Sylvies POV

"Mmph," I muffled my yawn against the pillow, feeling the soft warmth of Alex's body next to mine. The digital clock on the nightstand blinked 5:45 AM, way too early for my taste. But the urge was stronger than my need for sleep. I had to see him. I gently slid out of bed, careful not to wake Alex. He slept like a log, oblivious to my movements. I threw on a simple T-shirt and shorts, tiptoeing down the hallway to the room where Damien, our new housemate, was [staying.

My heart pounded as I reached his door, a mix of excitement and nerves. The early morning light barely peeked through the crack at the bottom, casting a thin line of gold across the floor. I pushed the door open, and the room was bathed in a soft, mysterious glow. The scent of musky cologne filled the air as my eyes adjusted to the dimness. Damien's form was sprawled out on the bed, the blanket thrown haphazardly over his waist, revealing his broad, muscled chest. He looked like a god in repose, all dark skin and sculpted abs.

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I climbed onto the bed, straddling him like a tigress staking her claim. He stirred beneath me, a low groan escaping his lips as my hand found his face, guiding him to kiss me. His arms snaked around my waist, pulling me down with surprising ****. His teeth grazed my bottom lip, sending a shiver down my spine, and he whispered, "You're such a needy slut, Syl." I didn't protest. It was true. I craved him in a way that was almost animalistic.

He rolled me onto my back, his body pinning me to the mattress. The fabric of his boxers brushed against my skin, the heat of him searing me, making me wet with anticipation. His eyes gleamed with a mix of hunger and amusement as he said, "You want more, don't you?"

"Yes," I breathed, my voice a needy whisper.

Damien's smirk grew wider, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief. "Good," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against my skin. He kissed me again, harder this time, his tongue delving into my mouth and tasting me. His hands roamed my body, mapping every curve and dip with possessive confidence.

"But," he said, pulling back, a glint in his eye, "you're going to have to wait." He climbed out of bed, his muscles flexing as he stretched. "Alex and I have plans today. We're going to whip that ass of his into shape, and then we've got a garage to clean." He tossed me a look over his shoulder, a playful smack landing on my thigh. "If you want another taste of this," he gestured to his now-firm erection, "you'll have to wait until later."

The disappointment washed over me, but the excitement of what the day might hold kept me from pouting too much. I slid off the bed, trying to ignore the ache between my legs. "Fine," I said with a grin, "you two have fun playing house husband."

Damien chuckled, grabbing his shirt from the floor and pulling it over his head. "We'll be sure to save some energy for you tonight, baby." His tone was teasing, but there was a promise in his eyes that made me shiver with desire.

Alex stirred in the bed, his eyes blinking sleepily. "What's going on?" he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

"I just came to say goodbye," I whispered, leaning down to kiss him. "Damien and I had a little...chat."

Alex's eyes widened slightly, but then a knowing smile spread across his face. "Oh, really?" He sat up, stretching, and I couldn't help but admire his toned chest. "What's on the agenda for today?"

"Well," I said, running a hand through his hair, "you two are going to have your manly day together, and I'm going to meet up with Emily."

Alex's smile grew, and he leaned in for a kiss, his arms wrapping around my waist. "I love you," he murmured against my lips.

"I love you too," I whispered back, feeling the warmth of his breath against my skin. "But now, I've got to go. Emily's waiting for me."

Alex nodded, a hint of understanding in his gaze. "Alright," he said, his voice a soft rumble. "Tell her I said hi."

With one last kiss, I pulled away from him and slipped out of the room, the floorboards barely creaking under my weight. I felt a thrill of excitement as I thought about the day ahead. Damien had made it clear that he had big plans for Alex, and I couldn't wait to hear all about it later. Plus, a day out with Emily was just what I needed to clear my head and get some fresh air.

I found her waiting for me at the end of the driveway, her blonde hair shimmering in the early morning sun like a halo. She raised an eyebrow as I approached, her green eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Well, well," she said, her voice low and teasing, "you look like you've been up to something."

"Shut up, Em," I said, swatting at her playfully. She laughed, a sound like tinkling bells, and linked her arm through mine as we started down the street.

The air outside was cool and fresh, the kind of morning that made you feel alive. We walked to the local coffee shop, the one with the couches in the window where we could watch the world wake up together. Inside, the smell of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the sweetness of baked goods. The barista, a cute girl with a nose ring, gave me a knowing look as she handed over our usuals: a caramel macchiato for me and a black coffee for Emily. She knew our routine.

