Separation Anxiety

by A B Darling Little

  It's hard, but she doesn't mind working.

  This- this is another way to help. She's earning money here too and the money is going straight into the orphanage funds.

  She has to remind herself that she's doing this for the good of everything when she's faced with an Alpha Werewolf easily three times her size, looming down at her like she's something disgusting he had accidentally stepped into for all of five seconds before he turned completely.

  He picked her up and wrapped his strong arms around her, pulling her into his home before she could blink. Once they're in the safety of his home, his territory, he "Hello, baby girl," he murmurs with his mouth against her hair, breathing in deep. "You're mine now."

  His. He told her from the first night that he had her and it replays in her head when she feels sad. Whenever she feels lonely and confused by everything that's happening and the changes her body is going through. Granted, that doesn't happen very often because Daddy never leaves her alone for more than a few minutes at a time.

  She wakes in Daddy's arms most days.

  He had woken up in the middle of the night and decided to carry her into his bed instead of letting her alone in her crib.

  He always holds her so possessively, squeezing around her waist to pull her closer, even when it's not physically possible for their bodies to get any closer to each other.

  "Pretty baby," he murmurs, mouthing along the back of her neck. "The prettiest."

  Her gut flips at the compliment. She doesn't think she's very pretty. She's always been a little bit on the smaller side and her peers would tease her for it, calling her a chipmunk and poking fun at the fact that she can't reach most of the high shelves in the orphanage. It also means that she fits comfortably in the small beds though, so she never minded her smaller stature.

  Her attention is yanked back to the present by the sensation of his lips pressing against the back of her neck, his exhales leaving a burning heat there.

  "Daddy," she whimpers, trying to shimmy out of his grip, but his hold on her only tightens, dragging her closer until she can feel his chest against her lower back, his strong thighs hot on hers. "Daddy?" It's hard to not be affected by the proximity. He's so strong and big and when he moves just the right way, she can feel his cock brushing against her bum, half hard already. She wishes the diaper is out of the way so she can feel it against her skin- and that's such a surreal thought that she can't help but giggle.

  "What's so funny, baby?" he mouths alone the back of her neck, palm still splayed comfortingly on her stomach before he seems to change his mind about being proper and undoes the buttons on her onesie, tugging it open until he can slide his fingers directly against her bare skin.

  Her breath hitches and she stops giggling to herself.

  "How's that feel, baby" he murmurs, feeling up her chest until his fingers are touching her nipples, brushing over the nubs until they turn pebbled and hard. He's so warm and she can't help but let out a keening whimper as pleasure jolts down her spine.

  "Good, Daddy," she whimpers.

  "Good, huh?" he chuckles, his voice going low and rumbling, licking up her neck until she can feel his burning exhales behind her ear.

  "Daddy," she whines, breathless and shaking from the touches. His other hand slides across her nappy and with a loud noise, he yanks the taps off, lifting her up gently so that he can pull her diaper all the way off and leave her bottom half naked.

  He's never done this before, but she knows he's wolf enough to scent arousal and frustration from her. Maybe he's going to help her come? She hopes so. She's been waiting for this for weeks now. Their bond isn't complete until he claims her.

  "Pretty little thing," he murmurs with a wet swipe of tongue along her pulse. "Daddy knows you've been feeling restless," he mouths along her neck, shifting closer.

  "Daddy," she whines, feeling overwhelmed already and he hasn't really done anything yet, just touched her in a few places.

  He's growling, like a cat with it's back raised, a comfortable vibrating noise that seems to go through her bones and make her whole body shake minutely.

  "Daddy, Daddy," she whines, her voice going shrill and a little bit panicked when his fingers slide between her legs, finding the wet slit there.

  "Shh.." he murmurs. "You're alright, baby. That's it... Just relax," he murmurs, rubbing his fingers up and down her slit, sending pleasure coursing through her spine and making her feel weak all over. Her body is shaking- trembling. It feels so good and yet too much already.

  "Daddy," she whimpers.

