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)
I couldn’t stop shaking but, fuck, I wanted this. I straddled his lap. He held the base of his dick and aimed it at my hole as I slid down on his thick piece of meat.
“Oh fuck…fuck, Daddy.”
He smacked my butt again at the use of the word. When he was balls deep in my ass, I let out a deep breath, a breath that felt like it had been trapped inside of me for years. “Please,” I said even though I didn’t know what I was begging for.
“Ride it,” he said, so I did. I rolled my hips and lifted my ass, trying so damn hard to bring my Sir pleasure. To earn him. To show him I wanted him and no one else. To show him he owned me.
He held my hips, dug his nails into my skin. Squeezed me to the point where I would have welcomed bruises on my skin.
“Such a tight little hole. Christ, I’m going to love tearing it up.”
He thrust then, fucked me hard as I bounced on his lap.
“Remember your orgasms are mine. Don’t come until I tell you.”
“Yes…yes, Sir,” I said as I continued to ride him.
He pinched my nipples and slapped my ass. Told me I was his slut, his whore. That he wanted to mark me. Wanted his scent all over me. Every word bound us together, made me feel more and more his, more like Daddy’s boy. I didn’t want to just be a slut or a whore but I wanted to be his slut and his whore.
And when his dick throbbed inside me and his muscles tightened as he came, I was the proudest fucking boy I could be because I’d given that to him, the same way he was giving it to me.
“Please…please. Let me come,” I asked riding him hard. My balls were so tight and so full. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold off and I didn’t want to disappoint him again.
“Give it to me. Give me your cum,” he said and I let loose, shot on his chest. Fell apart in the most overpowering orgasm I’d ever had.
“Shhh. I got you,” he said and then he was scooping up my jizz and bringing his fingers to my mouth. I’d never done this before, eaten my own cum but I would do it for him. I’d do anything he wanted.
I sucked his fingers clean and then, when he wiped the rest of it off his chest, I cleaned them again.
“Good boy. You have been such a good boy for me.”
My body felt light…as though I was floating. Flying. I couldn’t open my eyes. Couldn’t talk as I felt Kieran stand. As his cock slipped from my ass. As he carried me to his room and laid me down.
We had a lot to figure out. I knew I still had a punishment coming but all I could do was savor this moment. Savor the calm I felt in his care, knowing he had been right all along. I needed this, needed to be Daddy’s boy.
PART TWO
THE ACCEPTANCE
CHAPTER ONE
I woke up knowing Kieran was beside me in the bed. He didn’t touch me. In fact, I was sure he had his back to me, but I knew he was there.
The day came back to me in overwhelming waves threatening to suck me under—Phil, coming to Kieran’s, admitting the things I did: the things I needed…the feel of him inside of me and the calm that overtook me when I finally gave in to this need. The calm that filled me at the thought of Kieran being there for me.
I rolled over, wanting to see him there. The bed shifted as I did. As I’d thought, he had his back to me. There was a light dusting of freckles on his shoulders. His skin was pale, his white-blond hair mussed in the back as though he’d slept on it.
I wanted him to roll over and kiss me; take me. To tell me to serve him because I found great joy with Kieran’s dick in my mouth. I wanted him to reinforce that I was his and yearned to understand exactly what that meant. I wanted him to punish me for going home with Phil, even though there was a quiet voice in my brain telling me I shouldn’t long for such things. Despite what he said and what I felt, there was a part of me that still felt this was dirty. That maybe there was something wrong with me for desiring the things I did.
As if he sensed my blood pressure rising, and my self-doubt clawing to the surface, Kieran turned to face me.
“I can’t believe I slept all night,” I told him when he didn’t speak.
He reached out and fingered a lock of my short, dark hair. “You needed it. Rest is important; you need to take care of your body.”