~Lily~
“Hold the wall,” Connor said again, and this time his voice wasn’t just rough.. it was dangerous. Like a command from Moon.
I slapped my palms against the wall so hard. My thighs were already trembling, and my pussy was throbbing around his fingers like it was trying to suck him deeper.
I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. I was dizzy with need, and then he leaned into my ear and whispered the filth that made me almost fall to my knees.
“Fuck, Lily. Don’t make a sound. Don’t moan. Don’t gasp. Don’t whimper. You make one fucking noise, and I swear I’ll stop. You hear me?”
No.
No, no, no, no.
Not now. Not when he had his fingers buried deep inside me. Not when my nipple was still wet and red from his mouth.
Not when my body was arching back against him like it was begging for more. I bit my lip so hard I tasted copper, but I nodded. Because if he stopped, I’d scream. I’d cry. I’d fucking explode.
“We have people on this yacht,” he growled low against my skin. “Your best friend is upstairs. The captain is right down the hall. The staff could walk in at any fucking moment. You want them to hear what a nasty little kitten you are? You want them to know Daddy’s got you dripping and shaking against a fucking wall?”
I whimpered without sound, my chest heaving, my thighs slick and twitching. I was soaking. Absolutely drenched.
His fingers moved inside me again, slow and thick and curling right where it made my eyes roll back. My pussy clenched so hard I almost buckled, and I knew he heard it. He fucking loved it.
“Shh,” he warned, licking up my neck, his voice so deep and dark I swore it wrapped around my spine.
“If I hear one moan… if you so much as whimper, I’ll rip these panties off and make you sit on your hands in your room. No touching. No cumming. Just wet. Just aching. Just ruined.”
I nearly sobbed. I couldn’t moan. I couldn’t speak. But my body was screaming. I was grinding into his hand without permission, pressing back against his cock because I could feel it..fuck, I could feel how hard he was.
His bulge was huge, straining, and I knew he was just as wrecked as I was. I wanted it so bad. I needed it inside me. I wanted to beg, but I couldn’t make a sound.
“Look at you,” he whispered, curling his fingers again, hitting that spot that made my whole body jerk. “Your little cunt is so tight, she’s sucking me in like she’s starving. Soaked like a whore. And you’re trying so hard to be good. That’s cute.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, my head against the wall, my lips sealed tight. But inside my brain was chaos. I was screaming. Daddy, please. Please just fuck me. Please pull it out. Please bend me over and break me open. Please fill me. I want it. I need it. I’ll be so fucking quiet, I promise. Just please don’t stop. Please, please, please-
His mouth moved again, and this time he bit my shoulder. “You’re so close, aren’t you? Right there. Ready to explode. But you can’t. Not yet. Not until I say.”
I nodded so fast I thought I’d pass out. My walls were clenching, begging. My nipples were throbbing. His fingers were dripping. And my throat was burning from how hard I was holding back that scream.
“I should unzip right now,” he whispered into my skin. “Push you against this wall and fuck the virgin out of you until you forget your name.”
My whole body spasmed.
“I should bend you over this table and make you take my cock so deep the guests upstairs feel it.”
He grunted and rutted his bulge against me, and I swear I was shaking. I was panting like a bitch in heat.
My pussy was clamping down on nothing every time he pulled his fingers out just to push them back in with a slick squelch that made my head spin.
“But you’re not ready yet,” he growled. “Not until you learn to stay quiet. Because when I finally stretch you open, I want to hear everything and only me.”
I whimpered silently, my body burning up, my panties soaked through, my legs twitching uncontrollably.
And then, just like that, he pulled his hand out.
I gasped, wide–eyed, chest heaving.
He licked his fingers clean right behind me and whispered, “Next time, kitten, if you make a sound… I won’t let you cum. You better start learning obedience. Because Daddy’s cock doesn’t play nice.”
“Next time,” he said, dragging his hand up my side, stopping just beneath my bare breast, “I’m not stopping at fingers. I’m going to unzip my pants. I’m going to push this tight little cunt up against the glass and fuck you slow while the whole ocean watches.”
I gasped, but swallowed it down before it escaped. My body jerked. My pussy clenched around the emptiness, desperate.
My nipples tingled. I couldn’t hold it anymore. I needed it. I needed his cock inside me. I didn’t care who was on the boat. I didn’t care who heard. I would’ve begged for it.
But then the knock came.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
It wasn’t just a knock. It was a fist pounding the door, and the voice that followed made every drop of blood in my body turn to ice.
“Dad!!”
No.
Oh my fucking God, no.
“Have you seen Lily?!”
It was Bëłłã.
His daughter.
My best friend.
I froze. My body turned to stone. My throat closed, and my heart dropped into my stomach like it was falling straight into hell.
My legs were still spread, my t**s still out, my panties still soaked. I didn’t even have time to pull my shirt down. I just stood there, silent, horrified, soaking wet, as her voice rang through the cabin door.
“She hasn’t come to the lounge yet!” Bëlla sed. “I’ve looked everywhere for her, and she’s not answering her phone!”
I didn’t even breathe. I couldn’t. I pressed my hand to my forehead and stared down at my trembling hands, my nails dug into the wall. I wanted to scream, but not from shame. From the, burning ache between my thighs.
From the way his body was fucking hot and hard and silent. From the fact that I hadn’t finished.
“And when are you coming out?” she added, and her
Voice had that bratty whine she always used when she was annoyed.
“Your friends the ones you invited, which I told you not to, are still here. They’re waiting for you!”
Connor didn’t move.
Not an inch.
His hand was still on my waist, gripping me tight like a warning. His cock was still pressing into my ass, so thick and hard I could feel every fucking inch through his pants. His mouth was right next to my ear again when he whispered it.
“Don’t move. Don’t speak. Don’t even fucking breathe,” he said, voice sharp and cold and filthy.
“Because if you make a single sound and she walks in, I’ll make you finish right there. Right in front of her. And you’ll look me in the eyes while I ruin you.”
My knees buckled. My cunt clenched. My mouth opened like I was about to scream. But I didn’t. I held still. I held silent.
And I stood there, dripping down my thighs, with my best friend on the other side of the door and her father behind me whispering threats that made my pussy soak even harder.
He stepped back, straightened his shirt like he wasn’t seconds away from bending me over and fucking me raw, and raised his voice toward the door.
“I saw her go to the restroom,” he said, his tone calm, deep, controlled in a way that made my thighs clench all over again. “She’ll meet you soon.”
There was a pause.
Then Bëltă groaned. “Okay, Dad. Just hurry up, please.”
The sound of her footsteps faded and then finally, silence. The moment she was gone, Connor let out a low, heavy breath like a wolf trying not to lose his temper.
His eyes dragging down my trembling body. My breasts were still bare, my nipples red and wet from his mouth, my panties shoved halfway down my thighs, completely ruined.
I was still pressed against the wall, not even pretending to hide what I was an 18–year–old girl soaking for the man she wasn’t supposed to want.
“Fuck,” he muttered, stepping closer again, his voice low, dangerous, rough with need. “That was close.”
He tilted his head and looked at me like he didn’t know what to do with me. His hand lifted to my chest again without warning, and I gasped as he pinched my nipple hard between his fingers. My whole body jolted, my back arching against his touch.
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