thrust into me in one rough stroke, making me cry out. My back arched, the belt biting into my skin as I pulled against it.

“Good girl,” he groaned, moving faster and deeper. “Tied up and ruined. You were made for this.”

He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back, forcing me to meet his eyes.

“Look at yourself,” he hissed. “You look so fucking pretty when I break you.”

I moaned, completely lost in it all. I couldn’t tell the difference between pain and pleasure at that point. I cried out even louder.

He slapped my thigh hard. I gasped.

“Louder.”

Another deep thrust. Then another. Each one harder than the last.

“You want this,” he growled. “You want to be broken, owned and marked.”

I couldn’t answer because I was too far gone. But he didn’t need me to say anything. He leaned down, bit into my neck, and sunk his teeth deep leaving me with a mark.

And then I came.

It hit me like a wave crashing down. I screamed, my whole body shaking as the orgasm tore through me.

He cursed and slammed into me one last time before groaning low and emptying inside me.

His whole body trembled as he came inside me, and the way he collapsed over me told me he’d lost control completely. He buried his face into my neck and exhaled slowly.

He stayed like that for a moment, panting heavily. Then he leaned close, his mouth brushing my ear.

“You’ll never belong to anyone else, Emily,” he said quietly. “I’ll kill any man who even looks at you.”

I lay there looking all tied up, used and sore.