Make Me: The World of Knott

They were the only words I could get out, but it had the exact response I wanted. He slid the plug down, coating it in my slick before it returned to my asshole.

“Oh, princess, my pretty Omega. Scream for daddy.”

His hand was firm on my back as he held me down and that plug, that plug that was far too wide, began to push its way inside. Fire ringed my core, it radiated down my legs, rattled my pussy lips as I fought him. He didn’t let go. He didn’t stop.

I screamed.

My throat ripped as the pressure pulled through me.

“Good girl. Oh, my good girl. Daddy’s good girl.” Aldric’s hand moved up and down my spine, the touch soft even as he held me down. “Look at that clench. Your body is going to take this, and then it will take my knot. Just breathe. Scream and breathe for your Alpha.”

His hand continued to move up and down my spine, and I tried to focus on it, but it wasn’t really helping. My mind was focused only on the plug, on his finger that was gently stroking around my asshole as he spread me.

“So beautiful.” Aldric’s hands shifted to my hips as he touched me again.

He held the plug in, his fingers circling my clit only to be replaced by the icy flick of his tongue before it moved against my opening. He tasted me, his tongue moving through my folds, dipping into me as my slick became a flood.

“I have never tasted anything so divine,” he moaned between my legs as he sucked at my opening, as his tongue found my clit.

As he bit down.

Any remaining pain vanished, my body relaxing as the burn of the cuts twisted into warm desire, my ass loosening as the plug slid the rest of the way in.

I moaned, attempting to writhe in pleasure as Aldric twisted the plug inside of me, his tongue still flicking against my clit. My body was moving into the same deep need of last night, my frenzy taking control as I screamed for what I really needed.

“Fuck me, daddy.”

“Look at that gape… Soon, princess. Soon you will take daddy. But for now… the best torture is in waiting… And how I love to make you cry for me, moan for me. You will hold this for daddy and dream of me. Then I will be back to claim you.”

Holding me by just the plug, my hips were forcefully jerked up and my face into the tile as Aldric lifted me off the platform. My knees left the table, my asshole burning from the weight. From the control.

It was wonderful.

“Daddy!” I screamed, but he just laughed.

I needed his knot.

Instead, he walked away. His laugh drifted to the door and it was just me on the platform, Aldric holding Dawn against him as he and the other assistant stood next to the door.

“Daddy,” I whispered, looking up to him as tight coils of need ripped through my body.

I needed him.

“There is joy in waiting. For me at least.”

My brain was moving too slow through my frenzy. I couldn’t understand why he was so far away. Why he wasn’t pressing that glorious length of his into me. Why he was just standing there, smiling as he kept Dawn from me.

“Daddy,” I moaned again, my body straightening as I tried to sit, only to feel the giant plug still pressed into my ass, the straps I had felt before keeping it in place. My body clenched against it, my cunt tightening.

I needed a knot.

I could feel the pressure that would satiate this need, but it was in the wrong place. Everything was in the wrong place.

“Daddy.” It was a plea now, but he just stood there smiling. He knew what he was doing. He knew what he had done. He had come here to torture me, and what he had done was worse than the torture his knife could bring.

“You take that out, and I promise that you will be in more pain than you are now. I am going to love making you writhe, princess.” He smiled, the pricks of his teeth bright in the dim light. Then he was gone.

Dawn was gone.