With a snarl that's almost demonic in nature, he twists me around, slamming me roughly against the wall, only to cage me in with his arms. He nibbles on my neck, sending shivers through me. I didn’t even know that was an erotic zone. Fuck, I’m not used to someone touching me so freely.
“Daddy will take care of you. I promise, I’ll make it good,” he purrs in my ear. “But if at any point you say no, I’ll respect it and stop. Don’t worry, one way or another, we’ll both be getting a happy ending…”
Fucking hell. I was cold before, but now it’s like every fucking nerve is on fire. Whimpering, I mutter, “Fuck, you’re going to ruin me.”
“Then we’ll both go down in flames together,” he hisses. “Now, be a good Piccolo and hand me the lube.”
It surprises a laugh out of me, a feeling so unnatural that I’m not sure what to do with it. I look around and fumble to grab the lube, before passing it back to Tennant—to…Daddy.
“Fuck. You keep lube in your torture warehouse?”
The sting of a slap on my ass makes me jump. “Be good, Piccolo. Watch your language for Daddy. And of course. Torture and sex go hand in hand.”
Before I can say anything else—which is probably a good thing for my ass—he drops down onto his knees, spreading my ass cheeks while cradling me firmly. My heart pounds with the twisting fear, anticipation, and excitement. When his tongue touches me, I almost jump out of my skin, because holy fuck. I…Idid not expect that. There’s a sense of wrongness, of wickedness that curls in my stomach. Nobody has done this to me.
I open my mouth, unsure of whether I should beg for more or plead for him to stop, but nothing spills out except a moan. That rich laughter caresses my skin, edging me even more as he focuses intently on bringing me to the edge in a way I didn’t think was possible.
“Holy shit. Fuck. Damn. Oh, my God!” He’s a fucking beast, and the smack he gives me doesn’t deter me at all. Hell, it merely fans the flames surrounding us.
He stands up and I whimper at the loss, even as he pops the cap to open the lube. “I’m not God, but I’ll let you worship me. Because I’m going to turn you inside out, Piccolo. I want you to focus on me. Focus on my words. Forget everything but your Daddy and you.”
With his whispered promises ringing in my head, I keep my attention on him, even as the past memories try to suck me away, try to invade my mind. His first finger breaches me, and the sting is barely there thanks to the rim job. He makes sure to tag my prostate as he gets me used to the sensation before adding a second finger. And fuck, I forgot his fingers are thick.Holy shit.
This time it burns, but I force the whimper to stay locked in my throat. A sharp bite on the juncture of my neck and shoulder elicits a hiss from me. “What the?—!”
“You’re learning. Good, Piccolo.” I swallow at the acknowledgment that I didn’t curse. “But I don't want you to hide. I want every whimper, whine, moan, and scream. Don’t let your Daddy down.”
“Oh. My. God. Yes, Daddy! Please! More!”
“That’s a good Boy,” he purrs as another finger breaches me, three of them spearing me and stretching me wide to accommodate his cock.
I breathe hard, feeling like I’m about to pass out, but he continues to whisper words in my ear, forcing me to stay present. And fuck, who would have thought I’d be grateful for the man who’s now the Daddy to my soulmate?
Growling, I beat at the wall as he continues to edge me, forcing me to submit to his ministrations, to welcome him somewhere I’ve never willingly let anyone. But…fuck. I’m desperate for it. Forhim.
“Please,” I beg shamelessly. “Please, I want you. I f—flipping need you, Daddy.”
“That’s all you needed to say, Piccolo,” Daddy says as he withdraws his thick fingers before adding lube to his cock. He centers himself, resting right there as my panic starts to claw at me again. “Focus. I want you to bear down and take Daddy’s cock like a good Boy. Can you do that for me, Piccolo?”
Swallowing roughly, my throat dry from fear and trying not to curse, I focus on softening my muscles as much as possible, and bear down as he works his cock inside me. I gasp at the sensation, the thick heat of it invading me. I whimper and thrash my head. His arms gather me in a firm grip, a sharp bite on the other side of my neck forces me to stay in reality, to not lose myself to the demons waiting to jump in my thoughts.
“Fuck,” I mutter, losing the ability to keep the curses inside. I cry out as he finally enters me fully, both of us breathing hard, like we’ve ran a marathon, our skin sweaty with exertion.
“Oh, we’re getting there,” he promises, and before I can retort, he slowly pulls out before impaling me again. And fuck, I choke at the sensation.
He lets me go slightly, only to grip my hips hard, bending me forward so I can settle some of my weight against the cold wall of the shower stall. And then it’s as if all control snaps. My ass gets fucking owned. It hurts. It aches. It feels delicious. All at once. When he adjusts his position, so his cock rubs against myprostate each time, I let out a bloodcurdling scream that I didn’t know was even fucking possible.
Nonsensical words roll off my tongue as I try to keep pace with his thrusts, but fuck if I’m not just there for the ride. He’s completely in charge, and is making it clear that he fucking owns me. And…fuck. I don’t regret it. My ass may later on, but damn, right now, I’ll worship him day and night if he just lets me fucking come!
He chuckles, which feels so weird in our position, but I’m not left to wonder about it when one of his hands reaches around for my dick. He wraps those thick fingers around my length and starts to jack me off in time with his thrusts, and the world spins out of control. Air may as well be fucking evaporating around me because all I feel is a dizzying need to come, and breathing is barely possible anymore. I’m a puppet that he’s playing, and he’s the goddamn master of ceremonies. The crescendo we’re reaching is so fast it may as well be in outer space.
“Come for me. Now, Piccolo,” he snarls, and that’s it. That’s all it takes for my climax to take me, to steal me completely.
I vaguely hear the “Daddy” that's ripped from my throat as I come, harder than I have in a long fucking time. On and on, as he continues to fuck me through it, pushing me higher and higher until I pass out from the enticing pleasure/pain combination.
Eventually, I wake up, curled in a blanket as I lay on his chest. Flicking my gaze around, I take in that we’re on a bench outside the shower stall, but the loss of time is…concerning. Still, I can’t find it in me to care right now.
“Are you alright, Piccolo?” Tennant asks.
