Page 40 of Brutal Surrender

“So you like the idea of getting fucked by me all day long,” he says.

“It’s vile,” I spit.

“You sure about that? You came hard on my cock just now.”

“That’s because I’m an mega in heat. If I were a beta or had omega blockers, there’s no way I would want any of this.”

“So you’d rather be raped as a beta than be able to enjoy it as an omega.”

Would that be better? Maybe not. But as an omega, my body is being used against me. My desires are being twisted. His cock, still hard, pulses inside of me. My body perks at the prospect of another orgasm. He senses this.

He withdraws slightly before pressing back in. “Go on. You can ask your daddy to fuck you again.”

My ears burn. I can’t imagine Vincent being a real dad to anyone. It’s a messed-up scenario, and maybe because it’s so wrong, it’s actually turning me on.

Releasing my jaw, finally, he runs his thumb over my lips. “You can tell Daddy. You want another fucking, don’t you?”

Dammit. How is he so in tune with my body?

He presses his thumb into my mouth and parts my lips. “Go on. Beg your daddy.”

My mind recoils.

His voice, thick with sex, speaks to my most primitive desires. “Daddy promises to make his little girl feel really good.”

I groan while my pussy pulses. His cock flexes in response.

I don’t want to beg this man for anything, least of all sex.

Yes you do.

There’s got to be another way.

Just do it.

His hips move, teasing me with the prospect of another amazing climax. I want it.

I surrender. “Please.”

“You need to be specific. What does my baby girl want from Daddy?”

“I want you to fuck me please.”

Withdrawing, he stands up. Did I say it wrong? Was he expecting me to beg more?

He flips me onto my stomach and pulls me onto my knees. My hands are still tied behind me so my shoulders prop up my upper body.

“Beg to be impaled on Daddy’s cock,” he commands.

Fuck you. Fuck your cock. Fuck your age play.

I bet I could say all that if I had my omega blockers. But it wouldn’t be smart of me. He’s capable of making it hurt bad. And he’d still fuck me.

Or not. Given how aroused I am right now, that would be worse.

“I want to be impaled on Daddy’s cock,” I say.

I bet the asshole’s going to make me say it ten times…but he doesn’t. Kneeling behind me, he plunges his shaft into me. It feels delicious. It’s so unfair. My body wants him bad, and he knows it.

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