Chapter 154: Chapter 154 Don’t put that thing inside me
Aria’s POV
But he still didn’t giving me what I wanted.His hand came down on my ass with a sharp crack that echoed through the room.
The sting bloomed across my skin, and I cried out, the pain mixing with pleasure in a way that made my head spin.
"That’s for being so impatient." Another slap. "And that’s for being so beautiful it drives me crazy."
"You’re going to bruise me, daddy."
"Good. Then everyone will know you’re mine."
He spanked me again, and again, each blow sending waves of sensation through my body. I was dripping now, my arousal running down my thighs, and he could see it, could feel how wet I was.
"Such a dirty little slut," he said, his voice rough with lust. "Getting off on being punished."
"I can’t help it, daddy. You make me this way."
"I know, baby girl. And I love it."
His fingers found my clit, and I gasped as he started circling the sensitive nub.
But instead of the gentle stimulation I expected, he flicked it sharply, and I screamed, my body convulsing as an unexpected orgasm crashed through me.
"That’s it, baby. Come for daddy."
"Ah—ah—yes! Yes, daddy!"
The orgasm ripped through me, my juices splattering against his hand and the floor below. I was vaguely aware of his cock pressing against my entrance, and then—finally—he pushed inside.
"Daddy!" I screamed as he filled me, even though I had already come twice, his cock was still too big, too thick, too hot.
The stretch was exquisite agony. I cried out, my body arching off the glass as he forced his way inside, inch by relentless inch.
My pussy clenched around him, trying to adjust, but he was too much, too overwhelming. The head popped past my entrance and I felt like I was being split open.
"Fuck," I gasped, tears pricking my eyes. "You’re too big. Daddy, I can’t—"
"You can," he growled, pausing to let me adjust. "You will. Take it, baby girl. Take all of me."
I took a shuddering breath and forced myself to relax. Slowly, painfully, he sank deeper.
He didn’t let me rest. His hand came down hard on my ass, the sharp crack echoing in the quiet room. I jolted, my inner walls clenching around him.
"That’s it," he gritted out, pulling back and slamming into me again. "Fucking squeeze me like that. God, you felt like heaven."
"Damian—"
"That’s Daddy to you, princess. Don’t forget who was fucking you."
He began to move in earnest, each thrust pushing me harder against the window. My tits bounced against the glass, the friction making me dizzy.
I could hear the wet sound of my own arousal, obscene and perfect in the silent night.
The angle shifted, and suddenly he was hitting that spot—that perfect, devastating spot deep inside me. My vision whitened out.
"Right there," I screamed. "Please, right there, don’t stop—"
"If you were going to come, you came when I told you to," he snarled. But his rhythm faltered, and I knew he was close too.
I did the only thing I could think of. I clenched down on him, hard, my inner walls rippling around his length.
He groaned, a broken sound that drove me wild. "Fucking little minx. You did that on purpose."
"Come inside me, Daddy. Please. Fill me up."
That was all it took. With a guttural roar, he buried himself to the hilt and came, his hot seed flooding my insides.
The feeling triggered my own release, and I shattered around him, my scream swallowed by his mouth as he kissed me through the aftershocks.
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I was still trembling when he pulled out. His cum dripped down my thighs, warm and sticky. I was exhausted, my legs barely holding me up.
"Please," I whispered, my voice hoarse. "No more. I can’t..."
But when I looked at him, he was already hard again.
"Can’t?" he repeated, a dangerous edge in his voice. "Baby girl, we were just getting started."
He kissed me, deep and possessive, and I felt his hands spreading my legs wider.
Then he was lifting me off my feet again, spinning us around until I was lying on the wide windowsill, my bare body stretched out beneath the moonlight.
I was completely exposed. Anyone looking up from the gardens would have seen me—would have seen what he was doing to me.
The thought should have horrified me. Instead, it made me wet all over again.
"Please, Daddy," I begged. "I’m so sensitive. I can’t—"
"You could." He opened a drawer, and when he turned back, he was holding something small and pink in his palm. A vibrator.
My blood ran cold. "No. No, Damian, don’t put that thing inside me—"
"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow, his smile lazy and cruel. "So you did remember it, princess. Good. Then you knew what happens when you misbehaved."
"Please—"
His hand closed around my throat, not choking, just holding. "I said you were going to take what I gave you. Did I stutter?"
I shook my head, tears welling in my eyes. "No, Daddy."
"That was my good girl."
He knelt between my spread legs, and I watched, hypnotized with dread and arousal, as he took the vibrator and pressed a button. The low hum filled the room.
He guided it to my entrance, still slick with his cum. The silicone tip nudged against my folds, and I whimpered.
"Shh," he soothed. "You could take it. You were going to take it, and then you were going to take my cock again, and you were going to come until you couldn’t remember your own name. Understood?"
I nodded, unable to speak.
He pushed the vibrator inside me.
The sensation was immediate and overwhelming. The silicone bumped against my inner walls, vibrating deep inside me, and I cried out, my back arching.
But he wasn’t done. He attached the small string to my clit, tying it tight, and the vibration traveled directly to my most sensitive spot.
"Oh God," I sobbed. "It’s too much—"
He didn’t answer. He was already lining his cock up with my entrance, and before I could protest, he thrust inside.
The vibrator was pushed deeper by his intrusion, and the double sensation—his thick length filling me while the toy buzzed against my most intimate places—sent me spiraling. I screamed, my nails raking down his back.
"You liked that, princess?" His voice was wrecked. "You liked being stuffed full while Daddy fucked you?"
"Yes—no—I didn’t know—"
"You knew." He thrust harder, and the vibrator shifted inside me, hitting a spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. "Your pussy knew. It was squeezing me so fucking tight."
He reached between us and flicked the vibrator to a higher setting.
The world dissolved.
I wasn’t a person anymore. I was just sensation—heat and pressure and vibration and the relentless rhythm of his cock inside me.
I was drooling, clawing, screaming his name without knowing if words were coming out.
"Look at you," he groaned. "Perfect. So fucking perfect."
And then he came again, and this time, I followed him into the darkness for real.
The last thing I heard was his voice, soft and reverent in my ear: "That was my good girl. My perfect little wife."
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