Favorite Sin 123
Take It All Kitten
Take It All Kitten
~Lyra
I know y’all might be wondering..like seriously wondering..“Oh my God, she’s pregnant now, so she should be taking it easy, right? Like soft kisses, no bouncing, no full–body trembling while a massive Alpha d**k is buried inside her?”
Yeah… no. Hell no. Never!
You wanna sit there and tell me you don’t ride your husband or your man, or your baby daddy Alpha…while you’re pregnant?
“You don’t arch your back and beg him to go deeper just to feel how tight your p***y is while your belly’s already glowing from the last time he knotted you? You don’t cry when he takes it slow because your body is so hot and hormonal that you actually need him to break the bed again?
Because me? I am so horny I think I’m going insane.
Like not regular horny. Not oops–l–had–a–dream kind of horny. I mean full–on dripping, p***y–clenching, clit–throbbing heat kind of horny, and it’s made worse by the fact that Damon just blindfolded me and said he was taking me to the playroom.
And I didn’t even know there was a playroom in this house. I live here. I’ve crawled on the floor of his bedroom.
I’ve eaten cereal in the kitchen naked. I’ve slept with my legs open and my t**s leaking all over his chest every night for the past month. And now suddenly there’s a s*x room?
He’s leading me through a hallway I swear wasn’t there yesterday, one hand firm on my waist, the other gripping my wrist like he owns it..which he does.
I can’t see anything. My eyes are covered by this soft black silk he tied earlier, and my balance is already gone because my thighs are shaking and my p***y is embarrassingly wet. My n*****s are so sensitive now.
“Damon,” I breathed, heart pounding, “when did you even build a playroom? Why do I feel like I’ve never seen this part of the house? And wait..was this built for that b***h!”
Yeah. I said it.
I don’t know why it came out of my mouth at that exact moment..maybe because I was blindfolded and being walked butt–naked into a secret s*x dungeon that I had no idea existed in this house, and my brain was short–circuiting.
I mean, what else is new? I talk when I’m nervous. I talk when I’m turned on. I talk when I’m gagged. I just talk. And right now? I was doing all three..
But Damon didn’t even hesitate.
“Never,” he said behind me, low and dark. “I built this just for you. I knew this time would come.”
My breath caught in my throat.
My knees wobbled.
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My p***y clenched.
“What?” I breathed, my voice already sounding f****d out even though he hadn’t touched me properly yet What do you mean just for me?”
He kept guiding me forward..calm, completely in control. like he wasn’t dropping a nuclear bomb on my brain with every step we took.
“When did you build it?” I asked, already spiraling. “How long ago? Why didn’t I know about it? How the actual f**k did I not notice a whole–ass dungeon in this house? I live here. I know every room.
“Every corner. I’ve m*********d in your library..twice. I’ve sucked your d**k in the garage. I literally bled on your sheets and cried about it for an hour while you licked it off my thighs and now you’re telling me there’s a
secret room I’ve never seen?!”
“Shhh.”
He reached up and pressed two fingers to my lips.
And I didn’t hesitate.
I sucked.
I sucked his fingers into my mouth like they were his c**k. My lips wrapped tight. My tongue swirled. 1 moaned. Like my throat was already warming up to be used.
His breath hitched behind me. I felt it. The tension in his body. The way he leaned into me like he wanted to bite down on my neck and growl through my skin.
“f**k,” he hissed, voice raw and thick. “That was hot, kitten. And you talk too much.”
I couldn’t help it. I whimpered. Like a needy little slut. Because that voice? That tone? That Alpha grow! straight into my ear? My p***y fluttered so hard I almost collapsed.
But I wasn’t done.
Oh no.
I kept talking. Because apparently, I can’t stop when I’m turned on and terrified at the same time. “You’re telling me this room..this whole b**m fantasy s*x room..was built just for me? What if I don’t even like it? What if I panic? What if I cry? What if I come so hard I forget my name and then fall asleep tied to a bench with my ass in the air and the cleaning staff finds me like that and takes pictures?”
