Page 1 of Bound to the Daddy

CHAPTER 1

STEPHANIE

“Fuck.” The guttural groan washes down my spine, sending tingles through my clit.

My pussy tightens as a majestic Alpha growl rips from Brody’s throat and floods the room. His fingers curl into my hair, gripping me, giving me a bite of pain that never fails to make slick drip from me and slide down my inner thighs. I open my mouth a bit wider so I can take even more of him deep into my throat.

“That’s it,” he rasps, jutting his hips up, driving his massive cock deeper into me. “Almost there. Fuck Steph. Fuck. Keep going. Deeper. Fuck. Me.” His command ends with a long, drawn-out moan.

Honestly, it’s my favorite way of hearing my name said. That deep, husky, can’t control myself, sloppy utterance. Pulling back, I lock eyes with him, smirking as I drag the tip of my tongue from his swelling knot to the tip, lapping up his bitter precum.

His cock jerks as his eyes nearly cross. It’s a power I’ve learned to harness. Seeing him nearly incoherent from what I do gives me a thrill like none other. With another smile, I part my lips and wrap them around his tip before sucking hard.

“Jesus, Steph,” he barks out. “You’re going to make me cum if you keep doing that.”

I pull back and plant my hands on my hips. “Well, that is the idea, isn’t it?”

Get him off nice and good, so he’ll want nothing more than to return the favor. I can only hope he’s enjoying it as much as he’s letting on. Shoving those thoughts out of my head, I relax my jaw and open my mouth as wide as I can before sliding back down his shaft.

Saliva drips down his soft skin, easing my movements as I pump up and down. Despite the fact that he doesn’t get me off more often than not, I can’t deny I truly enjoy the act of giving. It turns me on like nothing else. With a satisfied hum buzzing in the back of my throat, I send the vibrations around his tip as he bumps up against my tonsils.

Nausea swirls in my gut, but I press on, rocking my head up and down. I slip my left thumb into my fist and squeeze hard, helping my gag reflex a touch. It’s not that I can’t take something touching the back of my throat. It’s more that his girth makes things a bit more difficult.

Anytime I pleasure him this way, I have to concentrate. Alphas are just so big, so overwhelmingly large. If I’m not careful, I can graze him with my teeth or choke. Even now, my breath comes in shallow gasps as I do my best to inhale every time I come up.

When he’s that far in, I can’t really get enough oxygen. My equilibrium tilts as I become a bit more lightheaded. But he doesn’t seem to notice or even care. His hands are back in my hair, guiding my movements as he uses me as a living, breathing, masturbatory device.

And honestly, it’s how I like it.

While I’m on my knees with his cock in my mouth, I can’t think about my lousy job, or the fact that it’s getting harder andharder each month to pay rent or even buy groceries. In this space, I’m a courtesan, a sex toy, and I’m very good at my job.

At least that’s what Brody’s moans tell me. His words never do. And so I have to go by how his body writhes at my touch, how his voice gets all quavery and whiny, and how his fingers grab me in such a possessive way.

“Yes,” he hisses, holding my head down as his knot begins to swell. “Fuck me, yes!”

There’s no way in hell I can fit that monstrosity in my mouth. Wrapping my fingers around the girthy knot, I squeeze and release, mimicking how I think my pussy would feel wrapped around him. Not that I would know.

Apparently knotting is a wifey privilege. Until, or rather,if, the government puts us together, it’s all penetration and no knotting. Which is a ridiculous hill to die on, but I’ll never force him to do something he doesn’t want to do.

With another set of squeeze and releases, I hold my breath and brace as his cum shoots into my mouth and down my throat. It’s hot, bitter, but wholly addicting. A rush of satisfaction flutters down my spine and clenches deep in my pussy.

His satisfied roar as he pours himself down my throat reaffirms his pleasure and thus heightens my own. My body tingles as I swallow him up, lapping at every drop so I don’t waste even a single one. Perhaps there’s help programs for people like me addicted to Alphas.

Or maybe it’s just me. Maybe I’m just hard-wired to want a massive cock shoved in any hole it desires. But I know other omegas who can take it or leave it... So it’s probably just me. No one else I know seems to have such a massive appetite.

Lifting from his deflating cock, I wipe my lips and give him a smirk. “Okay. My turn.”

“Ahhh, babe. I can’t. I wish I could. But I have a thing down at the Digital Currency Commission.”

I sit back on my heels and frown. “But didn’t you already have a meeting with the DCC yesterday?”

He gets up and starts grabbing his clothes from the closet. “Yesterday was about a new type of digital currency they were hoping to unveil. Today is streamlining the process. You know how it is. But hey,” he shoots me a finger gun. “That was awesome. Just what I needed to get my head on straight.”

“I... I suppose.”

“Look,” he leans over and kisses my cheek. “I’ll get you next time. You know I’m good for it.”

A weary sigh drifts from my lips as I root around in the bed for my clothes. I hate that he’s right. I hate that he’s so fucking good at what he does that I salivate at the mere thought of him putting his head between my thighs.

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