"Please," I beg. "I need you, Daddy. Please. Fill me up again. Please."
A low growl, and he thrusts back in, burying himself to the hilt. I cry out. The stretch, the pleasure and pain tangling together.
"That's it, baby. Take it." His hands grip my hips roughly, andhe starts spanking me again. I almost scream in pleasure, feeling him hitting my prostate with each thrust, electric shocks through my whole body. I try to move with him, but he keeps me pinned, holding me tight. Owning me. His sweat drips onto my back. His breath is hot on my skin.
"Daddy... harder... please," I beg. I need more. I crave his roughness.
He laughs. Dark, possessive. Sets my blood on fire. "You want more, baby?"
"Yes, God, please," I cry out.
"You're mine.”
"Yes, sir," I groan.
He pulls out and drives back in, hitting my prostate perfectly, and I'm at the edge.
He doesn't let up. Harder. More primal. I cry out, my body arching into him.
"Cum for me, baby," he says, spanking me again. My ass must be red and throbbing.
So fucking delicious.
I cum hard, spilling all over the desk, my body shaking, whimpering. He thrusts harder, faster. I'm slipping, overcome. And then, with one final brutal thrust, he comes inside me too.
We catch our breath. I look back at him, but I can't form the words I want to say. He helps me up, still glistening with sweat, and kisses me deeply.
He takes me to our private shower. Together, we wash the sweat away, lathering each other with soap, kissing gently under the water. The urgency is gone, there’s just warmth now.
I'm looking at his face, water streaming down both of us, and it hits me so suddenly I don't have time to stop it.
"I think I love you," I say. My voice cracks on it. I've never said that to anyone in my life. My stomach drops the second the words leave my mouth, because what if it's too much, what ifhe doesn't…
Ethan goes still. The water runs between us. He looks at me, and something shifts in his face… not surprise, exactly.
"I love you too," he says. Quiet. Like it costs him something to say it, but he means every word.
I press my face into his chest so he won't see my eyes. The water hides it anyway.
We finish showering, barely talking, but it's not awkward.
Back in the dorm, it's close to curfew. Jack and Miles are already there. Jack looks at me with a raised eyebrow, like he knows exactly what we've been doing.
"What?" I ask, grinning, unable to hide it. Ethan goes straight to his bed and hides behind his book. Like always.
"I know that look, Liam," Jack says, winking. "You're in trouble."
"Yeah," I laugh. "You have no idea."
Chapter 29. Liam
Griff calls me into his office, and my first thought is: what did I do now?
I run through the past week in my head as I walk down the hallway. I haven't smoked anything. I haven't snuck into restricted areas… I mean, I was fucking Ethan in his office, but it couldn’t be that, or he’d be furious. I haven't punched anyone. I've been eating my monitored meals without vomiting, which should probably count as a huge win. I've been going to therapy with Dr. Herrera twice a week like a good little boy. I even did my homework. Yeah, I only did it because Ethan supervises it and tells me if I don’t do my homework, he’ll punish me. I do love when he punishes me, but only when it’s for fun. I still kind of dread that belting he gave me, that was insane, and he promises to do it again if I’m not good. He also says no more sex unless I walk the line, and, damn, that’s mean. He says only good boys get to cum, so that’s very effective for me to be good.
Anyway, why does my stomach drop every time Griff wants to see me?
I knock. He grunts, which is Griff for "enter."
