Page 69 of Malicious Claim (Dark Inheritance #1)

Caged Bird II

MAKROS’S POV

She looked up at me, eyes wide, waiting. She looked compliant.

I took a step back, letting my gaze drag over her slowly. Deliberately. My fingers traced my lower lip, calculating. Like staring at a blank canvas before I paint on it. No—before I ruin it.

"On your knees," I said, voice sharp and low.

She dropped without hesitation. But deep down I had hoped in some ways that she had been defiant, if only a little bit, which would've made breaking her more interesting rather than just plain obedience.

I walked back to the cabinet, selecting only what I needed.

Returned with a steel tray carrying black leather cuffs, a blindfold, and a chrome spreader bar all glinting under the red light.

These were the basic tools needed for transformation.

For filling up that blank canvas which was her body with some colour.

"Hands."

She raised them, wrists pressed together in a silent offering. I fastened the cuffs tight, pulling them snug. She winced, meaning it stung. I wasn't here to coddle her. If she thought this experience would be easy, she must be in way over her head.

"You don't get to touch me," I told her, stepping behind. "Not tonight."

I nudged her legs with the edge of my boot. "Spread your legs."

She obeyed, and I locked the spreader bar to her ankles. Her body opened for me, helpless, restrained, perfect. She didn't even realize how exquisite she looked like that. Or maybe she did.

I moved in front of her again, kneeling so we were eye-level. I wanted her to see the intensity in my eyes. Wanted her to drown in it.

"So, you want to be dominated?"

I already knew the answer, but I needed to hear it. Needed her to give it freely.

"Yes," she breathed.

The way she readily agreed awakened something primal inside me. I smirked, feeling pleased.

I slipped the blindfold over her eyes, tying it tightly.

"Stay."

I left her there, just to see how long she'd last. Also, I wanted to keep her in suspense.

She shifted on her knees after some time.

"Makros," she called.

"Shh, be quiet."

I picked up a leather crop, tapped it against my boot, and watched as the sudden noise caused her to flinch.

I dragged the tip along her thigh, slowly, deliberately, stopping at the panties I'd picked out for her. She flinched again.

I frowned.

"You're not allowed to flinch," I murmured. "I'm giving you ten strikes. You take everything or I start over."

And I meant it.

The first strike landed sharp across her thigh. Then another. She hissed. Her head dropped.

"Count."

"One," she whispered.

"Louder."

"One."

Good.

I continued with measured strikes, but they still hit hard causing her body to shudder. Five. Six. She flinched before the next one landed, and I started over.

Ten. She trembled.

"Still good?"

"Yeah," she managed to say.

My chest tightened at that. Such a brave little thing. Still with me.

I released her wrists, then asked her to lean on all fours. She arched her back up perfectly. Her ass was so high up, open, bare to me. My cock ached, but I made myself wait.

Not now, not yet.

I crouched behind her, brushing my fingers against the soaked panties. She was already dripping.

"Look at this," I murmured. "So wet just from being told what to do. You were made for this."

"Maybe. Probably."

I grabbed the thong and ripped it apart, shoving two fingers into her without warning. She cried out. Her back arched even more. Beautiful. I twisted my fingers, digging deeper as if searching for a priceless jewel. She moaned incomprehensible nonsense.

"Use your words."

"Makros—"

"No. Not my name. Your title for me."

"Daddy," she choked.

"Better."

I pulled my fingers out and delivered one harsh slap to her ass. The sound cracked across the room mingling with her scream.

I loosened my belt and zip to free my monstrous cock. Nobody made it harder than she did.

But I didn't fuck her.

Not yet.

I grabbed her hair, yanked her head back, pulling her up. I brought my cock down to her lips and her mouth snapped open eagerly. Rather than feed her my cock immediately, I smacked her lips with it and rubbed, teasing. Slowly, I let her have a taste but only the tip.

"Yeah, kiss my cock. Don't suck it, just kiss it."

A moan escaped my lips and without further hesitation I fed her my cock inch by inch. She gagged on it hungrily. Her mouth was full but I knew she could take it all.

"Wider," I said, grunting with pleasure. "You'll take all of me. You will."

And she did. Her mouth was mine. Her throat, mine.

I used her like the good little toy she was, deep, hard, relentless.

Her head bobbed down my length, sucking, saliva drooling down my cock.

My climax was building up. I felt my dick pulsing nearing an explosion and I grunted, grabbing her head and leaning more into her mouth. I didn't pull out when I came.

"Swallow it."

She did. When I pulled out my cock I was still hard and it was glistening with saliva and cum.

I slapped her cheeks one after the other and then kissed her, deep and hungry, marking her with it.

She was still splayed open, her legs held apart by the bar, breath ragged.

I moved behind her, cupping her hips. I kissed her inner thigh.

She smelt so good down there. It was a strong invitation to taste her again.

She moaned pleasurably as my tongue licked the soft flesh of her puss.

I grazed and sucked it, closing my eyes and her moans filled my ears like music to me.

I licked deeper, tongue working her until her body writhed.

She pushed against my mouth, hungry, greedy.

When she started begging without words, I pulled back and grabbed her hair again, hauling her upright. She stumbled, shaky, wrecked. I loved her like this.

I bent her over the bed, lined myself up, and slid into her slowly, watching every inch disappear. She stretched perfectly around me, and I nearly lost it right then.

She was mine. In every way that mattered.

I fucked her hard, deep, the rhythm unforgiving.

The deeper I went, the louder her pussy cried.

Damn, that pussy talked so loud. She cried out, body trembling beneath me as I came again, gritting my teeth to keep from to stifle my grunt.

I remained in her, pressing her down to the bed until my cock went limp again.

l pulled out, and stepped back to admire her.

Damn, we had both cum and her pussy was dripping.

I put my fingers into her pussy, taking out cum and feeding it to her.

She licked my fingers, swallowing our juices.

I crouched down to take off the spreader bar.

"Get down," I ordered, "and crawl into the cage."

She hesitated. Legs unsteady.

I slapped her ass. "Don't make me say it again."

She dropped. Crawled. Dragged herself into the cage on trembling limbs.

Perfect.

I shut the door. Locked it.

"You'll sleep there tonight," I declared in a soft voice.

"Okay daddy," she replied.

Then I walked away, leaving her ruined, owned, and exactly where she belonged.