Fuck me daddy

**Ivery Clark POV** 

Gasps came out of my mouth as his hot mouth traveled over my neck, to my breasts making me moan. 

My nipples spike to little points under my dress and I hated how much turned on I found myself, feeling his heat radiating off him.

“Tell me fuck you, Ivery…” Alrigo murmured, his voice low and commanding, the baritone a sinister caress against my frayed nerves.

"I..." My voice trembled, caught between the fiery defiance in my chest and the pull he had on my soul.

"Don’t think," he murmured, coming back, until his lips were a breath away from mine. "Just tell me what you want, ma bella. Say the words, and I’ll make it so easy for you. Tell me to hold you. Tell me to protect you.”

I whimper at his words, and I could feel his thick cock bulge through his pants and press against my panties, making me so turned on as he was. 

I hated him. Or at least, I wanted to. But as much as I despised him, I missed the fire he ignited, the way he consumed me and a reckless part of me that didn’t care about consequences.

He could ruin me, and part of me craved it. Craved him. And just for one night, I wanted to stop fighting. I wanted to give in and let myself drown.

I murmured, the words tangling on my tongue. “Fuck me, Alrigo.”

Alrigo groaned as one his hands gripped my soaked panties and pulled it down slightly making me gasp at the sensation. 

“Ask me again, Ivery…with I want to hear.” His breath ghosted over my ear. His masculine thick, long fingers playing with the edge of my panties.

My breath came out puffs as I clutched the edge of the desk, my breasts heaving up and down. “Fuck me, daddy—”

He was on me before I could finish, his lips crashing against mine. I cry against his mouth as one of his hands slip inside my pussy, his fingers parting my soft lips, his thumb finding my swollen clit. 

Oh god…

“So wet…,” Alrigo growled, pinching and rolling my clit, making my body arch towards him. “This pussy is so tight and wet, just for me. For me to fuck it, squeeze it, use it however I like.” 

Alrigo scissors my pussy in an increased pace adding two more fingers inside my hole. The sound of my wetness against his hand fills the cabin like a dirty, filthy soundtrack, and when his lips fasten over my nipple, I throw my head back and cry out.

Alrigo removes my panties in one hand and I hear the sound of his belt unbuckle. And I’m panting, blood roaring through my body and my skin on fire as his huge, thick cock springs free. 

His hand wraps around his cock, stroking it, jerking off slowly and I could feel the thick, hot, slippery drops of his precum trickling down my pussy. 

I moaned as he rubbed the swollen head over my clit.

“Do you see this, Ivery? The way your pussy is eager to my cock in. The way it drowns in me even as you resist. You think you can deny it, but you belong to me.”

Alrigo eases the swollen head against my opening, teasing me and rubbing it up and down, but he doesn’t push inside. 

Instead, he just makes me cry out, leaking my sticky juices all over his cock until it's dripping down the thick, veined shaft as he slowly strokes himself.

“Say it, Ivery,” he commanded, his voice low and rough. “Say you surrender yourself to me. Admit you’ve been wrong, you were wrong to fight me, wrong to defy me, and I’ll forgive you. Forgive you for everything you’ve done—all the secrets, the lies, the schemes. Say you were wrong to hurt me.” 

“No!” I snapped at him, “I will never admit I was wrong. You can own every inch of my body if that’s what you want. But my will? My pride? You’ll never have that, Alrigo. Never.”

The moment the words left my lips, his expression darkened. A muscle jumped in his jaw.

"Don’t play games with me,” He hissed, his voice dangerously low as he strokes himself harder, groaning alongside my gasps and moans, and I watch as more and more sticky white fluid drips from the small slit at the top of his cock, coating my pussy and my thighs, mixing with my own wetness
until I’m slick and glistening and wet, my legs wide open for him.

“You think your pride is going to save you?No one out there will fight for you. No one will care if you disappear off the face of the earth—except me.”

“I don’t need your protection,” I bit out, though my voice came out in gasps as his cock glides over my clit again and again but he doesn’t push his cock inside.

“You’re a fool if you think you can keep something from me, Ivery. A damn fool.” Alrigo growls as he strokes his cock repeatedly against my slit. 