Emily took a sip of her coffee, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "So, how's it going with Daddy?" she asked, her voice low and sultry.

I blushed, taking a moment to collect my thoughts. "It's... intense," I admitted, taking a sip of my macchiato. "But in a good way."

Emily's eyes searched mine, a hint of something darker in their depths. "You know," she began, her voice a velvety whisper, "the first time he had me, I thought I was going to die from the pleasure." She took a deep breath, her cheeks flushing pink. "It was like nothing I've ever felt before. He just... claimed me. Made me his. And watching you two together? It's like I've been set free."

Her words hung in the air between us, a confession of a shared secret that had been festering since the night everything changed. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy mixed with arousal at the thought of her being taken by Damien. She saw the look on my face and grinned, leaning closer. "You should've seen it, Syl," she whispered, her eyes sparkling. "The way he took me, so rough and possessive. And then watching him with you... it was like he owned us both. I felt so alive."

My cheeks burned as I took a sip of my macchiato, the sweetness of the caramel contrasting sharply with the bitter taste of the conversation. "I know," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. "It's... intense."

Emily's grin grew wider, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "It is," she agreed, her voice thick with the memory. "But you know what? It's also incredibly hot."

I nodded, my eyes locked with hers as we shared an unspoken understanding. "Yeah," I murmured, taking another sip of my macchiato, "it really is."

Emily's smile grew wicked. "So, speaking of intense," she began, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "have you picked your wedding dress yet?"

I blinked, my mind racing. "What? No, I..." The thought had barely crossed my mind amidst all the chaos. "I haven't even started looking."

Emily's eyes lit up like Christmas morning. "Well, then we're going shopping," she announced, setting her coffee down with a thunk. "You can't just waltz into this marriage without the perfect dress, and I have a feeling you'll need something... special for Damien's too."

I couldn't argue with that logic. "Alright," I said, a hint of excitement in my voice. "But what about Alex?"

Emily's smile grew wicked, and she leaned back in her chair, her eyes dancing with mischief. "Alex," she said, her voice a purr, "is perfect for other things."

"What do you mean?" I asked, my heart racing a bit.

Emily leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "You know, Syl. Alex is sweet, but let's face it, a shrimp dick like his is good for one thing and one thing only." She took a sip of her coffee, her eyes never leaving mine. "Money. And let's be real, when it comes to the bedroom, a real man is what you need."

The barista looked over at us, and I felt a flush creep up my neck, but Emily either didn't notice or didn't care. She was in her element, spinning her web of seduction and manipulation. "And by real man," she continued, "I mean someone like Damien. A strong, black man who can fill you up the way you really crave."

I took a deep breath, trying to ignore the way my body reacted to her words. "Em, you know Alex is my fiance, " I said, trying to keep the defensiveness out of my voice.

"Oh, I know, I know," she waved a hand dismissively. "But let's not kid ourselves, Syl. We both know who the real man in the house is." She took a long sip of her coffee, watching me over the rim. "You can keep your little white boy toy for show, but when it comes to the real deal, it's all about the chocolate."

Her words stung, but there was a part of me that couldn't deny the truth in them. Damien was... different. He was a **** of nature, a dominating presence that I had never experienced with Alex. With every encounter, I felt more and more drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. "But Alex loves me," I protested weakly, my voice barely above a murmur.

Emily just laughed, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "And that's sweet, Syl," she said, her voice patronizing. "But love doesn't fill you up like a real cock does. Trust me, I know."

I felt a flash of anger at her words, but she just kept going. "Look at you, all flustered. You know it's true. Alex is like a cuddly teddy bear, all sweet and soft, but when it comes to the bedroom, you need someone who can give it to you like you need it. Someone with... stamina." She took another sip of her coffee, her eyes never leaving mine. "And let's be real, honey, black men have that in spades."

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, not wanting to admit the truth in what she was saying. But the way my body reacted to Damien, the way I craved his touch, it was undeniable. "Emily," I began, my voice tight, "that's not fair."

"Fair?" she scoffed, setting her coffee down. "Life isn't fair, Syl. It's about survival of the fittest. And when it comes to the bedroom, black men are the fittest." She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "You know it. I know it. And deep down, every woman wants it."

Her words sent a jolt through me, a mix of anger and arousal. "That's so racist, Em," I hissed, trying to keep my voice down.