  "Keep your legs open. That's it," he says. "You're mine, my sweet baby."

  The rumble travels up and down her back like an invisible tongue and she holds back a sound at the sensation.

  "That's it. Good girl," he whispers, nuzzling his face into her neck, nibbling the skin there, sharp fangs making her skin prickle.

  "No, Daddy," she breathes pathetically, trying to twist around so she can wretch back a little bit of control.

  "Feels good, doesn't it, baby?" he murmurs, rubbing at her opening, pushing in just to the first knuckle. It's such a surreal sensation, being spread open from the inside.

  "No," she lies.

  "Liar," he murmurs, sliding two fingers in deeper.

  A desperate sound escapes her.

  She looks down to see his fingers disappearing into her hole over and over again. Her lower lip trembles when she realizes she can't stop the sound that escapes her. It swells inside her slowly, even slowly compared to how slowly Daddy's pressing his fingers inside of her tight hole, opening her up inch by inch. The initial press of it has her clenching down against the pleasure of it and she leans back, dropping her head against his chest, trying to ground herself and find her control, losing the battle terribly as her lips part and she's crying out loudly.

  "Yes. Just like that, darling," he growls, pulling his fingers out and sliding them back in, free hand rubbing her nipples.

  She whimpers into the air and his grip on her tightens possessively. She feels something hot and hard rub between her thighs, and then his fingers are sliding out and he's nudging the head of his cock to her opening.

  Even without looking, she knows it's too big for her to take. She can feel it on her inner thigh, so thick and hard and so hot. "No, Daddy," she whines.

  "Yes, baby," he chuckles, spreading her pussy lips open and pressing against her opening.

  He pushes against her opening again and again, and she thinks it's no use, it's not going to fit. He sinks into her slowly from behind and her back arches. It doesn't hurt, as she worried it would. And yet, it feels overwhelming. Her mouth parts and she lets out a desperate sob, "Daddy, Daddy, no, ah ah, Daddy," she whimpers.

  "You're so good, darling," he growls. "So tight and perfect." His satisfaction vibrates through her and even more so when that fullness in her pussy pushes against the spot that makes her body tremble and tense.

  "Ah, ah," she cries.

  "You’re so right around me. Does it feel good?" he asks as if he doesn't know, as if he isn't aware that he's making her dizzy from the pure pleasure- pure bliss of having him inside her.

  The slide inside of her is languid and precise, just the head, pulsing in and out, enough to make her feel him breach her again and again. The intensity of it continues to push air out of her lungs that comes out in choked off sounds like she's in pain. There's a pressure in her core that he builds by pinching and tugging her nipples.

  "Daddy," she pleads for something she doesn't understand herself, writhing back against him like her body is on fire. She's too aware of everything that's happening, his fingers on her skin, his cock pulsing in and out of her, still teasing, not pushing all the way in, but plunging just enough to make her feel like she's going to fall apart. "Daddy," she cries.

  He seems to know exactly what she wants, though. His fingers tighten around her nipple and her clit, pinching tight enough to hurt the same time he plunges in deep. She cries out, her body arching and s
eizing as she comes from the overwhelming sensation of being filled full to the brim.

  "Oh, oh," she screams, everything too much for her to take at once. He doesn't slow, doesn't relent as he starts pumping his cock in and out of her faster and faster, prolonging her orgasm until she can't take it. It is the most intense one she has ever gotten, her toes curling and the heat in her gut spreading through her body until she can't breathe. He fucks her hard, large hand on her hips now, keeping her in place.

  "It's like you're made for me, love," he growls, pulling away suddenly and then twisting them around on the bed, shifting her until her ankles are pressed against his shoulder. He plunges into her tight heat again, fucking her with newfound vigor. "Look, baby," he growls, cradling the back of her head and lifting her up slightly, letting her see how their bodies are connected, how his massive cock is pulsing in and out of her, disappearing and reappearing, hot and wet and so terribly big.

