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’m going to hold your head down because it’ll please me. Try not to fight it, Jared. Give yourself to me and what I want.”
I nodded around his cock. He pushed his fingers deeper in my ass. His thumb rubbed my butt cheek. He wasn’t even fucking me with them now, just keeping them inside of me.
Kieran used his other hand to push my head. His dick hit the back of my throat. My legs thrashed slightly and he rubbed my prostate while he pushed harder on my head.
It felt as though my throat tried to close around him. His cock was cutting off my air. My nose was in his pubes, and my eyes had begun to water.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, when my throat burned and I felt like I would suffocate in this moment with Kieran’s dick in my throat, he let go of my head.
I pulled off him; gasped for breath. He wiped the tears from my face.
“You are so fucking beautiful like this. Your lips swollen. Tears streaking down your face. Such a good little hole for me.”
I thrust against the bed and rubbed my face against his thigh—needing friction, needing him, needing him to continue talking to me like that and praising me that way. “Thank you, Daddy,” I told him because it was all about this moment. About being in his bed, being nothing more than a hole for him. I wanted nothing else in this life this second.
I cried out when Kieran’s fingers slid out of me. I reached for him, but he just kneeled, jerked my body and turned me. He squirted lube in his hand and rubbed it on his cock before he lay down on top of me—his chest to my back and shoved his erection in with one powerful push.
“Daddy, please,” I begged, though I didn’t know what I begged for. He put his hand over my mouth, then pushed a finger inside of it as he rutted into me.
My whole body ached. My cock screamed with pain against the cage. It begged to fill and then spill my load all over his bed but I couldn’t.
“This ass was made to be fucked, boy. A perfect little bottom that wants nothing more than an alpha cock. I can’t wait to come inside you for the first time. Ask me. Ask me to come inside you.”
He moved his hand. My words were choppy as he slammed into me but I managed to say, “Please, Sir…please…come inside me.”
I wanted nothing more than to have my ass filled with Kieran’s cum. To feel him shoot inside of me—warm and sticky and gently running down my leg.
No one had ever come inside me before, but fuck, did I need it. It was like Kieran would be marking me, staking his claim as he bred me.
He fucked me harder. Put his hand around my throat and squeezed. We were so in tune. It was as if we were one person right then. His pleasure was my pleasure. His wants were my wants. His heartbeat was my heartbeat.
He gave me breath when he knew I needed it.
He let go of my throat and shoved his dick deeper. It grew, thickened and flexed inside me as he shot his load. He squirted, filled me and there was nothing like the feeling of Kieran’s cum in my hole. It was as if I was made for it.
The fuzziness in my vision started again.
I heard Kieran shushing me but I couldn’t move, couldn’t see. I was so tired, so sated from serving him.
“Such a good boy,” he whispered as he pulled me close and spooned me. I wondered if his cum dripped from my ass and onto his thigh, but figured I was too tight. I wanted to hold it inside me anyway. That was my last thought for the night.
I fell asleep as Daddy held me, cared for me.
CHAPTER SIX
Kieran kept me in my cock cage for the next couple days. “I want you to get used to it,” he’d told me. I found that I was turned on by wearing something around my dick, in public, when no one knew. What would my coworkers think if they knew what was hidden beneath my suit—a Liberator on my cock? What would my clients think?
It felt dirty, and exciting, and incredibly forbidden, which was apparently what got me going. But at the same time, it felt loving and as if Kieran was taking care of me. My brain tried to tell me it didn’t make sense for something that locked me up to feel as if it freed me, but I think it was in not having the choice—if that made any sense. It was in Kieran taking the decision of coming, or not coming, away from me. That giving up of power was what had set me free.