“I’d do it again,” I said. I had no regrets about the first impression I’d made on him because look where we were now. “The reason I’m so good at sucking cock is because I used to do it for a living.” At his sudden hesitation, I said, “Please, don’t stop.”
He spanked me again, lighting up my every nerve, allowing the words to spill out of me, uncensored. “The first man I let fuck me paid me enough coin to feed myself for an entire moon cycle. He told me it wouldn’t hurt, but he lied.” That had been a sobering experience, my first lesson on the promises men will make just to have their piece of flesh.
Daddy spanked me again, and I wailed, not from the pain. “What else?” he asked. His deep voice was soothing, whichcontrasted sharply to his hard, unforgiving hand. “You don’t need to keep secrets from Daddy.”
“I can’t even remember how many men I’ve let fuck me. And not even for money but for a warm bed or a hot meal or just to have their arms around me. I’m a whore, Daddy. If it weren’t for Monica, I’d probably still be selling myself down in Torfell Alley.”
Instead of a slap, his hand was in my hair, gently petting, enough to unravel me completely as he said, “I’m sorry you had to sell your body when it wasn’t your choice, Skylar, that your parents didn’t provide for you, and your people shunned you. Those men took advantage of your situation and treated you poorly. I wish I could punish everyone who's hurt you. But I don’t judge you for it. You did what you had to, to survive. And I’m going to take care of you from now on, for as long as you’ll let me.”
I nodded, the sting in my eyes echoing the burn in my backside. All I managed to choke out was a quiet, “Okay.”
He smoothed a hand over my flaming ass cheeks and said, “I can see my handprints on your skin. Patterns of pink and red like a field of poppies. Does it hurt?”
“Yes, but I like it. I want more.”
“How much more do you want?”
“Until you think I’ve had enough.”
“Take a few deep breaths for me then, sweetheart.”
I did as he instructed, letting the air flow through me, centering my spirit and preparing myself for the next round.
“Tell me your fantasies, Skylar,” he said. Such an easy command. I trusted him enough to tell him the truth.
“The other night when I was alone in my motel room, I watched a summoning of a giant fisting a dwarf, and I masturbated to fantasies of you doing it to me.”
“Have you ever done that before?” he asked.
“No, you’d be my first.”
Thwack.I groaned and shuddered from the impact, my body hot and tingling all over.
“We’d have to work up to it. My fist is a lot bigger than my cock, probably bigger than two cocks, even.”
“Does it turn you on? Thinking about having your whole hand inside of me?”
“Yes, it does. And we’re going to have a much longer discussion about whether you’re allowed to pleasure yourself without Daddy’s permission.”
A frisson of excitement tripped up my spine. The idea of not being allowed to do something appealed to me, because it meant Daddy would have to pay attention and punish me if I disobeyed. Would I break his rule on purpose just to test him? Probably. My mind swam with the possibilities while Hiero rubbed his hand tenderly over my welts.
“Are all fae boys shameless little sluts like you?” he asked without any recrimination whatsoever.
“No, I’m very bad. A walking scandal. Or so they say down in Emrallt Valley. I have a terrible reputation.”
“What do they say about you?”
“I’m the tarnish on the royal crown.” That was one of the more damning headlines, when Cedrych and I first got together and he still allowed himself to be seen with me. We’d been photographed out at a club where I’d ended up giving him a lap dance, free of charge.
“You’re not in Emrallt Valley anymore,” Daddy said with compassion. My heart squeezed almost painfully, and then he smacked me again, two sharp stings on either side that made my ass cheeks jiggle. “What else do you like?”
“I like being watched… by strangers too.” I recalled the wet t-shirt contest where I’d all but stripped naked for the crowd. My exhibitionist streak was a perversion, according to Cedrych, probably because so much of what he did had to be kept out of the public eye. I was far too much of a degenerate to ever be considered a royal suitor, a truth I should have known all along. I’d had to be two people with him, a buttoned-up respectable type in public and his dirty whore in private.
Well, not anymore.
“You want me to fuck you in front of my friends?” Daddy asked, then punctuated his question with a sharp slap to my balls. A fresh wave of arousal flowed through me, a pleasurable elixir, a wonderful high. A glob of my serum mixed with his seed from our last go-round dripped down my crack. I pushed my ass out and tried to suck it back in. Daddy let out a low groan, sliding his fingers through the mess, following the line of my crack and pushing two digits roughly inside me.
“I’d let them watch if you wanted,” I said, worried this might be a trick. Cedrych would sometimes pose scenarios only to throw them in my face later as proof of my infidelity, though I was true to him until the bitter end. I still couldn’t shake his voice in my head, telling me my desires weren’tappropriate, but I wasn’t with him anymore. I was with my Daddy, who liked this side of me, who wanted to exploreallfacets of my sexuality.