Emily just shrugged, her eyes gleaming. "It's just biology, babe. Black guys have the biggest dicks, the best rhythm, the most stamina. It's like Mother Nature designed them for this shit." She leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs and taking a sip of her coffee. "You should see the look on a white boy's face when he sees me with one," she said with a wicked smile. "It's like watching a kitten discover a new toy. They're so fucking clueless."

Ignoring the barista's judgmental stare, I took a deep breath and finished my macchiato, the sweetness now leaving a bitter aftertaste. I couldn't argue with Emily's logic, not when I felt myself growing wet at the mere mention of Damien's touch. The thought of him taking Alex and me, claiming us both as his own, was intoxicating. It was a dangerous game we were playing, but one I couldn't help but want to explore further.

"Fine," I said, setting my empty cup down with a clink. "Let's go shopping."

Emily's eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store, and she grabbed my hand, pulling me out of the coffee shop. The crisp morning air slapped me in the face, bringing me back to reality, but the heat between my legs remained, a constant reminder of my conversation with Damien and the thoughts of what was to come.

The wedding dress shop was a whirlwind of satin and lace, with dresses that looked like they'd been plucked from a fairytale. Emily was in her element, flitting from rack to rack, tossing dresses at me like confetti. "This one," she'd say, holding up a confection of tulle and pearls. "You'd look like a fucking goddess in this."

But all I could think about was Damien. The way his arms had felt around my waist, the way his teeth had grazed my lip. The way he'd made me feel like I was the only woman in the world. I felt no guilt as I let myself be swept away by the fantasy of him, even though Alex was waiting for me back home, oblivious to my infidelity. In my heart, I knew that this was what I needed. Alex was sweet, but he was a cuck, and that's all he'd ever be. He didn't have the power to satisfy me the way Damien did.

Emily's words echoed in my mind as I slipped into the first dress, a simple A-line that made me feel like a bride. But it was when I caught my reflection in the mirror, with the early morning light playing off the fabric, that I realized it wasn't enough. I needed something that screamed "I belong to a real man," something that would make Damien's eyes go dark with desire when he saw me.

"Em, this isn't... I don't know," I murmured, fidgeting with the lace.

"What?" she demanded, her eyes narrowing. "What's wrong with it?"

I took a deep breath, my heart racing. "It's not... it's not what I want."

Emily's expression softened as she stepped closer to me, her eyes searching mine in the mirror. "What do you want, Syl?" she asked gently. "Tell me, and I'll make it happen."

I swallowed hard, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. "I want something... more," I whispered. "Something that makes me feel like I'm Damien's."

Emily's eyes lit up, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Oh, honey," she said, her voice like honeyed poison, "we can definitely find you something like that." She turned to the saleswoman, a stern look on her face. "We need something... special. Something that says 'I'm a black man's bride'."

The saleswoman, a petite brunette with a tight smile, nodded stiffly, clearly uncomfortable with the turn in our conversation. She disappeared into the back, returning with a garment bag that seemed to hold the weight of all my darkest desires. Emily unzipped it with a flourish, revealing a dress that was anything but traditional. It was a vision of scarlet and black lace, a gothic dream that screamed submission and power. The corset top hugged my curves like a second skin, pushing my breasts up until they threatened to spill over the top. The skirt was a swirl of tattered fabric that would leave nothing to the imagination.

"Perfect," Emily murmured, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "This will make Damien's mouth water."

I stepped into the dress, the cool fabric sending shivers down my spine. The saleswoman helped me into it, her movements efficient and quick. As the dress hugged my body, I could feel the change in the air, the power of the garment seeping into my pores. It was like slipping into a second skin, one that whispered promises of passion and dominance. The lace felt like a lover's touch, the red a declaration of war against my previous innocence.

"You're going to need something for your hair," Emily mused, her eyes tracing the curve of my neck, the fabric barely restraining my heaving chest. "Something that says 'I'm ready to be claimed.'"

I nodded, unable to find the words to express how the dress made me feel. It was as if the very essence of Damien's dominance had been woven into the fabric. The dress was like a declaration of war on the innocence I had clung to so desperately.

Emily's eyes sparkled as she led me to the accessories section. She picked out a headpiece of black lace and red roses, placing it delicately on my head. The thorns dug gently into my skin, a reminder of the passionate thorns of our relationship. The saleswoman's eyes grew wider as she took in the transformation. She was clearly not used to customers like us, but she kept her mouth shut, her hands moving quickly and efficiently as she helped us.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, hardly recognizing the woman before me. The dress hugged every curve of my body, leaving nothing to the imagination. The red and black lace was like a siren's call, a declaration of my new status as Damien's property. The thigh-high slit whispered of the darkness I had embraced, the secrets I now held.

