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)
“No.”
He didn’t hold me with his touch…just with his voice and his eyes. Why did he have so much power over me? Why did every nerve ending in my body tell me to listen to him? One command from him began to settle the chaos and rapid fire thoughts inside of me.
“Take off my clothes,” he ordered.
I turned, tears streaming down my face and removed his shirt. He held his arms up for me so I could easily take it off, then raised his hips as I pulled down his pants. My hands shook and I could hardly see through the tears in my eyes.
He sat back down and I leaned back so I could continue to undress him.
Kieran pushed my head between his legs, and my nose nuzzled his sac. “Breathe in,” he told me, and I did.
His scent enveloped me. Calmed me.
“Lick Daddy’s balls. I’ll take care of you. I’m here,” he said and I needed those words, needed them so badly, they made a different kind of tears fill my eyes.
“Yes, Daddy,” I told him and then did it. I lapped at his sac. Tasted his salty skin. Savored his smell. I let myself focus on something so I didn’t feel like I was floating. It wasn’t just the sex, somehow I knew that, it was the giving; the act of submission that eased me.
“That’s a good boy, Jared.” His hand tangled in my hair. “Come with me. Let me take care of you.” He nudged me until I pulled back. I wanted nothing more than to bury my face between his legs again. It was absurd to think about how much I felt like I belonged there, between his legs, so I didn’t let myself think about it at all.
He told me to stand, and I did. He stood too before he led me to his room. Kieran leaned against the headboard, sitting up.
“Lie down.” He patted the bed. “I want your mouth. You need to give me what I need, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I answered automatically. Because I did. His pleasure would be my pleasure.
“Because it gives you what you need as well.”
I nodded and climbed onto the bed. I lay to the side, my feet sticking over the opposite edge of the bed, as my upper body leaned over one of Kieran’s legs.
“Suck the head. Show me how well you can listen. How good you are at being Daddy’s slut.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Everything inside of me begged to do as he said—to submit to him. To be whatever he told me to be because it was as if he lived inside my brain, as if he knew every desire I had…ones I’d never admitted to myself.
As I sucked the head of his erection into my mouth, he leaned over and grabbed the lube. He wet his fingers and slid them between my cheeks—my legs automatically spread for him. My hole felt so empty without him. I needed him to touch me there, in the place that my pleasure always wanted to come from.
He rubbed my asshole, before he pushed the tip of a finger inside. My eyes rolled back and his dick fell out of my mouth. I immediately sucked the head back in again because I fucking needed him in my mouth.
My own cock struggled to get hard in the cage, but it couldn’t get to full mast. Somehow, I was okay with it. I felt complete nursing his dick as his finger slid in and out of my ass.
“That’s it. You’re so very good at this. Such a good boy.”
My heart soared at his words.
“Take me deep. Show me how you can be my good little cocksucker.”
He pushed another finger inside me. I lowered my mouth down farther on his thick cock, wanting to be the best damn cocksucker he’d ever had.
My heart slowed and my vision cleared.
My tears stopped and I saw what he was doing, he was grounding me. He’d known I was losing it, that I hated those memories from the past, but he’d needed that information, hadn’t he? He needed to know who I was. I’d given it to him and now he was tethering me back to Earth.
I closed my eyes and focused on Kieran. On his dick in my mouth as I swallowed around the head. At his fingers in my ass, fucking me, rubbing my prostate and making me feel like I belonged to him.
I wanted to come so badly but knew I wouldn’t be able to. Not just because of the cage, but because he hadn’t told me I could. There was strange power in that, in holding off my orgasm, in not begging or letting myself succumb without Kieran telling me I could.
Maybe it didn’t make sense, but it was how I felt…powerful. My submission to Kieran, being his good boy, gave me power.