  "Daddy, Daddy," she chants it over and over until tears leak from her eyes, until her body is clenching down again too soon. He lifts her hips up to meet his own, fucking so deep inside her that she stops breathing altogether, fingers clawing over his back without thinking.

  The bed squeaks and he leans down, capturing the rest of her pleas with his mouth and that's all it takes to make her come undone and she comes again to the feel of his cock pulsing insider her, thrusting deep once, twice, and then he's coming too, filling her up until she can't breathe at all.

  Chapter Six: Knot

  She wakes in the middle of the night, her mind fussy and her body heavy. There's a peculiar sensation inside of her and she's sitting on a bouncy chair. It takes a few seconds for her to realize that she's not on a bounce doll, she's on top of Daddy and he's still fucking her, but their positions have switched and he's underneath her now.

  "Daddy?" she murmurs blearily. She doesn't have time to feel embarrassed by how naked she is because now that she's awake, she can feel everything at once, the thickness of his cock still pulsing in and out of her that seem to have grown impossibly thicker while she was unconscious. "Daddy, ah, ah," she cries, trying to push herself up and off him, but that only causes a tugging sensation in her core that makes her scream out in a combination of pain and sharp pleasure.

  "You can't get away, baby girl," he growls. "That's my knot, darling," he says, his hands on her wrists, pushing her back down to sink into his cock and take him as deep as bodily possible.

  "Daddy?" she whines, not quite understanding why they're stuck together. She might not know much about sex, but she knows enough to know that people don't get stuck together after sex. Or during sex? Not unless something's gone wrong? Her heartbeat begins to speed up as she panics.

  "Shh... It's alright, baby. Daddy's right here," he says, pulling her down until she's leaning on his chest. She gasps for air, her ears pressed to his chest until she can hear his heartbeat. She can only center her attention long enough to feel him inside of her, thick and hard still.

  Against her better judgement, she begins to relax, having long since associated proximity with Daddy as safety and contentment. Her mouth finds something pebbled and she mouths at his nipple, causing him to hiss, and then rumble.

  "Alright, darling. Alright," he coos, letting her gentle herself back to sleep by mouthing at his nipple.

  ...

  Daddy begins to fuck and knot her all the time after that. He always plays with her pussy after changing her nappy and sometimes make her so aroused but then doesn't let her come until she has to beg for it.

  He fucks her into the bed in the morning, makes her scream against him in the bath after, and then bounces her on his cock as he feeds her from her milk bottle. She doesn’t like that last one so much because she would choke on her bottle sometimes and it makes her upset, but Daddy loves it the most. He’s always bouncing her on his cock when he feeds her.

  "That's it, baby," he growls, pushing her down and sliding his hand around her waist, one hand holding the bottle to tip her head back while the other curls around her to keep her from moving away. He fucks her until she forgets to drink at all, milk dripping down her mouth and onto her chin, making a mess.

  Daddy doesn't care, fucking up into her tight heat again and again until she can't handle it much more and starts crying from how full she feels, not just her belly, but her womb as well. He's come inside her so much that come is leaking through the sides of her pussy, sticky against her inner thigh.

  Insatiable, he licks away her tears and keep fucking her, blinding her with pleasure as he comes again, then reaches over deftly to pick up the bottle she had dropped and pushing it past her open mouth, coaxing her to keep drinking as he fills her up from every hole.

  "Pretty little baby," he growls and she recognizes the sensation of him growing inside her, his knot forming to lock them together. She's fully seated on him and her body tenses, close to coming again.

  "Daddy," she pants and his hands raise up to her nipples, pinching both at once and then pulling them, tugging hard. Her toes curl and her head drops back. He pushes up and his cock rubs a part of her that makes her see white.

  She can only hold on as she sobs through the intense orgasm, bucking against his grip as she's fucked so perfectly deep, deep inside. Finally, she collapses against him, exhausted even though she's only been awake for a few hours.

  He lets her sleep on his lap as they wait for his knot to soften enough.

