“My question was whetheryou’dlike it,” he said, pushing his fingers so deep that it stole my breath away.
“I’d like it,” I said quietly.
He removed his fingers and smacked my upper thighs, grazing my tightened sac. Goddess, it hurt like hell and I loved it. “Because you’re a dirty little slut who likes attention,” he said, and his lack of judgment gave me the surge of confidence I needed to admit it.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Say it,” he commanded, squeezing my balls in his bruising grip.
“I’m a dirty little slut and a terribly needful thing and I like the attention.” It was something I’d never dared to say out loud before. Too real, too raw.
“Yes, you are,” he rumbled with his body stretched over me and his mouth at my ear. “And, baby boy, here’s my confession, I like it.”
It took me a moment to register how casually he’d accepted my past, my kinks, and my desire to be fisted and fucked infront of his friends, to be bred by his big, bull dick. Of course, it was the heat of the moment, and things might change once we came to our senses, but for now, his encouragement was like a lungful of fresh, mountain air.
“Thank you,” I said, voice shaky, ass on fire, and my entire body thrumming with adrenaline.
“You’re welcome. You’re very sloppy down here, aren’t you, sweetheart?” He smeared my syrupy slick all over my tender ass cheeks.
“Yes, Daddy. Ced—” I stopped myself from saying his name. “My ex thought it was gross.”
“He’s an idiot. And he probably loved it, but hated himself for loving it because, no offense to you, gorgeous, but your ex was a condescending prick.”
“He was,” I said, not wanting to think about the Royal Ass while offering my sloppy hole to Daddy, but dammit, he was.
“Take another deep breath now,” Daddy said, then spanked me with a series of thuds that rattled my bones and lit my ass on fire. I arched back and hissed through my teeth. Something about his praise and the impact was crossing my wires in all the right ways. His brand of discipline felt a lot like love, a dangerous idea to entertain.
“Daddy,” I whimpered.
“You do this to me, baby boy. You make me want to do terribly naughty things to you. You’re like a drug, the perfect cocktail of sweet and slutty. You’re going to make Daddy come in his pants.”
“I’m good for that,” I said.
“You’re good for more than that. You’re also kind and clever.”
I shook my head, dropping it between my shoulders. This tenderness was too much. How could he not know that?
“I want you to say it, Skylar,” he said.
“I can’t,” I protested weakly.
He yanked my balls roughly and I whimpered.
“Say it, sweetheart,” he urged, more gently this time.
“I’m kind and clever.”
“And you’re worthy of being cherished.”
I wanted it to be true. So badly. My eyes stung and a sob broke free from somewhere deep within me. I tried to muffle my cries with a pillow, but that only made it worse. The insecurities and doubts that I carried around bubbled up and poured out. The smell of my sweat and pheromones filled the air, and I imagined the toxins floating away on a cloud. I wanted to be new again for my Daddy, to experience sex and pleasure like a flower in full bloom.
As I sobbed, his calloused hands grabbed hold of my hips and hauled me backwards to meet with his hot, sweaty groin. His hard cock slotted between my flaming cheeks as he dragged my ass up and down to smear my fluid around his shaft, but belying his rough actions were sweet words of comfort.
“I will worship you, Skylar.” He smoothed his rough hands over my raw welts. I turned back to see him spit onto my hole. Briefly, I hoped he might spit on me elsewhere too. “I knowI can’t erase those other men who took you for granted, but you’re mine now, and I know just how special you are.”
“But I’m not,” I argued, for the queen’s words and Cedrych’s casual disregard had done more to damage me than the men who’d paid me outright for sex.
“Yes, you are. You’re my pretty little fae darling with a filthy mouth and a sloppy hole and all I want is to take care of you and give you what you need.”