“You’re gonna love it,” he said. “Because I know your body better than you do.”
He pulled his fingers from my mouth with a slick pop and stepped behind me. I felt his hand wrap around my wrists, pulling them behind my back slowly.
He moved like he was unwrapping a present.only I was the present. His filthy little Omega toy. Knocked up. Blindfolded. Soaking wet. Nervous. Needy. And ready to be tied up like a doll he could play with for hours.
The leather cuffs were cold when they wrapped around my wrists. It was cold and smooth and tight. I fel
buckle.
I whimpered again. My t**s were already leaking. I felt it..little beads of milk dripping down my skin as my breath came in short, hot pants.
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“You don’t get to speak unless I want to hear your voice,” Damon said as he adjusted the cuffs. “You don’t get to beg unless I say you can. You don’t come unless I give you permission.”
“Wait,” I whimpered, voice trembling. “What if I mess up?”
He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.
“Then I’ll spank you,” he said. “I’ll gag you. I’ll spread you open and make you say sorry with your cunt.”
Oh my God.
My thighs were soaked.
Like dripping.
Like actual puddle forming between my legs level soaked.
And then he did it..
He slid a soft silk gag between my lips..wet from my own spit and moaning..and tied it behind my head.
Not tight.
Just enough to hush me.
Just enough to remind me who was in control.
Just enough to make my p***y throb.
“You look perfect like this,” Damon whispered.
I was bent over the thick padded bench in Damon’s secret s*x dungeon..which, might I add, he built just for me..and all I could think about was how tight my p***y was clenching around nothing.
My arms were cuffed behind my back. My ankles were strapped to the bench. My legs were spread wide
open.
My t**s were hanging down like heavy, leaking milk bags with clamps on the n*****s that stung just right every time I whimpered.
My belly was full. My mouth was stuffed with a silk gag. My thoughts were a mess. And still..still, I was
f*****g wet.
Like soak–the–floor wet.
Like my p***y was already crying, “Daddy please stuff me full again” before he’d even taken his c**k out.
Oh, and the worst part?
Damon hadn’t even touched me yet.
But then I heard it. The sound.
The belt.
Not just any belt. His belt and swear to the Moon Goddess I almost came just from that. My breath caught. My thighs clenched against the restraints. My toes curled.
My entire body went still. And my thoughts? Oh my God. My thoughts weren’t even in words anymore. Just
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images. His c**k. My p***y. The bench. The straps. The knot. The moaning. The..
“You’re soaked,” Damon growled behind me. His voice was low, calm, terrifying in the most delicious way.
“Completely soaked. You’ve ruined the bench. You’re going to ruin me.”
I wanted to say yes Daddy, I wanted to scream then f**k me already, but the gag in my mouth was doing its already, but the gag in my mouth was doing its job and all I could do was moan. Drool slid past the corner of my lips. My p***y clenched. My n*****s leaked
another drop of milk.
And then I felt it.
His fingers. Right there. Sliding between my thighs. Brushing over my folds like he was testing how drenched
I was and trying not to lose his mind over it.
He groaned. “You’re dripping. Your cunt is begging to be used.”
No, seriously, it was.
I swear to you my p***y was throbbing.. My clit was screaming. And when he pushed two fingers inside..slow, deep, curling up..I nearly f*****g blacked out.
My eyes rolled behind the blindfold. My back arched. My t**s jiggled in their clamps. And I made a noise that was somewhere between a sob and a slutty prayer.
“Don’t come,” he said softly, almost lovingly. “Not yet.”
Oh f**k.
I tried to obey, I really did, but holy s**t, his fingers were inside me and his thumb was circling my clit and my
whole body was shaking.
And then it happened.
He pulled his fingers out.
I wanted to cry.
But before I could even whimper, I felt it. The head of his c**k. Pressing against the entrance of my soaked,
clenching, crying little p***y.
And then he pushed in.
Slow.
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