"Oh, Syl," Emily breathed, her eyes glinting with excitement. "You look... incredible."

I couldn't help but feel a surge of power as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. The dress was a masterpiece of seduction, a declaration of my submission to Damien's dominance. It was everything I never knew I wanted, and more. The red lace clung to me like a lover's embrace, the thigh-high slit leaving little to the imagination. The headpiece of black lace and red roses crowned me, the thorns a delicate reminder of the passionate thorns that now bound me to him.

"It's perfect," I murmured, turning to face Emily.

Her eyes widened with approval. "It really is," she said, her voice hushed with awe. "You're going to drive both of them wild."

With trembling fingers, I reached for the tag, checking the price. It was more than I had ever paid for a dress, but in that moment, it felt worth it. This wasn't just a dress; it was an emblem of my new life, a symbol of the fiery passion that now consumed me. I handed over my credit card, my heart racing as the saleswoman rang it up. The dress was mine ready for my wedding

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](http://day.As) we left the shop, the early morning light had turned into a soft, warm glow. Emily and I walked back to the house, our conversation a mix of wedding plans and sly innuendos about what the evening might hold. My skin felt electrified with anticipation. The simple act of wearing the dress earlier was like carrying a secret treasure, something precious and forbidden.

When we arrived home, the quiet was a stark contrast to the vibrant energy of the street. The door creaked open, and I stepped into the cool embrace of our home. Emily trailed behind me, her heels clacking against the hardwood floor. The smell of sweat and testosterone filled the air, and I knew without looking that Damien was there. I followed the sound of grunts and the rhythmic thumping to the living room.

There he was, in all his glory, his powerful body moving up and down in a display of strength and endurance. His muscles rippled with each push-up, sweat glistening in the light that streamed through the windows. He was a vision of raw, unbridled masculinity. And there was Alex, sprawled out on the couch, his face flushed and his breathing shallow. It was clear he had been pushed to his limits and then some.

Damien's eyes met mine as we entered, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Looks like I'm going to get both my whores tonight," he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. The words sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt a strange mix of embarrassment and arousal. The room was charged with tension, a palpable electricity that made the air crackle. Alex's sleeping body sprawled across the sofa.

Emily stepped closer to Damien, her eyes never leaving his. "I've been waiting for this," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. She reached out, her hand tracing the contours of his chest. "I've missed the way you fill me up, Daddy."

With a predatory grin, Damien grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer. "Then come and get it, baby girl," he growled, his eyes dark with lust.

Emily's breath hitched, and she stumbled after him, her eyes glazed over with desire. He led us to his room, the door slamming shut behind us. The room was dimly lit, the heavy curtains blocking out the afternoon sun. The air was thick with the scent of musk and sweat, a potent aphrodisiac that seemed to intoxicate us both.

Damien's gaze flickered over us, a wild hunger in his eyes. He reached out and grabbed a fistful of Emily's hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck. He leaned in, his teeth grazing her skin as he whispered, "You're going to be my good little slut tonight, aren't you?"

Emily whimpered, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. "Yes, Daddy," she breathed, her voice a hoarse whisper. The transformation was instant. Gone was the sassy, sarcastic friend I knew, replaced by a creature of pure need.

Damien's hand slid down her body, his fingers deftly unhooking her bra. Her breasts spilled out, perfect and round, and he took one in his hand, squeezing gently. "You want this dick, don't you?"

Emily moaned, arching into his touch. "Yes, Daddy," she whimpered, her voice a needy plea.

Damien's eyes slid to me, a challenge in them. "You too, Syl," he said, his voice low and commanding. "You want a taste of this?" He gestured to his crotch, his cock already thickening against his sweatpants. "You'll have to learn to behave like a good little slut."

My heart raced, the words both terrifying and thrilling me. I nodded, my mouth dry with anticipation. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to cup my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. "Good girl," he murmured, his breath hot against my cheek. "Now get on your knees and show me what you've learned."

With trembling legs, I dropped to the floor, my eyes never leaving his. Emily followed suit, her gaze locked on the growing bulge in Damien's pants. He stepped back, his cock now free and standing proud. It was massive, a testament to his strength and virility. We both leaned in, our lips meeting around the velvety head. The taste of him was intoxicating, a heady mix of salt and musk. We took turns, one of us sucking while the other watched, our eyes meeting every now and then to share the thrill of our shared degradation.

