Monster Pucked (Pucking Monsters #2)

6. Ehrokk

CHAPTER 6

EHROKK

D addy fucked my mouth harder, his cock hitting the back of my throat. I moaned as his balls slapped against my chin, all of my senses consumed by him.

This was what I’d needed. This was what I’d been dreaming of. Someone to put me on my knees and fuck me over and over. Someone I could trust with my submission.

He let out a low, guttural growl. I kept my eyes on his face as he started to come, hot liquid gushing down my throat as I swallowed him.

His DNA is in me now.

Fuck. I’d never had such feral, unhinged thoughts before. I wanted him to possess me. Breed me.

He held me in place until he rode out his orgasm. His fingers ran through my hair, gently praising me.

“You did so well,” he murmured. “Look at me.”

I stared up at him. Every bone and muscle in my body melted as he looked down at me with an expression of pride that I desperately craved. Pleasing him brought me a sense of purpose I’d only ever felt out on the ice.

His grip tightened in my hair and I gasped as he dragged me to my feet. His strength never ceased to amaze me.

“Get on the bed,” he said.

He shoved me onto the mattress with such force that I giggled .

“Are you laughing?”

I couldn’t tell if I was in trouble or not for doing so. “It’s just that I’ve never been manhandled before,” I said.

“I see.” He smiled, fangs flashing as he knelt on the foot of the bed, reaching for something I’d only ever seen in porn.

“Is that a cock cage?” I asked.

“It is.”

He handed it to me to inspect. “There’s no way I’ll fit,” I whispered.

“Oh, it will. Believe me.”

Horny terror washed over me as I was shoved against the blankets, Marco straddling my stomach.

Wow.

He was the sexiest vampire in the world, without a doubt. Being dominated this way was a dream come true, and even though I still feared I’d mess this up somehow, I savored the moment.

He ran his hands up my chest, giving each of my nipple rings a tug. I whimpered, breath catching in my throat as he pulled them harder. My nipples must have had a mainline straight to my cock, because I hardened from the mix of pain and pleasure.

“They’re so sensitive,” he huffed. “Gods, I love your nipples. You’re so sexy.”

I blushed under his compliment. I’d never get used to someone as sexy as him complimenting me. My hips thrust up carelessly as he leaned down to suck my nipples.

“ Ahhh ,” I gasped. “Fuck.”

He massaged my pecs, cupping them as he went back and forth between my nipples.

“Good boy.”

His praise made every part of me feel good. I grunted as he sat back, smiling down at me. He reached back behind him and grabbed hold of my cock, stroking me up and down.

“Fuck,” I rasped. “Daddy. Please. Please .”

“Use your words,” he said. “Tell Daddy what you want.”

It took a moment before I could find them. The sensations pummeling me made it difficult to even form words. “I—I want—please…”

He stopped stroking me. “Use. Your. Words.”

“I want to come,” I rasped.

Marco leaned forward, his lips hovering over mine. “No. What else do you want?”

No. Just like that. And if we were anywhere else outside of the bedroom, I would have felt angry, but him denying me pleasure while giving it to me was the type of mind fuck that turned me on even more.

“But please,” I rasped. “Please let me come, Daddy.”

“I said no,” he growled. “Not until I say so.”

“Please. I’m begging you. I’m begging.” I thrust my hips up in defiance, which may have been a mistake. In a blink, he was off me, and then he was hovering over my cock, the cage in his hands.

“You fucking brat,” he growled. “I’ll let you come and we’ll deal with the consequences after. Now, fuck my hand,” he growled. “ Now .”

He’s going to let me come? Excitement rolled through me as he closed his hand around my cock and stroked me with the speed only a vampire could. I gasped as he milked me right to the edge, my entire body in shock as I suddenly came.

He used my jets of cum to lube my cock and knot. My eyes closed as I moaned, my orgasm all-consuming. My thoughts were nonexistent, even as I felt something cold against my knot and balls.

What is happening?

I forced my eyes open and looked down. Marco was fitting the first part of the cock cage over me. The ring was supposed to go over my knot and balls, but there was no way?—

“Fuck,” I gasped.

My cock had softened enough and he was quick. He managed to force the ring over my knot and pulled my balls through them too. Immediately, the constriction of it was both comforting and alarming.

I didn’t have a moment to process it before he was fitting the second part of the cage over my shaft. He had to use a bit of force, but managed to do so somewhat smoothly.

“ Oh .”

“Too much?” he asked.

“I can’t believe you got it on me.”

I watched in awe, and some slight discomfort, as he used a padlock to attach the two pieces. I heard a click and then he released me.

“Where’s the key?” I asked.

“Somewhere safe.”

Marco leaned down between my thighs, sucking one of my balls into his mouth. I arched against the bed with a cry. Part of me feared that he’d sink his fangs into my balls—a masochistic part of me hoped he would.

My breath hitched as my cock started to swell again, fighting against the metal that now wrapped around it. Now, a word rang through my mind that I’d so conveniently forgotten Marco said earlier.

Consequences .

“Daddy,” I whispered.

He ignored me as he continued to suck and tease my balls. The pressure grew until I was writhing beneath him, my fingertips digging into the blankets.

Marco sat back, licking his lips. “My needy darling. Do you remember your safeword?”

“I do.”

I didn’t want this to end. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, and I wasn’t sure I ever would again. A very real part of me worried that after tonight, Marco might never want to see me again. Stop thinking about that.

I didn’t want to think about tonight, tomorrow, or next year. I just wanted to think about him.

