Bound By His Rules {MM Steamy Compilation}

Slave Me, Daddy Alpha 5

5 ~ I Can’t Mark You.

JAYDEN’s POV

“I-I want you to claim me…” I whispered. “Mark me. Make me yours.”

The only thing that followed was silence.

Rafael went still inside me, his length pulsing inside me. My wrists were still cuffed above me, my skin slightly red from pulling too hard.

“I can't mark you. Just take my length like a good pretty boy.” He growled and resumed thrusting. “I want to see you cry.”

He was so thick. So deep. I could feel him all the way up in my stomach like a hot, throbbing brand that stretched my insides open and ruined me inch by inch.

Never have I imagined my first time would be like this.

I tried to say something. To tell him it was too much, that I couldn’t handle it, but the only thing that came out of my mouth was a high-pitched whine.

~You good down there, slut?~

My wolf. That loudmouthed little menace who decided to make his grand reappearance at the worst possible time.

~Got a royal Alpha length in you and you’re crying. Babe, do you even know how legendary that is? You better arch your back and take that s**t with pride.~

“Shut the hell up,” I gasped aloud, my face burning.

Rafael chuckled above me, his voice all gravel and hunger. “Talking back to your wolf while I f**k you? That’s adorable.”

Then he shifted his hips and I swear… I saw stars.

I was so overwhelmed, it felt like I was being split open. But, I never wanted him to stop. Every push, every grind into my insides made me clench around him and cry out.

“Such a tight little hole,” Rafael groaned. “You were made for this.”

“Please…” I moaned, writhing under him.

“Please, what?” he asked, his hips suddenly rocking in slow, deep strokes that made me sob into the mattress. “Use your words, brat.”

“Please f**k me,” I cried. “More… just—don’t stop…”

He lowered himself, his breath hot on my neck.

“You’re gonna stay open for me like a good little b***h,” he whispered, biting down softly. “Take everything I give you. And when I say c*m, you beg.”

“Yes—yes, Rafael—please—I’m yours—”

He stopped thrusting and flipped me over. Maybe, he was confused. I didn't know. A second after, he laid on the bed, facing up. He pulled me onto his body. “Ride me.”

“I-I haven't done that before.” I stuttered.

“There's always a first time.” He smirked.

His hands reached out to my waist, guiding me down onto every inch of his length like I was nothing but a toy molded for him.

“Look at you,” he growled, licking his lips. “So damn f****d out, still trying to ride me like you’re not about to collapse.”

My fingers dugged into the sheet, moans exiting my mouth as I shut my eyes, trying to suppress it.

“You always this noisy during s*x, or am I just f*****g you stupid? Oh. Forgot you're a virgin.” He taunted.

I couldn’t speak. My thighs were shaking. Sweat coated my chest. My length was still caged with that denial plug, throbbing, and leaking all over his abs.

He thrust up into me—hard—and I gasped like a damn pornstar. “You want to c*m so bad, don’t you?” He whispered, then he bent my back and licked sweat off my chest.

“Please…” I gasped. “Take it out. Let me c*m. Please…”

He finally reached down, wrapped his fist around the base of my length and yanked the denial plug out.

I exploded.

My release shot out of me, hitting his jaw, neck, chest and one heavy spurt landed on his lips.

He licked it clean and he moaned. “f**k… you taste better than I imagined.”

Then he grabbed me—tight—and rolled us over, slamming me on my back with his length still inside. His abs flexed above me, his skin sticky with my c*m, his silver eyes burning.

“You think I’m done with you?” He rasped.

He started to pound into me. Not gentle. Not slow. Just deep, raw, and greedy thrusts. I gritted my teeth, gasping, my body jolting with each hard slam.

“F-f**k—Rafael—slow down—”

“No,” he growled. “You came all over me. You made a mess. Now I’m gonna f**k you until you forget your name.”

~Not us getting folded like a wet towel. Rafael’s snapping our back like we owe him money.~ My wolf cackled.

I couldn’t keep up. His grip bruised into my hips, dragging me to meet every thrust. “You’re gonna feel me for days,” he panted. “You wanted to be claimed, didn’t you?”

“I—I forgot—” I gasped.

“No,” he snapped, biting down on my shoulder. “Say it. Say you want me to mark you.”

His length slammed into that spot inside me again and my body convulsed.

“I want you to mark me!” I cried out. “I want to be yours!”

Rafael didn’t stop. His thrusts got rougher, deeper. He grunted into my neck, his whole body tensing over me.

He was close.

Tears slipped down the corners of my eyes. Not from pain. Not from shame. Just… pure ecstasy.

I felt it all—the stretch, the heat, the release—as his length twitched inside me, pulsing hard before he came with a deep, guttural growl.

His release filled me—hot. But he didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow down.

“R-Rafael—wait—” I gasped.

“Shut up,” he growled against my ear, his breath ragged. “I’m not done. I want more. I need more.”

His length, still hard as steel, kept pounding into me. His hips slammed against mine like he was trying to burn me into memory.

I couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe.

I was used. f****d. Ruined.

And I loved every second of it. Though, it was painful.

He snarled suddenly and yanked me upright like I weighed nothing. Then, he pinned me onto the bed, my back crushed to his chest. His arm hooked tight around my stomach as his length speared right back into me—deeper, angrier, and wetter with our mess.

I screamed. “R-Rafael—please—”

His mouth was on my throat, sucking harsh marks into my skin while his length carved every nerve inside me raw. His free hand slipped between my legs, jerking my leaking length in rhythm with his thrusts.

~This is an exorcism. We’re getting spiritually rearranged.~

My eyes rolled back. My body jerked like a marionette. I could barely feel my legs. But my hole twitched. Each time he pulled back, it clenched for him. It begged. It dripped.

White heat exploded in my spine as he hit a certain spot inside me. I choked on a gasp. “You—You hit—what the f**k was that—?!”

He bit my ear. “Your prostate,” he growled. “And now that I’ve found it, I’m never missing it again.”

He hit it again. And again.

I cried. But the tears on my cheeks were from bliss. Every thrust made my toes curl, my hole clench, and my length throb.

~We’re gonna pass out. At least, it’s worth dying doing what I loved.~

“I’m gonna c*m again,” I sobbed.

“You better,” Rafael grunted, pounding harder. “And you’re gonna c*m on me this time. I wanna feel you lose it while I f**k you through it.”

With a strangled, filthy scream, I came again, harder than before. He snarled and slammed deep into me one final time.