Daddy Alpha I’m In Heat (Lily and Connor) novel Chapter 42

~Lily~

“Do not make me repeat myself. Strip and pole dance now.”

My heart stopped so hard I actually slapped my thighs under the table to make sure I was still alive. I could not believe what he had just said to me. He was not joking. He was not teasing. He was giving me a direct order like my humiliation was already scheduled on his calendar.

“Wait, wait, wait,” I burst out, words muffled against his palm but still spilling out in a rush. “You cannot be serious. You actually want me to take this dress off? This dress that I picked carefully because it makes me look innocent but also kind of hot?

“You want me to just peel it off like a banana in the middle of a restaurant and then wrap my body around a pole like some stripper from a movie montage? I barely know how to walk in a straight line without falling, and now you want me to turn into a professional dancer? This is insane.

Absolutely insane. My thighs will stick, my hair will frizz, I will probably fall on my ass and break something, and then you will laugh at me forever.”

My wolf cut in with a, smug laugh. He will not laugh at you, Lily. He will watch you, and you will drip.

You are trembling already because you want him to see you like that. Stop lying to yourself.

“I do not want him to see me like that!” I shrieked back inside my own head, except oh no, my body betrayed me again. My nipples were hard, pushing against the fabric, and I could feel the humiliating wetness gathering between my thighs like I was preparing to lubricate the entire pole before I even touched it.

Connor’s eyes narrowed and his thumb pressed hårder against my cheek, warning me without words.

“Oh my God, you are serious,” I babbled, louder now because my panic had no brakes. “You are actually serious. You want me to strip right here, right now.

“You want me to take everything off, my underwear included, and just..just dance like some circus act while you sit there and watch me fall apart. Do you know how embarrassing this is? Do you know how cold that pole looks?

“What if I get stuck? What if my butt squeaks against it and then you never let me live it down? Connor, I swear this is going to kill me. This is going to literally kill me. This is going to be on my tombstone: Here lies Lily, forced to pole dance naked in a restaurant while her wolf laughed at her misery.”

My wolf wagged her tail and purred, completely unbothered. Your tombstone will say she belonged to him, and she liked it. Stop pretending you are not wet for this.

I gasped so loud I thought I swallowed the entire atmosphere. “I am not wet for this!” I whispered into his palm, except the heat between my thighs burned hotter than fire, and I knew he could smell it.

Connor’s voice came again. This time you could tell he was fucking serous.

“Now, pumpkin.”

The way he said it made my blood freeze. It was final, it was absolute, it was not a suggestion, it was not a threat, it was a verdict already signed. My whole body jolted, my throat locked, but my mouth moved before my brain could stop it.

“No!” The word exploded out of me, and way too loud in the empty restaurant. My chest heaved like I had just run five miles, my palms slapped against the table even though his hand was still clamped on my jaw, and my heart was crashing so hard I thought it would break my ribs.

“No, Connor, I cannot do that. I am not going to do that. You cannot just tell me to take my dress off and rub myself on a pole like some exotic dancer. I am not a stripper, I have never done anything like that, and you know damn well I would look ridiculous if I tried.

“I would slip, I would fall, I would end up on the floor with my legs tangled and then what? You would just sit there and watch me embarrass myself until I cried? No. Absolutely not. I cannot. I will not.”

My wolf snorted like she could not believe me. You say no with your mouth, but your body is already begging. You are wet enough to drown. You are shaking, you are burning, you are waiting for him to force you. Stop lying.

“I am not lying!” I screamed inside my head, and then my real voice kept pouring out because I did not know how to stop. “This is humiliating. This is insane. This is not normal, Connor. People do not do this.

“You do not just buy a restaurant, clear it out, and tell your girlfriend to strip for you in the middle of the floor like you own the entire world. Do you even hear yourself?

“Do you understand how twisted this is? You want me naked on a pole with nothing on but shame. You want me spread open for you in the most humiliating way possible, and you think I am going to just say yes? No! That is my answer. No!”

My wolf laughed so hard she rolled in my head. Your answer might be no, but your thighs are clenching and your panties are soaked. You are going to do it, and you are going to love it, and he knows it already.

Heat crawled up my face until I thought my skin would peel off. My body was betraying me in every possible way.

My nipples were hard, my thighs were pressed tight.

“I am not wet!” I blurted out. My hands flew up to cover my mouth, but Connor’s grip yanked them down so fast I gasped.

His fingers clamped tighter around my jaw until I thought he might shatter it. His face was right there, close enough that every breath he took scraped against my skin, his eyes drilling through me like I was nothing but glass.

“You think you can tell me no?” His voice was low but sharp enough to slice me open. “You think no means something when it comes from your mouth, pumpkin? I will teach you what happens when you disobey me. I will drag you to that pole myself, and I will rip that dress off your body seam by seam until every single inch of you is exposed.

“And then I will make you wrap your naked little pussy around it while I sit here and watch you humiliate yourself. You do not get to tell me no. You do not get to hide. You are mine, and you will do exactly what I tell you.”

He leaned closer, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as he whispered, “If you make me stand up, pumpkin, if you make me touch that dress myself, then your punishment will not end with the pole. I will bend you over the table, and I will fuck you until every single scream you have dies in your throat. I will ruin you so deeply that you will never forget what happens when you tell me no. Do you understand?”

I knew exactly what I should say. I should nod, I should whisper “yes,” I should keep my mouth shut and survive.

But no, not me. My head tilted back before I could stop it, my lips parted, and out came the words that were going to ruin me. “I understand, Daddy.”

“I understand that you want me to be your little show. I understand you want me to crawl out of this dress and wrap myself around that pole until I am wet enough to shine under the lights.

“I understand that you want me to humiliate myself while you sit there and watch me fall apart, and you do not care if I cry or beg or lose every shred of dignity I have left. You want me naked and dripping and desperate, Daddy, is that what you want?”

My wolf groaned, clutching her stomach from laughing so hard. Oh, you are insane. You just poked the beast and told him to bite. You are begging for him to destroy you, and he will.

I tried to clamp my lips shut but it was useless. The flood kept coming. “You want me to grind my pussy on that pole until I am soaked and shaking and begging you to let me stop.

“You want me to spread my legs wide so you can see every humiliating inch of me while I do it. You want me to say no with my mouth but yes with my body, don’t you? You want me ruined, Daddy, ruined so badly I cannot even look at myself after. Is that what you wanted me to understand?”