The day had been torture. The sun was high in the sky from the early morning hour, and the heat was sizzling. Yet, for endless hours, you were out there working in the yard. While I prepared breakfast, you said that you had a list of chores to get done around the yard that had piled up in recent weeks, and you were determined to work through them today; so I made a an extra large, extra cold pitcher of juice for you to sip from as the heat bore down on you.
Watching from inside the house as I went about my routine and tasks, I couldn’t help stealing longing looks at you. Your shirt had come off within minutes of being in the sun, and you were glistening with sweat. I felt like drooling for hours.
Finally, as the afternoon sun sat heavy in the sky, you came in. Your torso was covered in sweat, dirt, and grime. Your hands were probably developing even more rough calluses. Your shirt was a damp mess of a rag, and so you just threw it in the hamper in the laundry room before stalking into the kitchen for something to drink. As you gulped, I leaned against the counter, just watching. I could stare at you for hours. Once you polished off the last drop, I came to you, pulling the glass from your fingers. I set it in the sink, and pulled you along.
“You worked so hard today, Daddy. Now, let me take care of you.” A sweet, coy smile spread across my features, and I led you to our bathroom. We had renovated much of our home to suit our needs. Our master bathroom is my favorite room, it feels like paradise. The shower is a thing of beauty. It is closed in on two sides by glass, walls covered in gray stone. It has six nozzles that fall from the ceiling like holy rain, all connected to a panel in the wall with a touch screen control. The temperature is set to exact, lights dimmed, color splashing across the tile. This is where I lead you.
I turn on the water on three of the nozzles, hot but not scorching, and begin to peel you out of the remainder of your clothes. My hands move reverently over your skin, mapping every inch as though it was the first and last time I would ever get to. I beckon you into the shower, and you sigh as the warm water hits you. I make swift work of my clothes before plastering my naked body to your back. You begin to turn around, but I stop you.
“Let me see you,” you say, a rough gravel tone to your voice from lack of use all day. Never able to ignore a request from my Wolf, I let you turn around. My whole body lights up when your eyes take my in, looking your fill. I no longer cower, attempting to cover my figure from your gaze as I once did; I am satisfied that I am yours, and that you love me as I am. I reach out to grab the sponge and body wash, spilling it over to get it soapy before reaching out to place it on your chest. Meeting your eyes, we stare into each other’s gaze as I begin to wash the grime off of your body. Each swipe of the sponge lulls me deeper into you, your presence, your orbit. I am stuck in your gravity, and I never want to leave.
Moving down your chest and stomach, I stop at the place where your stomach meets your thigh, slithering behind you to wash your back. Once the dirt is gone and the water dripping off of you is clean, I put the sponge down and wrap my arms around you from behind. I place gentle kisses across your shoulders, breathing you in. You turn around and cup my face pulling me closer before finally, finally, finally sealing your lips with mine. I can’t help the whimper that falls from my lips into yours. Your hands rake fire across my skin, burning me up with every sweep down my waist, over my ass, up my neck. I can feel you everywhere. Well, almost everywhere.
“Please Alpha,” I pull away, keening, “I need you. Needed you all day, missed you.” Once the words begin spilling, I can’t get them to stop. “I watched you, and I couldn’t wait for you to be done. Waiting was like torture. Please Daddy, Alpha, I’ve waited as long as I can. I can’t anymore. Need you, need you, please.” You shush me gently, running your fingers through my hair before slipping your thumb between my lips. I instinctually suck on it, quieting the tirade I had fallen into.
“You don’t have to wait anymore, pet. You’ve been such a good girl,” you reassure me, and every ounce of tension I didn’t even know I had bled out of my body. I sag into your arms, trusting you, mind, body, and soul. “Turn around for me, hands on the wall.”
I scramble to obey, nearly slipping in my hast had you not steadied me. I plaster my hands to the wall, spreading my legs and arching my back. I close my eyes, breathing heavily. You rake your fingernails down my back, leaving angry red lines in my delicate skin. You settle your hands on my waist. You are a patient man, but the day has worn you through, and without waiting a second more, you slide inside of me in one slow, smooth glide. I gasp in a breath at the sudden feeling of being so utterly full, whimpering.
