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 almost came then but he told me not to and pulled away. I cried for it. Begged for it. Wanted it so badly but I wanted to obey him more. The sense of pride I got from being good for him, from listening to him, was just as powerful as any orgasm—maybe more.
I never thought the sweet torture would end, and then Kieran was easing off me again.
“Please…don’t go.” I tugged on the cuffs around my wrists, trying to break free.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
He lubed his erection and I almost came right then. Kieran leaned over me and pushed his cock inside with one swift thrust. I continued to tug on the cuffs at my wrists and my legs kicked out as I tried to find purchase. To meet his thrusts, but I couldn’t get far. I didn’t want to get away from him. I just couldn’t stay still.
I wanted him to seek pleasure in my body. Wanted to give it to him because Kieran’s pleasure was my pleasure…but I yearned for him to make me come apart, too.
“Such a tight, hot hole. It was made for Daddy’s cock.”
“Yes,” I replied as he thrust into my body.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy.” He stretched me deliciously. It burned and ached, but felt so fucking good. My body jolted every time he thrusted. I wanted to touch him but wanted to be tied down for him at the same time.
I wanted him to cum inside me. Wanted to be full of Kieran’s cream.
I looked over my shoulder. Sweat was running down his forehead and splashing on my back. Our bodies were slick. They slapped together.
“Fuck…so close, boy. Do you want it? Do you want Daddy’s load?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied. My body light, my mind already felt as though it was slipping away.
“Such a good boy. You want to be my good little cum dump, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I answered. I wanted it so much. Needed it.
Kieran thrust hard. The second his thick cock was buried deep, I felt his erection jerk inside me. Felt the heat of his cum as it spurt in my hole. In this moment, I was his cum dump, and I wanted nothing more. I just wanted to be filled with him—wanted to bring him pleasure.
He kept pumping, then leaned down close to my ear. It was dark…my eyes were closed. I couldn’t seem to open them. He sounded so far away when he said, “I think Daddy’s good boy deserves to come.”
He thrust hard and I came apart. My hips rocked forward as I shoved my groin into the mattress and spilled my load. Kieran pulled out and I nearly begged him to get back inside. I wanted him there, wanted to be full of him, but then his fingers were pushing into my sore hole. “So sexy, seeing my cum leak out of you. Hold it in for me. This is where it belongs.”
I tried to squeeze but I had no clue if it was working or not. I was so tired…so fucking tired. The crash that always came after our sessions pulled me under, and set my mind free.
I felt Kieran unhook my ankles…then my wrists. It was as though I couldn’t move, couldn’t control my own body, but I didn’t need to, did I? Kieran would. He took care of me. He pulled me into his arms and his hand rubbed my head as he kissed my temple. I lost myself to the subspace he’d put me in.
I don’t know how long I slept. He woke me up and fucked me again later. Called me his cum dump again and I smiled at it. He held me afterward. The next time I woke up, he’d made me food. We ate in bed—slept and fucked and ate all day. I don’t know how I still slept that night, but what I did know was that the man who yelled at us didn’t matter. He didn’t know what he was talking about. This was beautiful. We were beautiful.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
“Tell me a story about your childhood…something you were passionate about as a boy,” Kieran told me as we drove back into the city the next day. I realized I was glad he asked me to, even though I didn’t like talking about my past. I enjoyed talking to Kieran and I wanted him to know more about me. I hoped he would soon share more about himself, too.
“What about you? When do I get to learn more about you?” I asked him and he frowned.
I chuckled because I recognized his facial expression. He hadn’t wanted this to be a game of tit for tat. Kieran was incredibly private. It did bother me in some ways, but it didn’t bother me as much as it should have. It was almost like the lawyer in me, the one who dissected all the evidence in a case, went on a hiatus around Kieran.