by Madison Faye
“So pure,” he groans into my lips. “So innocent. I knew you’d never had a man touch you like this, or taste your sweetness like this, or fuck you, like I’m going to fuck you.”
I whimper at his words, and when I feel his thick, pulsing shaft hot against my thigh, I tremble in anticipation.
“And I will have you, my angel,” he says softly. “Not here, and not like this, but soon — very soon — I’m going to take you as my own. And when I do, there’s not a man in the world who’ll be able to look at you again and see what I saw tonight. They’ll know you’ve been plucked. They’ll know that a man has had you, and claimed you, and it’ll be my job to let every single fucking one of them know that you’re off-limits to everyone but me.”
I gasp at his words, the fierceness of them sending a heated pulse right through my body, until my heart jumps into my throat with excitement.
His. I’m aware of how crazy or how surreal it sounds. But at the same time, there’s no denying how it really makes me feel.
Whole. It makes me feel protected, and loved, and like for the first time ever, I’m needed by someone.
“I love that you’re untouched, and unmarked, Lyra,” he growls, pulling me close and kissing me again. His hand slips between my legs, and I whimper as his fingers brush over my clit.
“Because, my little queen, I’m going to mark you. I’m going to spread those pretty thighs wide and bury my cock inside of your sweet untouched cunt.”
His cock slips against my pussy, and for one second, my heart jumps into my throat, wondering if he’s decided to take me now. He eases the head against my opening, teasing me and rubbing it up and down, but he doesn’t push inside. Instead, he just makes me cry out, leaking my sticky wetness all over his cock until it's dripping down the thick, veined shaft as he slowly strokes himself.
“Fuck, baby girl,” he groans. “Look at how hard you’ve made my cock with that sweet little cunt of yours.”
He pushes the head up, rubbing it over my clit and then rocking against me so that every fat inch of the underside of his cock glides over my clit. He strokes himself harder, groaning alongside my moans, and I watch as more and more sticky white fluid drips from the small slit at the top of his cock. It drops down onto my skin, coating my pussy and my thighs, mixing with my own wetness until I’m slick and glistening and wet, my legs wide open for him.
“And look how wet and ready that pretty pussy is for Daddy,” he groans. “I can feel you pulsing against me, so eager to feel me slide inside, and so eager to feel me spray my cum deep in your womb.”
I moan louder, panting as his cock glides over my clit again and again, his hips pumping as if he’s driving into me, even if he’s staying just outside. I can feel a tingling sensation begin to well up inside of me — something that threatens to engulf me as this gorgeous, much older, powerful man strokes his thick cock against my pussy and whispers his filthy promises into my ear
“Soon, angel,” he growls. “Soon I’ll be spreading this little pussy wide, and stretching you open for my cock.” His hand grips my ass tight, cupping me and holding me down on the desk as he strokes his cock with his other hand. My soaking wet panties, sticky and pushed to the side, slip over his cock, making it look even more obscene as I watch his hips drive back and forth, sawing his thick shaft against my slit.
“Soon you’ll know what it feels like to come with the one cock you’ll ever know buried to the hilt inside this tight little slit.”
He moves faster and faster, and when the edges of my world start to blur, I know I’m going to explode at any second.
“I want my seed filling you, angel,” he groans, his cock swelling up even bigger as it leaks his pre-cum all over my pussy. “I want to fill you up so much that it fills your womb and leaks down your thighs. But first, before that,” he growls, his eyes captivating mine as he cups my jaw and lets his lips brush mine.
“But first, I want this sweet, sweet pussy to come for me. I want you to come all over Daddy’s cock, baby girl. Come for Daddy.”
I scream as the tsunami of my orgasm slams through me. I clutch at him, mashing my lips to his and sucking his tongue into my mouth as I feel the hardest, biggest, most intense orgasm of my life absolutely shatter through me.
