Page 127 of Tyrant (The Villetti Chronicles)

When he slipped a fourth finger inside me alongside the dildo, I cried out from the intensity. The low rumble of approval from his chest let me know I was being good for him. He’d told me he wanted to give me something to scream about.

Zayn let me adjust to the stretch before he moved his fingers. My breathing became erratic with each thrust, my body vibrating with the pleasurable pain. Not all pain was made equal or bad. I’d come to discover I craved the kind Zayn gave me. It made me feel good.

“Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want daddy’s cock?” he almost growled from behind me.

“Please.”

He pulled everything from me, leaving my pussy empty and clenching around nothing. He set the dildo on the counter. I heard the distinct sound of his zip being undone. It only made me tremble in anticipation. He gripped my hip and pressed inside me a minute later. I let out a sigh. There was nothing better than this, than his body inside mine. Nothing could ever replace this man for me, nor the intimacy we shared between us.

“Your eager little pussy knows who she belongs to. Me. I own you.”

I bit my lip. No one else could get away with saying those things to me. I wanted to be owned by Zayn. To be his little pet. His partner. I owned him right back. He was mine too.

He fucked me with deep, long strokes for a few minutes, letting me feel every inch of him. Then he picked up the dildo and pressed it to my entrance next to his cock. I didn’t tense, knowing staying relaxed was key. My fingers were still working on my clit to help me take it.

“Ready?”

“Yes, daddy.”

I didn’t know if I was, but there was nothing more I could do to prepare myself. The moment he pressed the dildo into me, forcing it inside my pussy alongside his dick, I let out a pained moan. It was so fucking intense. The pressure. The stretch. Everything. It took me a few seconds to catch my breath. He held himself and the dildo still, allowing me time to tell him to stop.

“Tink, you need to tell me if you’re okay,” he said after a moment, his voice coming out all gruff like this was also making him as crazy as me. “I need to know you’re good.”

I let out a long breath. It wasn’t half as bad as I thought it was going to be. His careful preparation made it easier.

“I’m okay. It’s not too much. I can take it.”

He exhaled deeply. Then he pressed the dildo deeper. I shifted with the sensation, but it didn’t make me tell him I’d had enough. With him, I wasn’t sure it would ever be enough. I wanted all of him and more.

“Fuck,” he ground out through his teeth, moving inside me again.

I whimpered as he fucked me. The intensity morphed into something else after a few minutes. I hadn’t fought against it, so my mind and body were at one with each other, melting into a painful sort of euphoria. It was everything and nothing like I anticipated. And I loved every second of it.

“Daddy, fuck… fuck me,” I cried out, my nails of my free hand digging into my palm. “Fuck me harder.”

It built deep inside me, the need for a release, to come apart under his brutal pounding. He wasn’t being gentle any longer. He held the dildo inside me while he fucked me without restraint. I was so blissed out, I didn’t care. I wanted him to use me for his pleasure. It only fed mine.

My fingers worked faster on my clit. I was so close. The edge of the cliff approached, and I was ready to dive off.

“Can I come, daddy… please?”

My voice was high-pitched and needy, so wanton. I’d never asked for permission before today. I needed it because I’d been a bad girl.

“Do it, come on daddy’s cock.”

The freefall into oblivion was all-encompassing. It was a sense of freedom I’d never experienced before. Of giving into something I didn’t know I needed until now. I climaxed so hard, I nearly lost consciousness. The physical exertion was almost too much. I had to grip the counter with both hands to keep upright, my legs threatening to turn into jelly when I came down.

Zayn ripped the dildo from my body, chucking it on the counter. Then he fucked me like a man possessed, his fingers digging into my hips with an almost vicious grip. The low rumble of pleasure erupting from his mouth with his own climax had me melting on the counter, utterly helpless against him. He fell forward, planting both hands on the counter as his front pressed against my back. I could feel his laboured breathing with each breath I took. We were both completely undone.

It was a long while before either of us regained our equilibrium. Zayn stroked my fingers with his own, soothing my ravaged body.

“My good girl, you took it so well,” he murmured in my ear before pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Such a good little fairy. My queen.”

I preened under his praise. It was my reward for doing everything he asked of me.

When our breathing evened out, he pulled out of me. We spent the next few minutes cleaning up and setting ourselves back to rights. He tucked a hand around my neck and pressed my face to his chest as he wrapped his other arm around me. Zayn kissed the top of my head, giving me the affection I needed.

“Daddy.”

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