36 - Breed Me

36 - Breed Me

Damon

Seeing her face full of surprise and shock was euphoric. Seeing her try to fight me was even better.

“D-Damon, please no—mmgh!” I held her by the back of her neck and pushed her over the washing machine, bending her over.

“Shh,” I said, turning the machine on and spreading her legs. “Be a good kitten.”

I chuckled at her failed attempts to fight me. Her skirt was getting in the way, so I ripped off the tiny fabric and pinned her down with my weight.

“Damon?” I crooned, pulling out my cock. “I thought it was Sir, you dirty slut.”

“Please, I can’t!” she