  "You're so pretty, baby girl," he presses a kiss to her forehead. Daddy praises her a lot, whispering sweet things in her ear until her insides quiver, until she has to squeeze her eyes shut and lean close.

  "Daddy." Her breath catches on the word, so she bites her lips. She can still feel him inside of her and her tummy is so full that she feels bloated. He's slick inside her, pressing and going deeper, throbbing and filling her up with his seed. His fingers rub her breasts, pinching her nipples, teasing.

  "So lovely. Daddy's perfect little baby," he rumbles. "You're such a pretty darling. Daddy loves you so much. Daddy takes good care of you, right?"

  She nods and he tips her head to the side so he can consume her mouth, slide his tongue into her mouth and consume her form the inside. Her toes curl, the shift of their bodies making his cock press deeper into her.

  "So pretty, baby girl," he growls, rocking up into her again.

  "No, Daddy," she sobs because she can't escape his punishing fingers.

  "Daddy's perfect baby girl," he says. "So tight and perfect," he licks up her chin, cleaning the mess she's made of herself, rumbling praises that are punctuated by thrusts deep, deep inside.

  ...

  It's two weeks after that first night that he begins talking to her about going back to work, but he has a solution.

  He's going to bring her with him.

  Chapter Seven: Office Exhibitionism

  Lucky enjoys his work. He makes sure Alpha isn't to be disturbed when he's one of his 'moods', mostly due to the fact that he is Alpha Werewolf with more wolf-like tendencies. Alphas are known to be hot-tempered and oftentimes prefer settling arguments with claws.

  These days, there's not much for him to do because Alpha always seem to be in an agreeable mood. He knows why, of course. He has a Little assigned to him and having her closer all the time ensures that he's always calm.

  It's hard to ignore how possessive his Alpha is of his little pup and even harder to ignore the fact that she is perched in his lap right now. They're in his office and she's bouncing on his cock like it's the most natural thing in the world to do, never mind that Lucky is standing right there.

  She is a delicate little thing, sweet and soft, and she does make such lovely little noises. She's making them right now, short 'ah, ah, ah,'s as she rocks herself into his cock. She's straddling his lap, arms wrapped around his neck and face buried in the nape of his neck.

  Her back is bare and she isn't wearing anything at all, from what he can see. Below her hips, the table blocks his view, but he can see - and
scent - enough to know what's happening.

  "Daddy, Daddy," she whines, mouthing his Alpha's neck as he curls his hand around her waist, lifting and lowering her onto his cock again and again.

  "Alpha? "he clears his throat, trying to get his attention. After all, he as the one who had called for him in the first place. He is sorely tempted to walk straight out, but doing that would be disobeying a direct order.

  "One moment," said Alpha snarls, baring sharp fangs and tightening his grip on his pup, but otherwise making no indication of stopping, or even pausing, for that matter.

  His Alpha doesn't want him to leave, so he's going to stay. He tries to ignore what he's seeing as best as he can, but it's difficult. He may be a professional, but he's also a man, and on top of that, he's also a wolf. The instinct to protect and please the Alpha's Little is strong and she's making such beautiful distressed little noises that he takes a step forward before he realizes that he's getting too close and locks his muscles in place, stepping back immediately.

  Alpha doesn't seem to mind, however, baring his fangs at him, but not as a threat, a greeting, an invitation to join them if he so wishes.

  He has to dig his nails into his palm, using the pain to ensure that he's not having a surreal dream.

  "Alpha, would you like me to return later?" he suggests, his control growing thin.

  "Stay," his Alpha growls and he suddenly understands why he's here in the first place. Protection. His Alpha is exposed right now, fucking his pup out in public and he wants one of his pack mates her to make sure that they're safe. It is a paranoid though. Nobody would attack them in their office building.

  Then again, he supposes if anyone is allowed to be paranoid, then it's their Alpha. He nods curtly. "Of course, Alpha. I'll stand guard," he says and takes a careful step back to lock the office door, ensuring them privacy.