“Atta boy. Now sit on the edge of my bed and hold yourself open for me. I want to see what your hole tastes like.”
My, this minotaur was direct. I found myself blushing, even though I’d been in more compromising positions before. His gaze stayed steadily focused on me as I complied. Blame it on my abandonment issues, but being wanted by this man was a turn-on that fed some deeper need inside me. I sat on the edge of his mattress with my legs raised and spread wide, gripping both my knees to make myself more accessible to him. It was whorish and wanton and I loved it.
“I dreamed about you like this,” he said, cupping himself through his leathers, then using the heel of his hand to force down his erection, which was… sizable.
“Did you?” I was flattered that he’d thought of me at all.
“Yeah. Only your hole was dripping with my seed and your hair…” His eyes passed briefly over my head. “Your hair was a mess too.”
“I can take it down if you’d like.” I reached up to undo my braid.
“No, leave it.” He stayed my hand. “How do you feel about me pulling your hair, just a little?”
“I’d like that.” I shivered from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes. “You can be rough with me, Daddy, if that’s how you like it.”
“How doyoulike it, boy?”
I blinked in confusion at his sincere question. No one had ever asked me that before, had always just assumed I was theirs for the taking, or perhaps that was what I’d always conveyed. “I don’t know,” I said, at a loss for words.
“Then we’ll have to figure it out together, won’t we?” He leaned down to kiss my forehead, and I nodded, feeling younger than my years. His tenderness made me feel like a fledgling all over again. “This is going to be a tight fit,” he said, sounding not at all displeased as he placed both his thumbs at my entrance and gently massaged. “I’m going to have to give this pretty little holea lotof attention.”
The touch-starved part of me delighted in that. Cedrych–I really shouldn’t have been thinking about him right then–but Cedrych seldom gave his affection freely, nor did he entertain much foreplay during our lovemaking. He was rigid and methodical and executed our intimate encounters as if they were a military drill. Even when we were alone, he was stingy with his affection. I was discovering more and more that physical intimacy was something I craved.
“I like having your attention,” I blurted out, feeling even more exposed than my nakedness.
Hiero caught my eye, and perhaps he saw something there, because he said with intention, “I’m going to tend to you all night, Skylar, even after we both come. You’re going to be so wrapped up in my arms that we’ll still smell like each other in the morning.”
I nodded, eyes stinging, and gave a tentative smile. He smoothed one rough hand over my thigh like gentling a horse and motioned for me to lie back. Then, after securing himself a footstool to sit on, he dragged my ass to the edge of the bed and placed a gentle kiss against my pucker.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Yes, Daddy."
I moaned–it was impossible not to–as he proceeded to lick my hole like it was a rare delicacy. His tongue was longer than most and teased the walls of my channel with alarming dexterity. It curled and writhed inside me like a serpent and my thoughts blurred to indistinct shapes and colors. I quiveredunder his ministrations like a taut bow string as a fine sheen of sweat broke out all over my skin. Thankfully my wings were already tucked away, lest they be damaged by the wanton grinding I was doing against his face.
“Daddy,” I moaned, caught up in the sensation.
“You taste good, baby boy,” he hummed with contentment. "Sweet like candy."
He dragged me closer and ate me out with such fervor that I was practically sitting on his face. It was deliciously filthy, especially the wet, smacking noises he made, and I moaned as if my night’s wages depended on it. His horns rested against the juncture of my upper thighs on either side, trapping me in place, and I liked that I couldn’t so easily escape his hold.
“You can’t keep doing this to me or I’ll explode,” I protested, near delirium. Even with the ring around my cock, it throbbed as if on the cusp of climax.
“Like honeysuckle and springtime. I can’t get enough of you, fae.”
“I may faint,” I warned, not even exaggerating, for the pleasure coiling in my balls and tripping up my spine was simply too much.
“I’m going to plug you to train you up for a bit while I explore the rest of this beautiful body.”
“Okay,” I said shakily, not because I was fearful but because he’d already given me so much. Most of my previous lovers hadn’t even bothered with prep. This sort of treatment felt lavish and indulgent, dangerous because I didn’t want to getused to it. And the way he spoke to me, like I was a treasure, was novel too. So often my lovers had acted as if my body was a debt that I owed them in exchange for their coin or meager attention.
Because you’re a guildless, unremarkable bit of fae trash.
I banished the queen’s cruel words from my mind. Even if it was only tonight, I was special to this man, my Daddy, and I wasn’t foolish enough to try and convince him otherwise. His appreciation made me want to fulfill his every fantasy, so while he retrieved more toys, I spread my legs wider and fingered myself for the sheer pleasure of it. Daddy liked me this way, slutty and shameless and begging for his cock. I didn’t have to be respectable or fit his vision of what a proper suitor might be.
I could finally be myself.
“Skylar,” he said, temporarily dumbstruck as I licked my fingers and plunged them back inside. A low groan escaped me. I loved playing with my hole, loved the buildup to being stuffed so full, even if it was only with one of my toys. I liked the sensation of being filled with a lover's cum too, a reminder that for a short period of time, I'd owned them–their pleasure, at least. For every man who’d fucked me also left a piece of themselves behind.
