Page 82 of Caged in Desire
“Yes, Daddy.”
His eyes roll back, eyelids fluttering with pleasure as he squeezes my hips. When his gaze meets mine again, it’s playful, and I find myself excited for the pleasure I’m about to receive. Even with a dying audience in an uncomfortable room, being in Henry Sinclair’s arms is worth any price.
“On your knees, Kitten. Help Daddy get his cock wet,” he purrs, and I swear I can already feel my wetness threatening to slide down my thighs. I love it when he’s bossy, and tonight, he’s getting whatever he wants.
Sliding to rest between his knees, he stops me before I touch the ground. Unbuttoning his shirt, slowly, and dropping his cuff links to the floor, I revel in the sight that’s displayed for me. It doesn’t matter how many times I see his defined shoulders, dark chest hair, muscular waist…the view never gets old. He crumples his shirt and places it on the floor for me to kneel on, removing his belt to make my job easier. I make quick work of getting his hard cock out of his pants, immediately licking up the precum that’s dribbling from the tip and getting to work.
“Fuck. I’ll never get over your mouth, little girl. You know exactly how Daddy likes his cock sucked, don’t you?” he says. I pull off his dick to spit on it, saliva leaving a trail from my tongue to his tip when I lean back. I continue to work him, but he stops my hand before I can play with his balls.
“If you make me come down your throat, I’ll be very upset with you, Kitten,” he warns, and I lick around his crown before murmuring into his tip.
“Sorry, Daddy.”
That’s all it takes for him to snap, taking control and fucking my throat deeply as I moan around him, gagging every few thrusts, which seems to spur him on.
“Such a thirsty girl, loving my cock down her throat like this. My good fucking girl.”
I moan louder, knees wide and searching for any friction at all on my clit before he stops and pulls me up into his lap, straddling him again but facing away from him. He pulls me flush against him with one big hand around my throat, and squeezes.
“Look at my cock, Kitten. If I hadn’t already been inside you, I’m not sure I’d believe it’s going to fit,” he says, voice raspier now, before nibbling behind my ear.
I look down, and he’s right, sitting on him with his dick standing proudly against my stomach, it almost reaches my breasts. It’s definitely past my belly button. I clench around nothing, knowing exactly how good it feels when he fills me. Wiggling my hips, I rub my clit against him, desperate for anything at all.
“Mmm, yes, that’s my sweet little wife, taking anything she can get. You’re just desperate to be filled, aren’t you? It hurt so much when you were learning to take me, and now look at you. Always ready for me. Go ahead, Katarina. Take what’s yours.”
I’m lifted and placed on his cock, whining at the stretch like always. It’s too much and not enough all at once, and I brace my feet on his thighs to bounce. Throwing my head back, I ride, his hands on my waist holding me steady.
“What a sweet girl, milking my cock. You always spread so perfectly for me, Kitten. Your little body shouldn’t be able to take all of me, but you do, because you love me, hmm? You take the pain for me. Such a good girl,” he growls into my neck before biting, and I yelp, falling back against him.
He takes the chance to take over, thrusting up with my legs held wide over his forearms. He’s hitting the perfect spot inside to make me detonate, and it’s only a matter of time.
“Fuck yes, that’s my girl. Tell me what you want. You know I’ll give it to you.”
“I want your cum! Please, Daddy.” I sob, shaking with the pleasure that’s on the brink of hitting me head-on.
“Where do you want it?”
“Inside me!” I scream as I come, clenching around his girth and shaking with pleasure. I let myself collapse entirely into him, knowing that he can hold me up and use me without any strain.
“That’s right, Kitten. You want me to come inside, don’t you? You’re the only woman who’s ever gotten it there, and the only one who ever will. Look at me, Katarina,” he says.
I turn, eyes glassy, to try to focus on him above me.
“You want my cum to make me a baby, don’t you? I know you do, darling. You’re the only one who’s ever deserved it. Such a good girl, letting me use you like this because you love me.Fuck. You can have it. You’ve earned it. I love you too,” he whispers the last part, just for me, as he groans and fills me, staying as deep as he can. Holding me tightly, he lifts me just enough to turn me to face him, holding me up to watch some of his cum leak out before plugging me back up with his still hard length.
I’m hoping we can go to bed soon because I’m so, so tired. But his voice is serious again, and when I look up there’s desperation in his eyes. .
“I need all of you, Katarina. Please say yes. Please,” he begs, and I know what he’s asking for. We’ve been working on it, and he always speaks of it with such reverence, knowing and owning every part of me.
I nod, and he pulls a small bottle out of the pants he’s still wearing. Prepping me with his fingers first, I whine at the losswhen he lifts me off his dick, then moan at the sensation of him positioning his head at my other entrance. A pinch of pain and then he’s inside me, the final piece of me claimed as Henry Sinclair’s.
This time, he’s slower, barely advancing with each thrust, and the sensation is so overwhelming that I can feel myself shaking.
“Darling, it’s okay. You’re doing so well. Look at me, Katarina,” he whispers.
I do, and I see that I’m not the only one with tears in my eyes. His ferality is gone, replaced with tenderness as he sinks deeper and deeper inside me. The rage he was filled with earlier has subsided, and all that’s left is the man I adore.
“I’m yours,” I say, and his eyes close as he breathes out a heavy sob. Pressing kisses from his temple down underneath his ear, across his jaw, then capturing his lips, I feel him approaching his breaking point.
