Page 59 of Bound to the Daddy

It’s the only word I have for it. It’s the same obsession that roils through me, stealing my breath with every movement. I long to drag him closer to me, to feel him pressed against me, but he’s focused on Brody right now.

His taunting words pound in my skull, making my head ache and throb. Unfortunately, my pussy aches even more, dragging my attention back to the needy bundle of nerves twitching at the top. So hot. So needy. So… So… Fuck.

I’ve never wanted someone to fuck me as much as I want Daddy Rex. My heat. That’s got to be what’s to blame, but even as that thought flits through my mind, I know it’s not true.

I can smell the Alphas in the room. So many Alphas. But only one captures my attention. Only one makes me burn from the inside out. I need Daddy Rex like I need air.

“Please,” I whimper, running my hands over my body in a poor attempt at dispelling the needy ache.

“I hear you, sweet girl. You’ll have your relief soon enough.” He turns to me, a devious glint in his eyes. “Stand up for me.”

The moment I rise, he takes the chair away and puts it at the far end of the stage. Soon, his hands are back on my body, touching me, owning me, and driving me absolutely insane. There’s no sense of hesitation, no fumbling—a far cry from the man tied down to the chair in front of me.

“Keep your eyes on Brody. I want you to watch him as I pleasure you.”

First, Daddy Rex cups my breasts through the shirt, dragging a ragged moan from my lips. Then he unbuttons it, one agonizing button after the other. Brody’s eyes bulge from his sockets as he fights the restraints holding him back.

Too little too late. He only wants me because I’m in heat. Where was this desperation when we were dating? Where was this hunger? Given to the whores he cheated on me with, I bet.

Daddy Rex seems to have wanted me from the very beginning. That is, unless I misread everything. Could it be he’s only interested in me because of my heat, too? Suddenly, his scalding caresses feel so cold and distant.

Tears prick my eyes as I try to pull myself from his grasp. “I- I can’t. I-”

“Talk to me, sweet girl,” he purrs against my ear, making my knees nearly buckle.

“You don’t really want me. You’re just like Brody. You’re only desiring me because of my heat.”

He turns me in his arms and looks deep into my eyes. “I have craved you for the last two years. The moment you turned eighteen, something shifted. No longer were you Brody’s little girlfriend. You were the only omega I ever wanted. Besides, I can’t smell you right now, my sweet girl.”

He taps his nose, drawing my attention to his suppressors. Then… he does actually want me? Truly? But it can’t be that simple. There has to be something else.

“Did… did you cause this?” I finally mutter, needing to know the truth before I can move forward. “Did you make me go into heat just so I would want you?” I know he orchestrated the marriage. God knows what else he’s done.

“Hear me now, Stephanie. I have done terrible things to secure you by my side, but I never once tampered with your suppressants. Honestly, I didn’t need to. They’re probably the cheapest you can find.”

“But Brody-”

“The fact that it only took you a week in my presence to go into heat, well… I think that speaks more to the caliber of Alpha more than anything else. Your body responded to me in a way it never did to Brody.”

With a dark smile, he slides his fingers over my pussy, teasing my clit until I’m forced to cry out. “Seems it still does. I’ve never heard you cry out for him like you do me. Shall we show him just how well Daddy can take care of his little girl?”

My mind melts at his filthy words, robbing me of rational thought. Something about his words sparks a memory, but I can’t hold on to it. Not when he touches me like that.

“That’s it, baby. Just relax. Let Daddy take care of you.” His fingers circle the band of my skirt, skimming my skin and setting me on fire.

With deft movements, he pulls it down, leaving me naked in front of the crowd. I should care. I should want to cover up. Somehow, I don’t actually give a fuck.

“Now then, go lay down on the bed, baby, and spread your legs open wide. I don’t want Brody to miss one second of his education. You can be my brave girl, can’t you? Show him exactly what he got wrong?”

I can’t resist him when he talks to me like that. Nodding, I move toward the bed, but his hand snakes out to grab my wrist.

“Use your words, baby girl.”

“I- I can do that.”

“Don’t worry, my sweet little omega. I’ll have you screaming, Daddy, soon enough.”

My legs wobble as I shuffle over to the bed. It’s all wrong. Everything is wrong. That itch under my skin returns as I smooth the sheets. At least now I know it’s my heat and not that I’m sick. Small mercies, I suppose.

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