It is twisted to hear her call her that. Perhaps it is some sort of kink that they're into. He has heard of such things before and though it has never interested him, he finds himself fantasizing how good it would feel if she was to look at him with those large, tear-filled eyes and call him that. He can't deny it brings a pleasant thrill down his spine.
"Daddy, please," she whimpers, wriggling in her constraints, her dusky little nipples pebbled in the chill of the air bouncing up and down with her breasts when she moves. There is a dusting of hair at her pubic area, a nest of curls that would hide her femininity well enough if not for the fact that she has been spread open like this. As such, he has no difficulty seeing her swollen clit, pussy lips glistening with wetness.
Erik can't see the man's expression from where he's standing, but he thinks it would be like his own, cock hard and ready to just fuck into her tight hole. "Please, what, darling?"
The man's voice is deep, a low purr that makes the hair on his arms stand on edge. His wolf wants him to decide whether to fight or run away, not stand here and do nothing.
He finds that his feet are unable to move, as though rooted to the ground, and he watches with his tongue heavy in his mouth as the man touches her, fingers gripping her neck lightly, then, moving down, lower and lower until he is brushing his fingers against the curl of soft brown hair between her legs.
"Daddy," she whines again, keening high, body arching to show off that sweetly curved back, bucking against his hand there, pulling her legs up, scrambling to gain leverage.
"No moving, darling," he warns. "Or I'm going to leave you out here for another hour."
The mere thought of her being out here, so exposed and helpless, is enough to make the front of his pants wet. What would he do if someone were to come in and laid claim to her while she is left on her own? He doesn't think anyone would be foolhardy enough to even attempt it. Yet, the thought sends a potent sort of want down his spine.
"No, no, Daddy. Please. Please. I'll be good," she pleads, crying new tears. "I won't move," she promises.
"Good girl," he says, pulling his hand back and circling around to stand behind her.
Erik quickly makes sure he is hidden behind the tree, not wanting to alert the duo of his presence, not until he sees it to an end. He doesn't know where the man is touching her until she lets out a sharp cry, body tightening, muscles tensing. "No, please," she whimpers.
"You don't like this?" he asks, feigning surprise as he does something that Erik can't see due to his position. The man tugs her tail and yanks it back, causing her to cry out loudly. He dips his free hand between her legs and pushes something up.
"Ah! Ah!" she screams.
It they were close to the city, Erik would worry about someone coming to witness this, but he knows her voice, shrill as it is, will not carry beyond the thick woods, would not be able to summon help. And it is not help she is after. Not truly.
"You don't like having this inside you, darling?" he asks.
She sobs loudly. "No, Daddy. No."
"I don't like hearing 'no', darling. You know that."
Erik should probably be ashamed by how his cock thickens at the way she sobs, hands clenching and unclenching, toes curling in short little spasms. It's clear as day now that he has something up her hole and is fucking her with it. "Ah, annnhh... Plea- pleaase, Daddy," she whines, her words distorted and garbled from the moaning.
"I know, darling. I know it's a lot," he says. "But I want you to bear it for me, alright darling? Daddy will make you feel good later, I promise."
"Please," she whimpers. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm sorry," she cries.
"I know you are," he says. "You're always sorry when you misbehave, darling child. But Daddy has to punish you so you don't do it again." He takes a step back and ignores her sputters of denial.
"I won't, I won't, Daddy. Please, please."
It's impossible not to gape at the sheer willpower the man possesses, so capable of ignoring the way she is begging. If she belonged to Erik, he would have freed her the first time she begged and from the sounds and look of it, she had been left out in the open for a long time. Instead of being cold, beads of sweat trickles down her face, mixing with her tears.
"You know why you're here, don't you, Baby?"
She sniffles and bobs her head up and down. "I- I-"
"You have to say it, darling."
"I-" she sniffles. "I went outside."
"You did," he says, leaning in and wrapping and arm around her small waist. "You're mine, Ally. My men have the same instructions. None of them do anything without permission. You aren't allowed out without asking," he bites down hard enough to leave a mark.
Erik bears her sharp cry with a grimace. He can't stop himself from staring hungrily at the duo, wishing he was in the man's place instead. His hand sneaks down the hem of his pants and he cups his erection. He hisses in a breath. He's close already. Jesus. When was the last time he came without a warm body in be wi
th him?