Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 234

“Let’s do BDSM, kitten.”

Everything inside me paused. Even my pussy. Even my thoughts. Even the cum still dripping from between my legs.

“Huh?” I blinked up at him, blinking rapidly like my brain needed to reboot. “Wait, BDSM? No. No, Damon. I’m scared. I’ve seen those videos. There were ropes. There were clamps. There were people hanging from ceilings and crying in leather and kneeling on tiles like they were auditioning to be furniture. I’m not ready to be a nightstand.”

He smirked. Of course he did. That terrifying Alpha smirk that meant he already knew I’d say yes.

“You’re no longer the innocent little girl that came here last summer,” he said, and I swear to God my pussy fluttered just hearing him say the word innocent like it was a memory I wasn’t allowed to have anymore.

“You’re mine now. My Omega. My mate. My good little slut. You beg for my cock. You scream when I knot you. You take every drop of cum I give you like it’s your fucking job. And now I’m going to teach you how to obey.”

I panicked.

Like, full-body Omega meltdown.

“Damon, wait-BDSM sounds scary. I don’t even know what half of the letters stand for. I only know the D is for Dom, and I thought that was just a hot mafia name.

“And the S might mean spanking, which, okay fine, but I’ve seen people tied up and blindfolded and gagged with, like, ropes and leather and zippers in places zippers should not be.

“I don’t even know if I like that. What if you tie me up and then forget I’m there? What if I get itchy and I can’t scratch it? What if I panic and start screaming and then the neighbor calls the cops and they find me with a spreader bar between my legs like I’m some kind of sex scarecrow?”

He leaned closer, his voice dark and slow and so calm it made my nipples hard.

“It’s not about pain, kitten,” he said, brushing his thumb across my lips. “It’s about control. It’s about trust. It’s about giving me everything your moans, your whimpers, your tears, your cunt. It’s about surrendering, completely. Letting me tie you down. Gag you. Spank you until you sob and then kiss your tears until you moan. Blindfold you and make you guess which part of your body I’m about to ruin with my mouth.”

I moaned. Audibly. And then I covered my face like a dramatic little whore.

He pulled my hands away.

“Want me to clamp your nipples until they ache?” he whispered. “Want me to chain your wrists above your head, leave you spread open, helpless, dripping, waiting? Want to feel me drag my tongue up your cunt and make you beg for permission to come?”

My mouth dropped open and stayed there.

I blinked up at him, red-faced and soaking, my clit throbbing so hard I wanted to cry.

“I don’t know,” I breathed, but it wasn’t convincing. Even I knew it wasn’t convincing. My pussy knew it wasn’t convincing because it was already leaking again.

“You’ll learn,” he said, and he sounded so sure, like he was already picturing me tied in silk, wrists bound to the bedframe, blindfolded, mouth gagged, cunt dripping, nipples stretched, legs wide, body squirming as he whispered filthy things in my ear.

“And what if I like it too much?”

His cock throbbed against me.

“Then I’ll ruin you.”

I came.

Just like that.

I came again. My cunt clenched. My body trembled. My mouth opened in a soundless moan as I fell apart on his knot with tears in my eyes and slick on my thighs.

“You’re ready,” he whispered.

And I whispered back,biting my lips.

“Then show me, Daddy. I want to be good.”