Daddy Alpha, Take Me

Burned by Daddy

~Nadia

I was just trying to cool off. Trying to get him off my mind.

I wanted to drink to stupor. In a way that every slick between my thighs and every heat curling in my stomach gets flushed away.

I was only halfway done with one bottle when Aiden came into the home bar.

I'd sighed to myself. I didn't want to talk to him. I just wanted to be alone.

He tried to talk but I wasn't having it. Then proceeded to seize my drink.

Not today boy, definitely not today.

You can be strict with me every other day. But today, I'll do what I want.

Since daddy has already decided on what to do.

Decided to let me starve instead of breaking my cunt with his shaft.

I simply took another drink from the liquor cabinet and went back into my room.

I locked the door after entering. Because I didn't want Aiden walking in on me again.

The room was dark. Quiet. Piercing.

Just me, the silence, my drink in my hand.

I sat on the sofa and placed my drink on the table, the silence gripping me like I was its culprit.

He filled my mind. I tried to relax. Tried not to think about him.

I tried to forget how he warned me never to think about him again.

How he made me feel judged for wanting him in the first place.

My chest heaved, mind reeling.

Unfair

Everything was unfair.

My life. The world. Even Alpha Lucian.

I swallowed a gulp and poured more inside the glass.

Staring into space.

Into the darkness.

I was still wet. Still leaking.

But I already said to myself not to climax for a man who hasn't even touched me.

Who's refused to.

My fingers tightened around the glass and then…shadows.

I felt it. Gripping me so tight.

My legs curled against the rugs.

I could feel it.

The scent hit me. Seeping right inside my brain, clouding my mind.

I could hear footsteps behind me.

Didn't turn.

Not yet.

My senses were at maximum alert.

And then…

A hand grazed the back of my neck.

I screamed, afraid. I didn't even realize how loud my voice was.

My screams didn't scare the shadow behind me. Like it already expected my reaction.

Like it knew I could get scared of the dark sometimes.

I froze. Didn't move.

Couldn't.

My breath seized.

The hands were big, rubbing around my neck, sliding inside my robes, rubbing my back smoothly.

My breath tightened.

It dragged it up. On my shoulders. Sliding down to my chest.

My knuckles tightened around the glass, heart pounding in my ears.

Who was that?

It dragged its hand down to my boobs and stopped right before touching my n*****s.

I gasped.

Then it stepped forward.

One loud step that ripped me of every breath, leaving me with nothing.

Another step and it was just beside me, height high above.

I tilted my head and looked up and a soft whisper escaped my lips.

“Daddy Lucian." I called breathlessly.

And just then I heard a knock on the door.

"Nadia, are you okay?”

Aiden's voice.

"I'm fine,” I answered. Too quickly.

Then my gaze returned to the Alpha in front of me.

My p***y clenched together, pressing cold and wet against each other.

He pushed the table away, and stood in front of me.

He arched his back…with a slow, biting pace, leaning in on me.

My breath shut off completely.

His hands went down to the loose tie of my robes. He dragged one and it came undone completely, the robes parting, exposing my entire body.

My breath hitched.

He wasn't looking at my face. Not really.

He trailed his big fingers on my thighs and let it hover on my groins, his touch sending me to a world unknown.

I moaned and clutched the armrest of the sofa.

His eyes swept my body.

Then he held my waist, his hand almost wrapping around it, my body losing itself to him.

He trailed the other hand up to my chest…my boobs.

He cupped it in his hand, fingers sinking inside my skin as he squeezed it.

I breathed. Squealed.

He pinched my n*****s. Then trailed his hand down again.

His both hands on both of my knees, gaze fixed between my thighs.

He opened my legs and found my slick dropping on the sofa.

My breath caught, chest rising.

Please touch it. Please please please.

I begged in my heaving chest.

He moved one hand and rubbed his thumb on my c**t.

Fuck! I came on his hand.

He took my c*m to my mouth. My lips parted instinctively, mouth spreading open.

I tasted myself. Tasty enough.

He left his hand in my mouth… for me to suck on it.

Then another hand on my c**t, rubbing lightly.

I moaned.

He pressed the soft bones of my c**t, teasing.

Fuck! My legs shook.

I'd have fallen if I wasn't sitting on the sofa.

My soul left me.

I threw my head backward on the chair and that was when he took his hand off my mouth.

Then withdrew his hand from my c**t.

I bit my lips, heart racing.

“Why did you stop?" My voice was barely audible.

"You're not ready for me. You can't take me,”

What?

I was f*****g ready. I knew it. My p***y was already leaking for him, I'd been craving him since I was sixteen and here he was, saying I'm not ready.

What in the moon was that?

“You're untouched. And I don't want you bleeding on my cock.”

Fuck! That was exactly what I wanted.

“Not yet,"

He stood up, broad chest, covering everything else behind him.

I sat on the edge of the sofa, reaching to hold his hand. To stop him from leaving me, “please, I'm ready. I promise I won't scream. You can't leave me like this." I begged.

But then he leaned in, one hand wrapping around my neck, his face closing in on my neck.

Then he whispered to my ears, lips brushing the shell of my ears. “Go to sleep, Nadia. I'm too huge for you. My d**k is not for young teenagers like you,”

His words stung me. I bit my inner lips so hard I bled.

I watched his retreating back.

The way he walked away like I meant nothing. Like my feelings weren't valid.

He left the room and the door closed against me.

My head fell back on the sofa.

Not to moan. But to cry.

Why me?

Why was he doing this to me?

Was I not the girl whom he promised to fulfill whatever I wanted?

Now I want nothing but him.

He's the reason I leak on my panties. Even in public.

And he knows it

Of course he loves seeing me ruined. Seeing me beg for something that would cost him nothing.

I was ready but he said I wasn't.

The night was quiet, room dark, door locked, my p***y leaking for his c**k…the perfect atmosphere to take me. To ruin my cunt and change it from untouched to touched… with his c**k.

The c**k of my Alpha Daddy.

The man who raised me. Who watched me grow in his shield.

Oh goddess, I was ruined.

Ruined without being touched.

What a nightmare.

The back of my robes was soaked…with my slick dripping from my p***y, soaking the seat of the sofa as well.

I widened my legs, feet on the edge of the sofa.

My fingers spontaneously went down there…between my thighs.

I touched myself.

Wet. Dripping.

Unbelievable. It was truly hard to imagine how wet I was soaked. How much more seeing it in reality. Right between my thighs.

I made a promise to myself…not to touch myself for him again.

Not when he's decided to ignore me. Ignore how wet I went down all for him.

But I guess breaking the promise was the only way to help myself at that awful moment.

The moment where he added fuel to the fire already inside me. He set me ablaze and then let me burn without quenching.

He was ruthless indeed.

I breathed. Inserted two fingers straight into my p***y.

Deep. Very deep.

I threw the other hand to my c**t, pressing and rubbing on it while two of my fingers f****d deep inside my hole.

I shoved it, stroked it harder, fingers hitting on my p***y walls.

Oh lord.

Fuck f**k fuck

It burst out…my c*m…violently and unapologetic.

My back landed heavily on the backrest, chest rising and falling tiredly.

This wasn't good.

Not one bit.