“Good. Turn over onto all fours.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I rolled over onto my stomach, taking a moment to breathe through the sensation of having my cock continuously squeezed in a metal vice. I got onto all fours facing the headboard and then glanced over my shoulder at Marco.

He walked across the room to a set of drawers, rummaging until he pulled out a bottle of lube. The bed creaked as he returned, always moving with a speed that surprised me. Why weren’t more vampires hockey players? We’d be fucked if we played a team with someone as fast as Marco. His supernatural abilities were amazing.

“What are you thinking about, darling?”

“That you’d kill us on the ice.”

Marco snorted. “Recruiting me for your team?”

I grinned. “No, but I’m just saying. I can’t think of any vampire hockey players.”

“Probably because, collectively, vampires are bookworms, not jocks.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m not a jock.”

“You certainly are. You are a hockey star. A sexy—” He knelt behind me and flipped the cap of the lube open. “—breedable—” He poured a generous amount in his palms and on my asshole. “—submissive—” He worked a finger inside, drawing a gasp from me. “—hockey star jock.”

“Daddy,” I moaned. “Are you going to fuck me?”

“Not fuck you. I’m going to breed you. I’m going to breed you into the next year.” A dark chuckle escaped him.

“Was that a dad joke?”

Marco barked out a laugh. “You smart ass.”

He swatted my ass cheek with his hand, the clap echoing through the room. The sting of it surprised me—I didn’t expect to like it so much.

He knew immediately. He let out a soft hum.

“On second thought… I do like the idea of you not being able to sit on the benches at the rink.”

“Fuck,” I mumbled. “I’m terrified and turned on.”

Marco leaned over and grabbed the paddle I’d eyed a few times since he’d brought it out of his closet. It was thick and made of wood.

“This is made from a wine barrel from an 1807 vintage.” He sighed happily. “The damn barrel held the best wine I’ve ever had. An aged red wine, deep and crimson. Like your ass will be in a moment.”

I sucked in a breath as he slid his briefs down, stepping out of them and then kneeling behind me. I admired his cock, wishing he’d start fucking me now. Then again, I knew that would turn me on, and the idea of being more erect while wearing this cage sounded scary…

And hot.

Marco raked his fingers through his silver hair and then gave my ass cheeks a squeeze. He slapped one of them a couple times, and then the other, moving back and forth to bring my blood to the surface.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I huffed.

“Mmm, I love how submissive you are.”

His praise made me feel good. My breath hitched as I pushed my ass back, meeting his palm.

“Good boy. Stay like that for me.”

I grunted, closing my eyes as there was a pause in the rhythm. I felt the cool surface of the paddle rubbing circles over my skin. Then, he pulled it back and struck both cheeks at the same time.

A moan left me as pain bloomed, followed by another thwack .

“Fuck,” I gasped.

“Yes, Daddy,” he corrected me. “Every time I spank you, I want to hear that.”

“ Yes, Daddy.”

A whimper left me as he spanked me again, this time much harder. Thwack, thwack, thwack.

“Yes, Daddy,” I yelped.

I was tumbling further and further into subspace.

He continued to spank me over and over again. The pain, the sting, combined with the growing pressure of my cock in the cage—all of it was building and building. Yes, Daddy became a chant I said over and over again. My muscles shivered.

“Good boy.”

Marco tossed the paddle to the side, rubbing his palms over my ass. I breathe out a sigh of relief, my cock now staining against the metal confines of the cage.

“Please fuck me,” I whispered. “Please.”

“It’s time. We have three minutes.”

Three minutes until what?

“And I know that’s as long as I can last the first time I breed you. I’ve been dreaming about taking you all week long.”

“Do vampires dream?”

Marco pinched my ass, drawing a squeak from me.

“We do. And this week, all I’ve done is dream about a sexy hockey orc with submissive eyes.”

He poured lube onto his hands and then cock, working it up and down his shaft. I was so eager for him to fuck me, I found myself pushing back again, desperate to feel him. Marco grunted and lined up the head of his cock with me, grabbing hold of my hips and stilling them.

“ Please ,” I moaned. “Please, Daddy. Please breed me.”

“ Yes .”

A low growl left him as he thrust forward, filling me to the hilt. My body arched, pleasure searing me as he pulled back, and then pumped forward again. My cock hardened in the cage, a long cry leaving me as the pressure squeezed it.

Marco reached around as he thrust in and out of me, tweaking my nipples.

“Fuck,” I said. “Daddy, this feels so good.”

“You feel amazing,” he gasped.

My eyes closed and I buried my face in a pillow, moaning into it as he fucked me harder. It was rough and full of passion, everything I wanted and needed. He was owning my body, breeding me with a fervor I craved.

His cock glided in and out of me, his fingers digging into my hips. I whimpered, my cock swelling further until I felt like I was going to burst.

“Ten,” he gasped.

Fuck, we were doing a countdown. “I’m so close,” I whined.

“ Nine .”

He fucked me harder, both of us groaning as we fought to hold out a few seconds longer.

“Eight.” Thrust . “Seven.” Thrust, thrust. “Six, five, four…”

“Three,” I panted.

“Two.”

“ One .”

Both of us cried out as we came together. It was agonizing and explosively pleasurable, his cum shooting inside of me as I came too, bursting at the seams of my cage.

“Happy New Year, Daddy,” I panted, collapsing beneath him.

Marco let out a soft chuckle and kissed my shoulder. “Happy New Year, darling.”