Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“Such a pretty little ass,” he said as he rubbed his hands over my globes. “It was made for Daddy, wasn’t it?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” I replied, believing that more than he did, I think.
“I can’t wait to see it red for me.”
I wanted that too. “You remember your safe word?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir.” It meant more to me than I could say that, even now, he was thinking about my safety and my ability to stop everything if we went too far.
He rubbed my ass again and then the paddle came down on my left cheek. My body jerked in surprise but, at the same time, my eyes rolled back in my head.
Smack!
A sting shot through me as the paddle then went down on my right cheek. Kieran started out gently but increased the strength as he went. My ass hurt. It felt as though it was on fire. It took a moment for me to realize tears ran down my face, but it somehow still wasn’t enough. I still needed more.
“Please, Daddy,” I begged. I wanted to bind us together. To share our pain and our pleasure. I wanted to feel him in my pores, as though he’d invaded every single millimeter of me.
Smack! He hit harder, in rapid succession. It was brutal and beautiful and calmed the raging seas inside me as tears flowed, unchecked, down my face.
Then the paddle was gone. A hot, wet tongue brushed over my cheeks. I felt Kieran’s weight on me so he must be leaning over me. I couldn’t see past my tears, couldn’t move to look at him.
He spread my cheeks and licked my hole. Tongued the epicenter of where my pleasure came from.
He picked me up and I cried more.
He set me down and I reached for him. Clung to him. Needed him.
“Shh. It’s okay. Stay still for Daddy.”
And then I melted into the mattress when he rubbed cool cream on my ass, easing my pain.
He climbed onto the bed with me and kissed my tears. “Thank you,” Kieran told me. “Such a beautiful gift.”
He was the gift; this torturous, loving, beautiful feeling he gave me was the gift.
I nuzzled closer, wishing I could climb inside him, needing him inside me.
“Please, fuck me,” I said into his neck.
“Your ass, boy.”
“I need it.” I looked at him then, saw a swirl of something unknown in his blue eyes, but something I’d never seen before. “I trust you to take care of me,” I told him and I meant every word.
Kieran handed me the sports drink and told me to drink more. I guzzled it down, not having realized how parched I was, refueling my electrolytes at the same time.
“Let me take your cage off,” he said. Panic squeezed at me.
“No!” I didn’t want it gone. Tonight, I only wanted him to come. I wanted to sacrifice that for him. I wanted my pleasure to come from Kieran’s. What better joy was there than to take my pleasure from his?
Kieran looked at me strangely again as though he was just seeing me and, for the first time, I knew I’d stumped him. For the first time, Kieran couldn’t read me.
I smiled.
“Someone is very proud of himself.” He rolled me to my side so I faced away from him. Pushed my upper leg up so it bent forward, giving him better access to my hole.
This time when I felt cool, wet fingers, it wasn’t the cream he spread on my ass, but lube on my entrance.
I waited as he wet his cock next.
Kieran pushed inside me swiftly and without any other prep. The burn was intense, but I welcomed it. Wanted it. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. He knew what I could take and what I couldn’t.
Kieran pushed up onto his hands, one on either side of me. Held himself up above me and thrust hard. Each time his groin rubbed my ass it hurt. I cried for him again, gave him my tears, that somehow washed away my painful memories.
Drops fell from his face and onto my skin. For a moment, I thought he was crying too, but it was his sweat.
I’d never felt so in tune with another person. Never felt so entwined with them. Never felt like someone else was an extension of me the way I did with Kieran in that moment.
“Such a good little hole for Daddy,” he said and my heart soared. It was what I wanted. What I needed.
Our bodies slapped together. He was both tender and fierce in his fucking.
“Whose hole is this?” he asked.
“Yours, Daddy,” I replied.
“Tell me. Tell me, it’s mine.”
“I’m your hole…your slut…” Fuck, I wanted to be those things. There was love in that, trust. Even if no one else understood it, I did. Out of the billions of people in the world, finding someone who got you, who needed the same things you did. Who could make you feel both loved and like a dirty slut, but only being that with him. It was everything.