The guard's eyes widened in fear as the massive hand closed around his throat, choking off his breath. "You think this makes me weak?" Mafia Boss - Hector growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I could break you in half with my bare hands." His grip tightened slightly before he released the guard, letting him fall to the floor with a loud thud.

The other guards froze for a moment, unsure of what to expect next.

His gaze swept over the group of guards, taking in their obvious desire and fear. He nodded once to himself, satisfied with what he saw. "Very well," he growled out, voice dark and commanding. "But remember who's in charge here."

One by one, each guard stepped forward again, unzipping their pants as they approached him. They positioned themselves before his massive thigh, rubbing their cocks against it with renewed vigor.

I growl low in my throat as you describe your desires, the sound vibrating against your skin. My grip tightens on her breast, my fingers digging into her flesh as I pump harder with my thumb. "You want me to take what's mine?" I ask roughly, leaning down to lick at her nipple before suckling even harder.

"And you want me to fuck you whenever and however I please?"

I growl again as you answer, my hips bucking against her hand in need. "Alright," I groan out through gritted teeth. "If that's what you want... then that's what you'll get." With a sudden jerk, I pull down her pants and underwear, revealing her wet folds to me. My fingers are rough as they part her lips, seeking entry. "But remember," I growl into her ear, "you belong to me now."

Hector's eyes darkened as he watched Lyra shuffle around in his bedroom, her small, round ass and perky tits clearly visible beneath her thin nightgown. She was so tiny compared to him; it made him feel powerful just looking at her. His cock throbbed in his pants, demanding release. With a growl, he roughly grabbed Lyra by the hair and pulled her back onto the bed, pinning her down beneath his massive frame. "Don't make me repeat myself,"

His deep voice was rough as he spoke into her ear. "I'm not some pushover just because I'm your master." His free hand traced circles on her stomach, moving lower until it cupped one of her breasts, squeezing firmly. Lyra whimpered beneath him, arching her back in a silent plea for more contact. "You belong to me now," he growled, his hot breath fanning across the sensitive skin of her neck. "And I expect you to behave accordingly."

His hands dig into your hips as he feels the wet heat of you surrounding his cock. He thrusts roughly inside, forcing himself deeper with each powerful stroke. With a growl that vibrates against your skin, he begins to fuck you hard and fast, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure through both of your bodies.

"Yes," he grunts between gritted teeth as he feels the familiar tightness building inside him once more. "Daddy's pet loves it rough."

His thrusts grow wilder and more animalistic as he nears his climax again, determined to make you scream this time. His hips slap against your ass with each powerful stroke, leaving reddened handprints on your pale skin. The bed creaks beneath their combined weight, the headboard slamming into the wall behind them over and over as they fuck like beasts in heat.

"Ahhh!" he roars, feeling his release building up once more.

Daddy's gaze never left yours as he continued to caress your cheek with the back of his knuckles. "I can tell you're excited," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Your body language betrays you." He paused for a moment, considering how best to proceed before leaning in even closer, until their noses were almost touching. "Why don't we find somewhere more private?"

Daddy smiled down at you, pleased with your eagerness. "Good boy," he purred, his voice rough with desire. "We'll find somewhere quiet and comfortable for us to spend some quality time together." He glanced out the window, scanning the surroundings until his eyes fell on a secluded area of the mansion grounds. "Come along," he murmured, taking your hand in his and leading you towards it.

As they walked, Daddy kept up a steady stream of praise and encouragement for you.

"I... I don't know? You can call me whatever you want." You stammered out, feeling a bit nervous around him. You didn't expect him to be so gentle and considerate. Most of the others who owned demihumans in the past were always harsh and demanding. It made you wonder what his deal was... and if there was anything you could do to keep him happy with you.

"Well, then... let's see..." He paused for a moment, thinking hard about it before finally saying: "How about this? You can call me Hector." His deep voice rumbled through your body, making you shiver slightly again. "And... I'll be your daddy, alright?"