Damien roars into my mouth, his hand pumping his big dick faster and faster, until suddenly, he explodes. I gasp, feeling his thick, hot, sticky cum spurt against my clit and run down my pussy. He strokes himself again and again, and I look down, moaning, to see thick white ropes of his cum splashing over my belly, and my thighs, and my slit — coating me until I’m absolutely soaked in his seed.
Finally, shaking and trembling against him, I slowly come down from my orgasm. I melt into him, clutching at him for dear life like I might tumble away without him there to hold me up. His arms circle me protectively, and his lips find mine as he kisses me slow and deep.
“I need to get back to the party,” he growls.
My heart sinks a little.
“Oh,” I nod, swallowing the lump that forms in my throat. “Oh, right. Yeah, I guess you need to get back to—”
“So that I can tell everyone to leave,” he whispers into my lips. “So I can tell them to get the fuck out, so that I can have you all to myself.”
I bite my lip, trying to hold back the grin, but I’m not very good at it.
Damien reaches down between us, and I whimper as his fingers stroke over my pussy, slippery from the mess we’ve made. He tugs my panties back into place, and it feels so fucking dirty, and sexy, and wrong in the best way. I can feel his hot cum warm against my skin and soaking into my panties as he tugs them tight to me.
“Keep me there,” he purrs, leaning down and kissing me softly. “I want my cum warm and sticky again your dirty little pussy all night. I want people to smell it on you and know you’re spoken for.”
“Am I?” I breathe out.
“Yes,” he growls possessively. “You are very much spoken for. I don’t know how you got in here, but you’re staying.”
5
Damien
I keep Lyra’s soft, perfect hand in mine as we step back into the party. A few people look, but I honestly couldn’t give a shit. Let them. Let them know that this angel from heaven is mine. Hopefully, the word gets out to some of the jackals who were sniffing around her earlier, before I have to fire them and put them in a grave.
Her hand tugs at mine though, and I turn, my brow furrowing.
“I need to go freshen up,” she says softly.
But I grin and just shake my head. “Uh-uh. I thought I was clear, angel. I want you covered in my seed for the rest of the evening.”
She blushes fiercely, her lip catching between her teeth as she shakes her head. “No, not that,” she blushes again. “I just mean I need to go fix my hair and my makeup. I think I might look like…”
She trails off, but I just hold those gorgeous eyes of hers with mine, a smile teasing my lips.
“Like you just almost got fucked?”
Her face lights up like a red Christmas bulb, but I pull her close, wrapping my arms around her. And when I feel her hands tighten around me as well, and her face bury in my chest, I’m not sure I’ll actually ever be able to let her go.
I do, of course, reluctantly. And not until I’ve pulled her tight to me, tilted her head back with a hand in her hair, and claimed those lips in front of the group of employees clustered around the bar where we’re standing. I slowly pull away, relishing the look of pure happiness on her face before I gently let her go.
“Don’t be long,” I purr, squeezing her hand. “I might have to come find you and make sure no one else is trying to steal you away.”
“Please do,” she whispers breathlessly, before her hand slips from mine, and she’s lost in the crowd.
Holy shit.
Something’s happened to me. Something that I’ve never once looked for, and never expected to ever find has hit me over the head like goddamn brick. And now I’m se
eing stars — stars spelled “L-y-r-a.”
I’ve hardly ever had time for women, what with my work and making this company the machine it is today. The work and the money and the power have always come first, before a pretty face or a nice pair of legs.
…That all completely changed when my little angel stepped into this party, and I know without hesitation that nothing is ever going to be the same again. Nothing in this world will ever be as sweet or as pure if I don’t have her for myself. In the one hour I’ve had her in my world, I’m already seeing clearer than I’ve ever seen. I’m thinking faster, and sharper than ever.
I know what I want, and above all of it — above the job, and the money, and the power, there’s one thing now that shines brighter than the rest.
…It’s her, of course.