“Finally,” I can’t help but say, the words falling from my lips in a whisper, a solemn confession I don’t want forgiveness for. Somehow, something so sinful still manages to feel like my salvation. Your strokes are slow at first, savoring the smooth rub of my pussy over your cock, like liquid fire in your veins. Too soon, and not soon enough, I can’t help but beg. “Please faster, I need you to fuck me Daddy. I need you to remind me who I belong to.”
If I wasn’t listening for it, I would have missed the feral growl that you let out, grip turning bruising on my waist. Before I can draw in another breath, you ram inside of me strong enough to send me crashing into the wall. I wail, body sparking with unbearable pleasure. You set a brutal pace, having me scrabbling just to hang on as I take, and take, and take all you give me.
“You need me to remind you, huh? You’ve forgotten who you belong to? That you’re mine? No!” You grab my hair, yanking my head back as I scream out. “You don’t get to forget! Every minute of every day, you belong to me. Always!” You pound into me at an unbearable pace, forcing me to take every inch deep inside of me until all I can feel is the throbbing in the bottom of my stomach and the tears trailing down my face. “You’re mine when you’re hanging off my cock, split open like the whore you are, and you are mine when I am working, leaving you to your chores. And every second in between, you are MINE!!” I scream out, body convulsing under your hold as I fall apart. My knees give out, and I would have crashed to the floor had you ot caught me. My legs are shaking as you pull me in close, little whines slipping out of my mouth as shivers run through my body. One hand comes up to pet over my head, shushing me as I come down. “That’s right, that’s my good girl. Only Daddy can make you come like that, isn’t that right? How could I ever think you would forget that. You’re always mine, aren’t you princess? That’s right. And you’re going to let your Alpha fuck you until he is done and come inside of you so that everyone, human, animal, predator, prey knows exactly who owns you.” Still unable to speak, I can’t help but weakly nod my head, shakily getting my legs back underneath me and assuming the position once more. My body is still weak as a newborn fawn, but I take a deep breath and brace myself best as I can. Finally standing as steady as I am able, I turn to look at you wantonly.
“Do your worst, Daddy. I’m yours.”
With that, you are off. You grunt and groan, animalistic sounds falling from your lips as you take your pleasure from my body. I relish the ache between my legs, knowing my body will be a map of bruises, scratches, and bites at the end of this. As you continue to rut inside of me ferociously, I begin to feel the little sparks of heat coiling in my belly again, and I moan desperately. And then I begin to talk.
“Yes, fuck me Alpha. I need you, so deep inside of me, filling me up. No one can touch me like you do, fuck me as hard and deep as you can. You’ve ruined me Daddy, ruined me for anyone else. Only you could ever satisfy me now. I’ll always need my Alpha, always. Wreck me Daddy, I need you to destroy this pussy. My pussy is yours, come on Daddy, fuck your pussy. Right there, yes, yes, yes,” I croak out, voice a rattled mess from screaming, yet the words come easy. I can feel your thrusts coming in shorter bursts, less finesse and more of a race to the finish line. My legs begin to shake again as the rough treatment brings me close to coming again, but I hold it. I focus on holding back, clamping my pussy over your cock, and you roar out your finish. You thrust inside of me as deep as you can go, grinding your cock inside of me as you fill me full of your hot cum. I let go, shaking apart on your cock, thick seed only serving to make me feel better.
I sink into that place inside my head that feels like floating, where only pleasure and serenity exist. I distantly hear you shutting the water off, feel you wrap me in a towel and lift me off the ground. Only once you are settling me down onto the bed, naked body covered by yours, do I begin to come to.
“Well, how about that Daddy,” I whisper, “you’ve fucked me stupid.” I giggle to myself, heaving in heavy breaths as my body still struggles to recover. Your arms tighten around me as you let out a chuckle.
“It is my job, pup. It’s what my baby girl deserves after all. That big brain of yours needs a break sometimes.” I can’t help but smile at that, tilting my head up for you to kiss me. You don’t disappoint. You never do. I lazily drink in the feeling of your lips, the taste of your tongue, the sound of your breath. I’ve never felt more complete. Being wrapped up in you has never felt more like a benediction.
“Let’s just lay here. I’ll make dinner later. I missed you today.” You hum, considering for a moment, and I worry you will deny me. Then you pull me ever closer, lips resting on my forehead as you breathe me in.
“That sounds perfect, angel. Let’s do that.”
