My bull had a breeding kink, and as I’d recently discovered, I did too, at least when it came to him. I’d never craved a lover’s seed the way I did his. Wanted it in my hole, in my mouth, smeared all over my skin like a primal claim. I wanted to smell like his sweat and musk, proof that I was his boy to breed.
As I positioned myself for his bidding, I considered how I’d never felt so debased and desired as I did with my Daddy’s scorching hot gaze upon me. But unlike so many other times, I didn’t feel used or degraded in my service to him. I wanted it, all of it—the commands and the lessons on patience and the eventual rewards. This wasmychoice.
“What a good boy,” he murmured, standing close enough that I could taste him on my tongue–lemongrass and musk and the lingering scent of leather. Yesterday he’d let me lick his horns, then told me to do the same to his testicles. I’d relished the task. Now, he was stroking his big bull dick while eyeing me with anticipation. “Spread those sweet cheeks nice and wide for me, Skylar,” he rumbled. “Let me get a good look at my pretty little flower.”
Dropping my shoulders to the bedding, I reached back and pulled apart my cheeks so he could see my shivering, covetous hole. Would he tire of me? Of this? Goddess, it would crush me if he did.
“I’m not sure you’ve got one more in you, sweet thing,” he said as if daring me to prove myself.
“But look how wet I am.” I reached between my legs and scooped up some of what was dripping from me, both mine and his, then had a little taste to further entice him.
Daddy placed his thumb over my entrance, gently massaging, then dipped his thick digit inside. “You’ve got to be sore by now, boy. You look swollen down there.”
“I don’t care. I like it.”
“You sure about that? This dick doesn’t have an expiration date.”
“One more time before we have to go back to work? I need to feel you moving inside me again. Pretty please, Daddy?” I wasn’t too proud to beg.
“I think it’s time for these sweet cheeks to get swatted.” He smoothed a rough hand over my rump. “I want to mark this perfect skin. What do you think? Are you ready for your spanking?”
I’d been anticipating this spanking since learning it was a possibility, wondering when my dominant Daddy might deliver.
“Yes, Daddy. I deserve it.”
His hand on my ass stilled and I glanced back to find him studying me closely. “Why do you deserve it?” he asked.
“Because I’m bad.”
He frowned. “I don’t think that’s true.”
“Then it’s for all the bad things I’ve done.” Way too many to count.
“What have you done, gorgeous?”
“I’m a thief,” I reminded him.
“Not anymore.”
If he only knew all of the items I’d stolen from him: a couple of his t-shirts, a pair of his briefs, the used tea bag from our first morning after when I thought I’d never get to spend the night with him again, and my latest, a few strands of his hair that I’d plucked from his comb and tidied away. I’d built an altar to Goddess Imogen, to pray for our continued happiness, and if that didn’t work, there were spells and charms that might do the trick. But the truth was, I’d wanted those little keepsakes, and the idea that he might say no to me was too risky, so I took them.
“I’m still a thief. I’ll always fall back on it, if I must. It’s part of who I am.”
I’d decided already that I wasn’t going to do what I’d done with previous lovers and present only the “nicest” parts of me. I was going to show Hiero everything–all my damage and my battle scars too–and then let him decide if he still wanted me. It was terrifying to be so transparent, but I wanted him to knowme, warts and all.
“I can accept that,” he said. “We all have our vices. Mine is my temper. No matter how hard I try to control it, it still flares up from time to time.”
“I’m sure you have your reasons,” I said.
“Yes, but that doesn’t excuse it. If you find yourself stealing something, the rule is that you tell Daddy, so I can decide what to do about it. Now, what else?” he asked, massaging my cheeks, warming them up for the sting to come.
“I’m a whore for attention,” I admitted, finding it easier to confess my sins with my ass bared to him than if we were sitting face-to-face. “I like it when men look at me, when they desire me. I flirt with customers for bigger tips, especially if I think you might be watching.”
There was no greater thrill than finding Hiero’s eyes on me, lusting and proprietary, like I was one wrong move away from him hurdling over the bar to break up whatever was going on between me and a customer. His possessiveness cemented something inside me that was lacking, some sort of proof that I was wanted.
“I’m always watching,” he said.
“I like to make you jealous. That’s my toxic trait.”