“You’ve been lying to yourself for so long, Ivery, you don’t even know what you need anymore. I want everything, *cara mia*. I want every thought, every secret, every broken part of you. You’ll give me all of it—or nothing.”

“So decide. This is your last chance, Ivery. Surrender, admit you need me, and I’ll give you the world.”

“And if I don’t?” My voice came out wavering but stubborn. 

His smile was cold, devoid of warmth or patience. He suddenly pulls off and straightens himself, shocking me.

“If you carry on with this behavior, you’ll never get my cock, ma bella. Not even my protection.”

*What..!?*

I clenched my fists against the cold surface of the table, willing myself not to crumble. I bit my lips from keeping from crying in frustration, Why the hell am I so disappointed that he didn’t fuck me? I hate him more than anything. 

“Get out.” His voice was cold, final, and cut through me like a blade. 

The humiliation burned hot in my chest and I straightened myself, trembling fingers adjusting the hem of my dress, smoothing out creases that didn’t matter. 

*Son of a bitch…*
****Next day****

I’d gotten what I wanted—no Alrigo, no mafia chains, no suffocating threats. I even had a chance to meet my brother, safe but as broken as me.

The days ahead were tiring. The bar smelled of cheap alcohol and desperation, mirroring the pit in my stomach as I wiped tables for scraps. 

I couldn’t escape the hell hole, no matter what. The bank balance of mine was laughable, a cruel reminder of how far I’d fallen.

Is this what freedom tastes like? Emptiness?

The sink was cold against my wrists as I scrubbed another glass, the steady stream of water drowning out the muffled voices and laughter from the bar beyond the kitchen doors. 

I reached for another glass when a voice broke through the sound of running water.

"You’re new here, aren’t you?"

Startled, I turned to see a girl leaning casually against the counter. She was petite but curvy, her tight uniform dress hinting at an edge of rebellion that matched the sharp eyeliner framing her hazel eyes.

I hesitated before nodding. "Yeah, I guess you could say that."

She tilted her head, studying me. "What’s your deal with Alrigo?”

The question hit me like a slap. My stomach tightened as I fought to keep my composure. 

"Deal?" I repeated, feigning ignorance, though the quiver in my voice gave me away.

She smirked. "Come on, don’t play dumb. You’re clearly not just some random hire. He doesn’t drag just anyone through those doors. So, what’s your relationship with him?”

I gripped the edge of the sink, my knuckles turning white. 

"Nothing much, I wronged him somehow." I muttered, forcing a casual tone. "I owe him money. That’s all.”

“Money? How much?” 

For a moment, the real number hovered on my lips—fifty million—but I couldn’t say it. Not because I was ashamed of the debt, that number was a brand, a marker of the auction where I’d been sold and where Alrigo had outbid every other monster in that room. 

He’d bought me—my freedom, my existence—and I couldn’t let anyone here know. Not her, and especially not him.

“Five million,” I lied, forcing the words out as casually as I could.

The girl raised an eyebrow. “Five million?” Her smirk widened, and I hated the way she was looking at me, like she could see straight through my flimsy façade. “That’s… hefty. Must’ve been some favor.” 

I kept my eyes on the dishes, refusing to engage, but my fingers trembled slightly under the faucet. She caught it, of course.

“You’ll die here before you ever pay that off if you keep scrubbing dishes to make that kind of money. It’s impossible. You’ll be here forever.”

“I manage just fine,” I muttered, my voice quieter than I wanted it to be.

She gave a low, knowing laugh. “Do you? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re barely holding on. Alrigo must love this. Keeping you running in circles for scraps while he enjoys the show.”

“Why do you care?” I snapped, my hand clenching a sponge too tightly. “Just leave me alone.”

She didn’t move. “Relax. I’m not your enemy, sweetheart. Just someone who knows the game better than you do. And I know for a fact that at this rate, you’ll still owe him when you’re old and gray.” 

I turned back to the sink, trying to end the conversation, but she didn’t move. Instead, her voice dropped, silky and conspiratorial. “But… there are other ways. Lucrative ones. Jobs that grab big bills in one night.”

What..?