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Her pussy clenches around me, the telltale flutter of her impending orgasm. While I try to keep my pace, my thrusts grow harder and more erratic as I chase my own release, my mind swimming with thoughts of filling her. “That’s it,” I grit when she cries out, spasming around me. “Scream for me. Let me hear how badly you want to be bred.”

With a final, brutal drive, I bury myself to the hilt and let go. My roar fills the room as I explode with a hot, powerful surge that floods her. Her pussy milks my cock, drawing every last drop of my seed until I’m shaking and breathless. Staying rooted deep inside her, my forehead rests on her sweat-slicked neck. Both of us are heaving, inhaling the musky scents of sex and our exertion.

But I need more…

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pull her from the desk and sink us both into the high-backed leather executive chair. She comes willingly, her back against my chest as her legs straddle mine. Ensnared in my embrace, I hold her in place. She’s limp, with her head lolling on my shoulder, her body a warm weightless burden I can’t imagine letting go of. I hold her with my semi-hard, throbbing cock still buried deep inside her, surrounded by the warm, wet slickness of my release. Contentment washes over me, knowing that it’s plugging her pussy to ensure not a single drop of my seed escapes her.

She’s full of me, and I intend to keep her that way.

I nuzzle her neck, my lips brushing over the sensitive skin beneath her ear. “You feel that, sweetheart?” I whisper. “That’s Daddy’s cum. And I’m going to add to it. Again and again. I want you overflowing. Drowning in my cum until there’s no chance—none—that you don’t end up pregnant.”

A soft, delicate tremor runs through her body, her walls subtly quivering around my still-embedded cock. “Vance…” she breathes, the name a habit she needs to break inside the confines of these walls.

“No,” I correct, my voice soft but firm. I shift my hips, a subtle, grinding movement that pushes me deeper inside her. “Not Vance. When we’re inside this house, or I’m inside you, you call me Daddy.”

My hand slides up her torso, under the soft fabric of my dress shirt, to cup her breast. Brushing my thumb against the hard, pebbled nipple, she responds with a reflexive, involuntary clench that sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my cock. I am already growing hard again; the thought of her and this absolute power I hold over her body is a potent and inexhaustible aphrodisiac.

My cock twitches inside her, already stirring back to life with the visceral satisfaction of having claimed her so completely. I tighten my grip on her waist, anchoring her against me, and press my lips to the shell of her ear. “You’re going to spend the day on my cock, Sophia,” I whisper, the words dripping with intent. “When I feel like adding to what I’ve already given you, you’ll take it. You’ll take every load until I’m dripping down your thighs, until you’re so full of my seed you can taste it.”

I shift beneath her, grinding, letting her feel the thickening weight of me stirring inside her already flooded pussy.

“You’re going to carry my child,” I continue, my voice dropping to a reverent rasp. “A beautiful, perfect Ashford heir. You’re going to swell with my baby, your body a testament to my ownership, a living, breathing symbol of our union. Everyone will see you, glowing and round with my child, and they will know. They will know you are mine.”

A small, secret smile pulls at her lips—dreamy, distant, and already surrendering to the picture I’m painting for her.

Momentarily stilling my hips, I grip her chin and turn her face toward mine. My eyes bore into hers, unable to miss the yearning in them. “Is that for our child?” I ask softly. “Or is that because you know once you’re carrying my baby, there’s no escape? You’ll be mine forever; bound to me by flesh and blood, marked so thoroughly that the whole fucking world will know who owns you.”

There’s nothing sweet about my question. It’s a claiming, a brand, a cage made of promises.

She doesn’t answer with words. Instead, she arches her back, pressing her breast into my hand as her hips rock against my renewed erection with a desperate, seeking roll. “Both,” she confesses, and I’m certain the answer has surprised even her. “I want everyone to know I’m yours. That you own me.”

I rock my hips, the movement grinding the thick head of my cock against her cervix, nudging my seed deeper to stake my claim.

“You’re going to stay on my lap and ride my cock, breeding yourself,” I instruct, my breath hot against her neck. “And when I fill you again—pumping another hot load into your already soaked cunt—I’m going to carry you to bed, tend to those beautiful marks on your ass from where you took my belt, and plug this tight little hole to keep you nice and full until I’m ready to take you again.”

“Do it.” Her hips lift and fall in a clumsy, eager rhythm, fucking herself with my cock. “Breed me, Daddy. Make it so I can never leave. Make me… Make me yours.”

“Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy?” I nip at her earlobe, my hips rising from the chair to meet hers. “Are you going to grow my baby? Let me watch this beautiful body grow nice and round? Let everyone see what I’ve done to you?”

As I speak, a realization settles over me with crystalline clarity. This is no longer about the blackmail that brought her to my bed. It’s not about Kierra’s tuition, or the threat that I could ruin both their lives with a single phone call. No, this is about us. This is about the way she fits in my arms, the way her body responds to mine, and how she submits so beautifully to my dominance. This is about possession, yes, but it’s mutual. She owns me just as thoroughly as I own her. And the child we will create together will be the irrevocable bond that seals this twisted, perfect union.

“Yes, Daddy,” she pants, her voice trembling with a hunger that mirrors my own.

A triumphant surge of power courses through me, a white-hot wave of possession that is more potent than any orgasm, more intoxicating than any victory I’ve ever known. I have won. She’s mine, body, soul, and soon, womb. The thought drives me wild, and I grip her hips, lifting her slightly before slamming her onto my rigid length.

“That’s Daddy’s good fucking girl,” I growl, the words rough with pride and lust. “Ride me, sweetheart. Take what you need. Take every drop until we’re sure you’ll always be mine.”

I blink awake, disoriented with the kind of exhaustion that comes from being completely used. My limbs are heavy, my pussy is sore, and my muscles ache from positions that, until last night, I didn’t know I could bend into. Vance fucked me until I was utterly spent, taking me again and again, as though the man doesn’t even have a refractory period, leaving me thoroughly full of his seed.

“You need to wake up, Sophia,” he croons softly, the fullness between my legs shifting. When I force my eyes open, I find Vance kneeling beside the bed. He kisses over my thigh as he adjusts his grip on the plug in my pussy before slowly pulling the silicone free, a trickle of warm fluid following behind it. His eyes roam over my exposed skin with a hunger that seems insatiable, despite everything he took from me last night. “Your sister is coming?”

“Kiki?” I mumble, groggily. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. She’s coming for breakfast in about an hour.”

I try to sit up, but he playfully shoves me back down to the mattress. “Vance, I need to⁠—”

“Daddy,” he corrects sternly, grabbing my legs and yanking my ass to the edge of the bed. “When you’re in this bed, naked, wet and dripping with my cum, I’m Daddy.”