Calvin pushes forward, the pressure building until there's a sharp, tearing pain that makes me cry out. He freezes, fully seated inside me, his forehead pressed to mine as we both breathe heavily.
"Mine," he groans, his voice strained. "All mine now. No one else will ever have this. Ever have you."
The pain subsides, replaced by a sense of fullness, of completion. I shift my hips experimentally, and Calvin hisses through his teeth.
"Don't move," he warns. "Not unless you want this to be over before it starts."
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly deeper. "I want all of you," I whisper against his lips. "Everything."
That's all it takes. With a growl that's more animal than human, Calvin begins to move, his hips driving into mine with controlled power. Each thrust sends jolts of pleasure-painthrough my system, building toward something I can't name but desperately crave.
"So good," he murmurs into my neck, one hand gripping my hip, the other tangled in my hair. "Taking me so well, such a good girl for Daddy."
The praise washes over me, amplifying the physical sensation. I want to be good for him. Want to please him. Want to be whatever he needs me to be.
"Harder," I plead, surprising myself with my boldness. "Please, Calvin. More."
He complies with a savage thrust that has me crying out. "Say it again," he demands, his pace increasing. "Say my name."
"Calvin!" I gasp as he hits a spot deep inside me that makes my vision blur. "Please, I need?—"
"I know what you need," he growls, his hand sliding between us to circle my clit. "You need to come on my cock. Need me to fill you up, make you mine completely."
His words, his touch, the relentless pounding of his hips—it's all too much. I feel myself tightening around him, the pleasure spiraling higher.
"That's it, little bird," he encourages, his movements becoming more erratic. "Come for me. Come on Daddy's cock like a good girl."
The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, my body arching, clenching around him as I cry out his name. Through the haze of my own pleasure, I hear Calvin groan, feel him swell even larger inside me.
"Gonna fill you up," he pants, his hips slamming into mine with brutal force. "Pump you so full of my cum, get you round with my baby. Make you mine forever."
The words should terrify me. Instead, they send another wave of pleasure crashing over me, my body milking his cock as he continues to thrust.
"Yes," I sob, not fully understanding what I'm agreeing to, only knowing that I want it all. Want him. Want whatever future he's planning for us. "Please, Calvin. Make me yours."
With a roar, he buries himself to the hilt, his body going rigid as he empties himself inside me. I can feel each pulse, each throb, as he fills me with his seed. It's primitive, primal—this claiming. And it feels absolutely right.
As we both come down, panting and sweaty, Calvin gathers me against his chest, his arms wrapping around me protectively. His heart thunders beneath my ear, his breath ragged against my hair.
"Mine," he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "My little bird. Safe in her cage at last."
And though the words should frighten me, should make me feel trapped, all I feel is protected. Cherished.
Home.
eight
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Wren
It'samazing how quickly life can change. Three days ago, I was a server with crushing debt and an apartment with black mold creeping up the bathroom wall. Now I'm stepping into the gleaming lobby of Mercer Industries in a designer pencil skirt and blouse that cost more than my monthly rent. Calvin bought me an entire wardrobe yesterday, watched me model each piece with hungry eyes before taking me on the dressing room floor of the high-end boutique after hours. My body still aches pleasantly from his attention, little bruises on my hips and thighs that I press when I need reminding that this is all real.
"Good morning, Ms. Calloway," the security guard says with a respectful nod. "Mr. Mercer said to expect you. Here's your access card."
I take the sleek badge with my name printed on it. Wren Calloway, Executive Assistant to the CEO. The title still seems absurd. I have no qualifications for this job beyond being the object of Calvin's obsession. But he insisted, said he wanted me close, where he could see me, protect me.
"You'll earn your keep," he'd promised darkly last night, his mouth at my ear as he thrust into me from behind. "Taking my cock so well is just the start of your duties, little bird."