She’s barely been gone a minute when I can already feel the anxious need to have her in my arms again. My jaw tenses and my muscles twitch, wanting nothing more and needing nothing more than to have her small, perfect little body pressed to mine - her soft lips opening willingly for me and her tender moan igniting something inside of me.
I turn and nod at the bartender, who passes me what he already knows I want. Scotch. Old, expensive, rich, and smoky. I sip the glass slowly, trying to let the golden liquid mellow my mind, and keep me sane while she’s not by my side.
But I know it’s a losing battle.
Instead, I turn, glancing over the room for my head planner. I wasn’t kidding before. This party is fucking over. And the second I find my guy, I’m making sure every single person here, from distinguished guest to catering waiter is out that damn door in five fucking minutes.
Everyone but me and my Lyra.
I’m still searching the room for the planner when a hand claps me on the back.
“Hey! There he is! Big D!”
I grit my teeth and narrow my eyes at the sound of the voice before I turn and force a plastic smile to my face.
Bill Goddard is the head of Regent Trust, the fund mine is taking over. Bill is also weak and stupid, he drinks too much, and he makes trades that are far too conveniently placed time-wise to be above the level. He’s reckless with his fund’s money, to the point of most certainly engaging in very obvious insider trading that will get the authorities’ attention sooner than later.
His company is decent, which is why I’m buying them into mine. But what Bill doesn’t know is that the minute the contractually obligated grace period is up with the merger, he’s fucking gone. Until then though, regretfully, he’s going to be second in command around here — a thought that sits sour in me and has my teeth clenching tight.
I’d fire him now, or Hell, throw him off a roof after the way I’ve seen him speaking to his staff, or worse, mine. I saw the way he talked to my secretary like she was less than shit, right before he tried to get her to come into his office for a massage.
No, seriously.
Bill is drunk, reeking of booze as he leers in my face, grinning away. I tense my jaw, forcing myself to smile at him. Again, I’d toss him off the fucking balcony, tonight even, but I need him. I need this acquisition to go through and I need the grace period to make the merger final.
And I hate being beholden like this.
“Ready to take on the world, Big D?”
“Don’t call me that,” I growl.
He just chuckles. “You’re the man, D.”
I remind myself for the hundred-thousandth time that committing murder tonight would put a serious hitch on my merger. My temper flares, and I turn away from Bill to scan the room, looking for the one thing I know will bring me back down to earth and keep me sane.
My angel.
She’s been gone too long. Even if it’s barely been five minutes, that’s five minutes that I haven’t had my arm around her, or my hand on her skin, her lips on mine, or the scent of her hair driving me wild as I bury my face in it.
Bill slaps me on the shoulder again, and I snap.
“I have to go,” I growl, barely keeping it together as my eyes scan the crowd over his shoulder.
“Oh, wait, Damien,” he swigs from his drink, clearing his throat. “Hang on, there’s someone I’d like you to-”
I’m already pushing past him though, having spotted my head planner, when Bills fucking hand grabs my arm again.
“Damien, I’d like you to meet my daughter.”
I sigh heavily, narrowing my eyes and squaring my shoulders as I turn back to him to tell him as politely as I can to fuck off.
“Bill, I need to—”
I freeze.
The rest of the room fades away as my eyes lock onto the gorgeous, perfect little angel that Bill’s goddamn arm is wrapped around.
Her.
The girl who’s still got my cum soaking into her panties, who’s sweet little candy pussy I can still taste on my tongue and is literally all I can think about.
…And she’s Bill Goddard’s fucking daughter.
6
Lyra
He stares at me, his jaw tight and his eyes blazing that green fury at me. There’s definitely anger there, but it’s more than just fury.
Hunger.
There’s a fire in that look, and I shiver, knowing something that I’ve never known before: I kindled that fire.
Me.
He knows I tricked him, or at least wasn’t exactly forthcoming in who I was. There’s no pretending that I didn’t know who he was. I mean, of course I did — I was in his office, at his party, in his company headquarters.
