Page 104 of Deliah

“Louder.”

“I’M YOUR TOY.”

His fingers slammed back into me, fast and deep, curling against that spot that made me gasp. I writhed under him, clenching, close—

Then he stopped.

“Not yet.”

“Daddy, please—”

Slap. His hand cracked across my thigh.

“Don’t ‘Daddy’ me. You don’t get to come until I say. You wanted to act like a tease—now you’ll be treated like one.”

He flipped me over and shoved himself inside—no warning, no mercy. I screamed into the mattress as his cock filled me, thick and deep.

“This what you needed, princess? To be stuffed full like a worthless little cumhole?”

I could only moan, body already shaking.

He fucked me hard—relentless, dominant, cruel in the way I loved. Every time I got close, he stopped. Pulled out. Spanked me. Denied me. Made me beg.

“Tell me what you are.”

“I’m your fuck toy.”

“Louder.”

“I’M YOUR FUCK TOY.”

He yanked me up by the hair, my body shaking, his cock still buried inside me. He held me there—impaled, trembling—his breath against my cheek.

“You’re mine, Deliah.”

“Yes—yes, I’m yours.”

“You’re going to be mine forever.”

I gasped. My heart stuttered.

“You hear me?” he growled. “You belong to me. I don’t want anyone else ever touching you again.”

“I’m yours. Forever.”

He pulled out.

“Get up. Balcony. Now.”

I stumbled after him, thighs shaking, cum running down my legs. He dragged me outside into the warm dusk air and bent me over the railing.

“You like being fucked where anyone could see? Like Daddy’s personal little whore?”

“Yes,” I choked. “Please.”

He rammed into me from behind, brutal, claiming. His hands gripped my hips like he owned me. One reached around to rub my clit while the other curled around my throat.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he growled, rutting deep. “My good girl. My slut. My forever.”