Holding me in place, he pummeled my ass, thrusting into me hard and fast. There was no rhythm or tempo. Tears poured from my eyes as I hurt for him, my body a conundrum of pain and pleasure.
He took.
And took.
And took.
And I enjoyed it. It was everything and then some, but I wanted more. I wanted to move with him. I wanted to ride his big dick.
But he refused to give me an ounce of control. Instead, he laughed at me. His words dripped sex—dark, dirty, dangerous sex—when he spoke.
“I love when you get fucking desperate and your filter drops. All those carefully chosen words disappear, and the filthy little animal locked up inside you peeks his head out. I’m gonna find him, baby boy. I’m gonna unlock the cage he hides in and then unleash him on the fucking world.”
“Just you, Daddy. I just want you.”
“Oh, Daddy won’t share you. He’ll just show you off. Imma put your gorgeous little ass on the stage at EDGE and fuck you until you scream for me.”
The thought turned me on. Insanely so. I would’ve thought differently, but yeah, the idea of being the center of all his attention while we were the center of everyone else’s attention, that clocked as sexy as hell.
Whines and whimpers ripped from my chest, burning as they made their way up my throat as the images he planted in my head swirled with the sensations. I cried out.
“I need to come. Please!”
“Do it, boy,” he growled, his teeth sinking into the thick muscle between my neck and shoulder, giving several hard stabbing thrusts that pegged me perfectly.
Rapture, the likes of which I couldn’t describe, sparked sharply and burst inside. My untouched cock shot off and cum exploded from the tip. Screams lodged in my throat.
Daddy shoved me forward, my face planted on the couch seat. He rammed his dick in and out of me ravaging my spasming hole. Grunting and growling like a crazed animal in rut, he came. His cock jerking and pulsing inside me. I wanted to bathe in the cum that flooded the condom I knew he wore. The discarded silvery foil package, lying on the other sofa cushion in my line of sight.
He collapsed against me. His head dropped onto the back of my neck—hot breath feathered across my heated, sweat-slicked skin, leaving me momentarily chilled. A shiver ran through me, rocking my still panting body.
Alex’s cock slipped from my body, and his weight disappeared from my back only to be replaced by soft, tender kisses.
“I’ll be right back, baby boy. Rest for Daddy.”
Emotion welled within me, tears and snot rushed forward, burning their way to the surface.
He called himself Daddy to me.
Instead of responding, I nodded. If I opened my mouth, it wouldn’t be words that came out.
A door opened, and water spewed from a faucet, followed by a shower turning on. Alex came back to me, pulling me to my feet. Warm, wet fabric wiped over my sweaty face, neck, and shoulders, cleaning off the stickiness. His eyes followed his hand, coming back to rest on my face as he leaned in to kiss me.
Whispering against my lips, he said, “Go get cleaned up. I’ll be there once I clean up our mess.”
I nodded, walking past where Hawk rested against the office door. I paused and patted his head.
“Good boy,” I said, praising him before following Daddy’s orders.
The water felt perfect when I stepped under it. Kinda like Goldilocks. Not too hot and not too cold. I leaned into the spray, letting it cascade over my head and down my body. My sore body. The work out this morning hadn’t been too bad but the one this afternoon in the gym had sucked. I wasn’t great at keeping up with my strength and conditioning, not like some of the guys. I did what I was required to do, and that was it. While the other guys spent extra time in the weight room, I was on the ice, working on my speed. Some days I skated for hours longer than the others.
The glass door slid open, the water disappearing as Daddy stepped into the tiled shower behind me. He ran his hands over my body, soothing the muscles. Sometimes with barely there rubs and others deep, digging touches with his thumbs working out the knots and kinks.
“How long did you skate today?”
“I got back on the ice for a couple of hours after strength training,” I replied.
“Is that something you usually do?”