Damien's hands roamed over our heads, guiding us, his hips rocking gently as we worked him in unison. We'd pause every so often, our tongues dancing together as we swapped mouthfuls of precum, the sweet taste of him a silent promise of what was to come. The room was filled with the wet sounds of our mouths working him, the occasional gasp as he grew even harder, pushing deeper into our eager throats.

And then, with a low growl, he shot his thick load into my mouth and pulled his dick out. "Dont swallow it Syl" his cock glistening with our saliva. "Good," he murmured, his voice thick with approval. "But now it's time for the main event." He stepped back, gesturing to Emily. "On your hands and knees, baby girl," he ordered, his voice a dark thrill that sent a shiver down my spine.

Emily complied eagerly, her ass in the air as she presented herself to him. Damien's eyes raked over her body, a hunger in them that made me wet just watching. He reached down and slapped her ass, the sound echoing in the quiet room. "Spread those legs," he said, his voice a low rumble.

"Yes, Daddy," she whimpered, her cheeks flushing as she did as she was told.

Damien stepped closer, his hand sliding down to stroke her wet pussy, a smug grin playing on his lips. "Did you stop taking those little pills like I told you to?" he asked, his voice a dark purr.

Emily looked over her shoulder, her eyes glazed with lust. "Yes, Daddy," she whimpered, her voice a soft moan. "I did."

Damien's grin grew wider, his hand still playing with her wetness. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Now, Syl. Get over here."

My heart raced as I crawled over to them, the taste of him still in my mouth. His cock was still semi-hard, a testament to his insatiable hunger. He looked down at me, his eyes gleaming with lust. "I want you to push the cum into Emily," he ordered, his voice like a whip crack in the stillness. "Use your tongue, make sure she's nice and full."

With a nod, I moved closer to Emily, our eyes locked in a silent understanding. I could feel her trembling with anticipation as I leaned in and placed my lips against her wet pussy. The heat from her body was like a warm embrace, a stark contrast to the coolness of the cum that still coated my mouth. with slow, deliberate movements, I began to push his essence into her, my tongue swirling around her pussy, tasting her and him mingled together.

Damien's hand was on my shoulder, guiding me, his breath hot against my ear. "That's it, Syl," he murmured. "Make sure she's full of me." His words were a mix of praise and demand, sending a fresh wave of arousal through my

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](http://body.As) I obeyed, pushing his cum into Emily with my tongue, I felt his hand on my thigh, pushing my legs apart. He knelt behind me, his cock, now fully hard, pressing against my ass. The anticipation was agonizing, my body begging for him to fill me as I was filling Emily.

With a single, powerful thrust, he claimed me, his cock sliding into my wet pussy like it was made for it. I gasped, the sensation of being filled so completely, so utterly by him, overwhelming. His hand slid down my back, gripping my waist as he began to fuck me with a rhythm that matched the beating of my heart.

"That's it, you little white slut," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Take it all for me." His words were a mix of degradation and praise, each one sending a bolt of pleasure through me. I felt myself opening up to him, my body welcoming his dominance as he took me from behind.

"You're just another one of them, aren't you?" he whispered, his breath hot against my neck. "Just a dumb white bitch who needs a real man to show her how it's done." His hand tightened around my waist, his grip like iron as he pumped into me with a ferocity that stole my breath.

"Yes, Daddy," I whimpered, the words leaving my mouth on a sob. His degradation was like a ****, a dark thrill that made me wetter with every syllable. I knew it was wrong, that I should be offended, but instead, it only fueled the fire burning inside me.

The world narrowed to the sensation of his cock moving in and out of me, the sound of our bodies slapping together, and the moans and gasps that filled the room. I was lost in the rhythm, my hips moving in time with his, my body **** for the release I knew was approaching.

"Daddy," I begged, my voice a ragged whisper, "I need you to cum inside me."

Damien chuckled, the sound low and dark. "Not yet, slut," he murmured, his grip on my waist tightening. He fucked me harder, my body trembling with the effort to hold back the orgasm that was building like a storm within me. I could feel myself getting closer and closer, my muscles clenching around his cock as I begged for release.

"Daddy," I moaned, "please, let me cum."