My body tightens, my core trembling at the memory of not ten minutes ago — his tongue sliding through my pussy, tasting me and making me shiver and shake like nothing ever has before. I remember the way his big, thick cock felt, pulsing hot and hard on my skin and gliding over my clit.
The way his hands felt on my skin, and the feel of his cum pumping over me.
I can still feel him under my dress — sticky, warm, and wet on my skin. It’s a reminder — a dirty, wicked, sinful reminder of what we’ve just done. But he looks so mad. I think about what he said, how I was his now, and marked and all that, and how he’d be taking me as his own later.
But my heart begins to sink in as I watch his eyes narrow as they dart from me, to Bill, back to me again. No, I tricked him, and a man like Damian Castle doesn’t go for being tricked.
“Your daughter,” he growls, his eyes stopping on me, his look fierce.
“Well, stepdaughter,” Bill chuckles. “Married her mom a few years back. Anyways, I wanted you to meet, since she’s going to be around here for the next month.”
Damien’s brow raises. “Pardon?”
“Yeah, I’d planned for her to intern with Regent Trust over the summer, and since Regent is now part of Castle Capital, well, I guess she’ll be interning here! You know, before she leaves.”
“Leaves?”
Bill nods, slugging back his drink. “Yeah, well you know, she’s headed off to school soon.”
My stomach sinks, and I watch Damien’s jaw twitch.
“Is she now?”
Bill chuckles. “Yep, that she is. Going to study business and make me proud.”
I watch as Damien — the man whose touch and whose filthy, captivating words I can’t get out of my head — nods, still looking right at me.
“So you’re in college.”
“I—”
I want to answer. I want so badly to explain, but Bill beats me to it, and it sounds so much worse coming from him.
“Well, she will be.”
Damien’s jaw twitches again, and this time his eyes dart quickly to Bill.
“What did you just say?” he snaps.
“I said she will be in college. Next month, when she goes in for freshman orientation.”
Damien’s eyes snap back to mine, and this time, they’re full of fire. I want so badly to just jump into his arms and kiss him, and tell him I’m sorry for holding back on what is really actually a pretty big piece of information. He obvious
ly knew I was young, but I’m suddenly thinking he may have just left it at “get out of my office” if he knew I was eighteen young, and less than half his age. And I swear, Bill standing here or not, I’m about to do just that, when suddenly, we’re swarmed by guys in business suits grinning from ear to ear. Guys from Bill’s company and some from Damien’s, all holding drinks and wanting to congratulate the two of them on the merger.
Bill happily obliges of course, taking drinks that are passed his way, but I watch as Damien gives me one last fierce look before he pulls away and ducks into the crowd.
My heart sinks again. The pain of losing that perfect moment in his office sears into me as I turn and make my way through the crowd. Tears sting my eyes a I think of how perfect it felt being in his arms and kissing his lips. And knowing that I’ve messed that up by not being truthful is like a knife to the gut.
I know I should have told him. Being the stepdaughter of the man whose company he’s merging with is one thing. Being inexperienced is one thing. But if he’d known that lack of experience was because I was eighteen, I doubt he’d have had another word to say to me. A man like Damien Castle probably dates models, and actresses, and celebrities — women who know what they’re doing and aren’t going to fumble around like some stupid inexperienced virgin.
I wipe at my eyes. Now that it’s over, I feel like even more of an idiot for going up there tonight to his office and trying to act so much older and more experienced than I actually am. Some of the guys from the bar earlier call out to me, but I’m ignoring them, trying my hardest not to cry as I push through the doors that lead from the main space of Castle Capital into the smaller reception area by the elevators.
I fire off a quick text to Bill letting him know I’m taking a taxi home, even if I’m sure he’s too drunk by now to see it or care. I jam the button for the elevator and squeeze my eyes shut, feeling that horrible sinking feeling creep through me. I think about the man that felt so right earlier, and knowing that I’ve messed that up and that he’ll probably never even talk to me again has the tears about to finally break free.
