Page 54 of In Too Deep

I squeeze my eyes shut against the words, trying to hold on to my crumbling resolve against the barrage of praise. But I can’t help whimpering again, a smaller noise, desperate even to my own ears. I’m aching all over, but I won’t give in. I can’t give up now that I’ve started this. The vibrator is back, lower than before, but pressing firmly and directly over my throbbing clit. I’m panting in no time, release just out of reach. This time, I can feel Logan’s weight against my hips as he leans forward over me.

“You want to come so bad, don’t you, baby girl?” Logan whispers, apple cider breath against my cheek.

Refusing to look at him, I nod. I know if I do, I’ll lose my will to fight, and I can’t do that.

“You’ve been so strong taking your punishment. One word, and it’s over. I just need to hear one word, and it’s over, okay? Can you do that for Daddy?”

His hand shifts, turning up the vibrator slowly until it reaches max power. I’m shaking, my ribs tight as they try to contain mygalloping heart. My mind goes blank, like I’m partially detaching from my physical body, and suddenly, things are so much simpler. I can’t remember why I was fighting, or why I wasn’t obeying my Daddy. He’s just trying to teach me how to be his good girl. And I can do that for him.

I turn my head toward his breathing, my lids heavy, but I manage to open them halfway to find Logan’s face inches from mine. His emerald eyes are dark but focused entirely on me. There’s no anger there, and that lets me relax fully under his weight.

“Please, Daddy,” I mutter, the words slightly slurred.

Logan’s purr rattles my teeth, his smile bright and proud even as his arm shifts for a moment, sliding the head of the vibrator under the side of my panties to press against my skin for the first time in what feels like years. My orgasm has been simmering right below my skin for so long that it takes mere seconds and then the levees burst. The pleasure goes on and on, my body twitching and spasming as one climax rolls seamlessly into a second before the euphoria becomes painful. I whine, tongue too big to form words, and thankfully Logan pulls away at last.

“Such a good girl. My pretty baby girl, so good at asking Daddy nicely. And Daddy took care of you, didn’t he?” Logan murmurs as he leans in and kisses my face all over, brushing my hair back.

I nod. “Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy,” I babble, the wires in my brain crossed.

He purrs again, some part of his body touching me even as he moves back to undo the cuffs and massage feeling back into my limbs. He eases me onto my belly, sliding off my ruined panties as he goes, the cool air of the room brushing against my swollen pussy and making me gasp. I’m still floating as he gathers me in his arms and helps me toward the head of the bed, his hands grazing up and down my arms as he holds me. I shift slightly,realizing with a jolt that he’s naked now, the cool metal of his Jacob’s Ladder pressing into my leg.

“Do you still want to fuck me, Daddy?” I ask as I look up at him with wide eyes, not sure where the words are coming from, but speaking them feels right somehow.

Logan’s smile is warm as he gazes down at me, his lips brushing mine briefly before he pulls back to rest his forehead on mine.

“I do, precious. Can you show me how you ask for Daddy’s cock?”

I nod eagerly, rolling onto my side so I can hook my leg up over his hips. Logan helps me move closer to him, and his cock bobs as it sits poised at my entrance.

“Please fuck me, Daddy,” I whisper, reaching up to stroke his stubbly cheek with my fingertips.

Logan smiles at my touch, turning his face to take one of my fingers between his lips, nibbling slightly even as he reaches down to position his cock at my soaked opening before his hips push forward. I gasp and my head lolls back, leaving my throat open for Logan to kiss and lick as he works his way into my channel, inch by breathtaking inch. His piercings rake against my walls, making every thrust and retreat that much more intense. When he bottoms out, he pauses, capturing my lips with his as his hands find my ass cheeks and take a firm hold to help me move with him. Running my hands up and down his sculpted chest, I marvel at the softness of his skin over such hard muscles. He takes his time, building me up slow and steady until I’m aching for more.

“Daddy, please, fuck me harder,” I whine into our kiss, nails scratching at his arms.

Logan growls, his mouth quirking up in a devious smirk. I almost burst into tears when he pulls away, only to gasp again as he manhandles me with ease. Eventually, he pulls me intohim, my back pressed against his chest, his cock between my ass cheeks as he rolls his hips, teasing me again.

“Have you ever taken a cock in your ass, baby girl?” he purrs into my ear, one arm snaking to band around my chest.

It takes me a minute to think, and I’m about to shake my head when I have to pause. When I’d been in the heat clinic all those years ago, I didn’t want Spencer’s knot anywhere except my pussy. But when I’d gone into that pseudo-heat, Oli, Eli, and I did all manner of wild things, most of which I don’t remember. But I do remember, and quite vividly, begging to be stuffed full of alpha cock and then having my wish granted. My chest and face are lava hot as I nod before tucking my chin in embarrassment.

Logan hums his satisfaction. “Such a naughty girl, aren’t you? Not today, but someday I’m going to take you there, too. Maybe while one of your boys has you stuffed with his knot here,” he says, his hand slipping between my thighs to hook a finger into my pussy.

I whimper at his touch and the mental image of him having his filthy way with me with the assistance of any of the others. My core pulses, and I moan, pushing back against him as best as I can. Logan’s hips shift, and his cock finds its way through my soaked thighs, running along my slit without penetrating at first. But then his fingers find my clit as his cock thrusts up into me again.

“Holy shit!” I yelp, my eyes rolling back in my head.

This new angle puts the stainless-steel balls right on my G-spot, and each thrust makes me see stars. It’s not long until I’m on the edge, but this time, there’s no teasing. Just the relentless pounding of his hips into me, not leaving any room for coherent thoughts, let alone words. I go slack in his arms as the release rolls over me like a thunderhead, my whole body shaking with overwhelming pleasure.

“That’s my girl. Squeeze my cock just like that. Fuck, that feels so good, doesn’t it? Coming all over your Daddy’s cock?” Logan pants, rolling me over onto my belly to fuck me somehow even deeper than before.

I can only let out a strangled sob, trying to breathe through the overwhelming sensations. My hands scramble for something to cling to as my body gives up another orgasm without ever coming down from the first. Beneath me, my blankets are damp with my slick and our combined sweat, and the room smells like sugar and spice and sex. I’ve never felt this level of hedonism before, like I’m just a vessel for whatever pleasure the alpha on top of me wants to give.

“Who am I?” Logan growls in my ear, his hips losing some of their steady rhythm.

“Daddy!” I scream. My vision goes white as he thrusts hard and deep.

“And who are you?”

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