"Not yet," he grinned, his teeth glinting in the dim light. His grip tightened on my hips, pulling me back onto his cock with a **** that left me gasping. He fucked me mercilessly, his every thrust bringing me closer to the edge. "You want my cum, don't you?"

My eyes rolled back in my head, my body trembling with need. "Yes, Daddy," I whimpered, the words a **** plea. "I need it."

With a wicked smirk, Damien pulled out of me, his cock glistening with my juices. He stepped around me and shoved me aside, positioning himself behind Emily. She moaned in anticipation, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt his cock press against her ass.

"Look at me, Syl," he ordered, his voice a dark command that sent shivers down my spine. "Watch as I breed your little friend."

I couldn't tear my eyes away as he positioned himself behind Emily, her body trembling with anticipation. The sight of him, so powerful and in control, made me ache with need. His cock was still thick and hard, and the thought of it sliding into her made me wetter than ever.

"Listen up Syl," Damien murmured, his eyes locked on mine, "cumming in your pussy would be a waste if you want me to put my thick seed in you, bitch." His words were a slap across the face, a reminder of my place in this twisted game. I nodded, the sting of his words mixing with the arousal that flooded me. "Stop taking your pills" he ordered.

Emily's eyes fluttered open and she looked at me, her pupils blown wide with pleasure. "Stop fighting your future, slut," she panted, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure. "Take his alpha seed and have his kids."

The words hit me like a ton of bricks, sending a fresh wave of arousal crashing through me. I watched, my mouth hanging open, as Damien's cock disappeared deep into Emily's pussy her moans growing louder with each thrust. She was lost to the sensation, her body writhing under his powerful movements.

And then, it happened. As she screamed out her submission, her body convulsed with pleasure. Damien's grip on her hips tightened, and he groaned, his hips bucking as he buried himself deep inside her. His cum shot into her womb, a claim so primal it was almost tangible. I watched, my own pussy clenching with need as he filled her completely.

He pulled out with a satisfied groan, his cock still hard, and looked at me. "You're going to have to wait your turn," he said, his voice a dark promise. "But maybe, if you're a good little slut, I'll let you watch while I breed her some more."

Emily collapsed onto the bed, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Oh, God," she panted, her eyes closed. "That was..."

Damien's chuckle was deep and smug as he lay beside her, one hand idly playing with her hair. "You liked that, didn't you, baby?"

Emily nodded, still panting. "Yes, Daddy," she murmured.

Damien's gaze shifted to me, his eyes gleaming with something dark and possessive. "You hear that, Syl?" he said, his voice a low purr. "I'm not going to fuck you until that shit you're on is out of your system. You want my kids, you're going to have to earn it."

He slapped my ass, sending me sprawling onto the floor. "Now go to sleep," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I've got a lot of plans for you, and I need my little whore fresh and eager for me."

I stumbled out of the room, my body trembling with a mix of anger and arousal. His words had stung, but the truth was, I was **** for him. The taste of him still lingered in my mouth, and the feeling of his cock inside me was like a brand on my soul. As much as I hated the way he talked to me, the way he treated me, I couldn't deny the power he held over me.

With shaking legs, I made my way to my room, the walls seeming to close in around me. I collapsed onto the bed, my hand drifting down to my still-throbbing pussy. I was **** for release, my body begging for the touch that only he could provide. But I knew better. I was his toy now, his plaything, and he had made it clear that I would not find relief without his

[permission.

My

](http://permission.My) hand hovered over my clit, my breath hitching as I gave in to the need. I rubbed it gently, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through me. My eyes fluttered closed, and I imagined it was him touching me, his strong hand bringing me closer to the edge with every stroke. I moaned softly, my hips rocking against my hand as I tried to recreate the sensation of his cock inside me.

But it was no use. The more I tried, the more elusive my orgasm became. I was a live wire, my body taut with unspent desire. Damien's words echoed in my head, taunting me. I was his slut, his to use and discard as he saw fit. The anger and humiliation only added fuel to the fire, making me wetter, making me crave him more.

With a frustrated growl, I rolled onto my side, my hand still trapped between my legs. My eyes burned with unshed tears, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I couldn't escape the truth. I was his, utterly and completely, and there was nothing I could do about it. The fight drained from me, leaving me feeling empty and used.

I curled into a tight ball, the sheets sticky with my need. The scent of him lingered on my skin, a taunting reminder of what I had lost and what I could never truly have. Sleep called to me, a dark escape from the torment of my desires. And so, with one last futile attempt at pleasure, I closed my eyes and let myself drift.