“If I want to call your pussy home for a day. It’s fucking home. My cock stays in hard, soft, doesn’t matter. You stay plugged with my come. Every load I give.”
I felt dizzy from the intensity of it, the raw, honest possession threaded through every word.
“Baby. Say it for Daddy. You’re dom, wants to hear it.”
“I… I will,” I breathed. “You stay inside. Even then.”
His lips brushed the shell of my ear. “Good girl. Because, Daddy’s going to finish in you, baby
His hand fit perfectly against my hip. I braced myself on the bed, clenching the sheets.
“And you’re going to hold it for me,” he murmured, thumb stroking the inside of my clit. “You know the rules.”
“Yes.”
He kissed just below my ear, “You’ve got two options tonight.”
His hand dragged up my stomach, fingers spreading under my ribs, holding me like I was something he wanted to guard with his entire life.
He gave me a slow roll of his hips. “Because we don’t waste daddy’s come do we baby?”
“No...”
“Option one. Daddy stays inside you, keep it safe with my cock… or?—”
I swallowed hard.
“—I put a plug in to hold it until I fill you again.”
A hot, sharp sound came out of me before I could stop it. He heard everything.
“Yeah,” he breathed, nuzzling the curve of my jaw. “That reaction. You love the possession, don’t you, baby?”
My legs trembled. “Yes.”
He went still, the kind of still that felt like gravit
“Say it in Daddy’s tongue.”
My throat tightened. But the words rose anyway, soft and obedient.
“Kor adar…yes, Daddy.”
He hissed in a breath against my skin. “Good girl.”
“Choose me or the plug, sweetheart. Because Daddy needs to get dinner on. And I’m not walking into that kitchen without you full of me.”
My pulse fluttered so hard it hurt.
“You,” I whispered immediately. “I choose you.”
His sigh was almost a groan, relief, possession, hunger all tied together.
“Perfect girl.” His hand guided my hips back, and he slid into me with one smooth thrust that made my vision blur. His forehead pressed to my shoulder as he bottomed out, breath breaking, body shaking with how tightly I clenched around him.
My hands reached behind me, searching blindly until his fingers laced with mine. He squeezed once, and then he started moving.
Slow.
