I stare up at him with glossy eyes, a swollen smile, and all the admiration in the world.
He smirks, “Cheeky bitch,” then wraps his hand around my throat and pulls me up to stand.
On his level again, but still under his control, Carey kisses me.
My spit is thick with the taste of his cock and feet, and from the way he moans into my mouth, he likes it just as much as I do.
He holds me tight against him.
He gropes my ass, his hips rolling as he grinds up, and for the first time there’s some relief for my starving cock.
His teeth nip at my lips and his hands grip tighter until his touch becomes painful. But it’s still not enough.
I break the kiss and rest my temple against Carey’s as I catch my breath.
With his hands still possessively clutching me, he asks, “You ready to really embarrass yourself?”
I whine and almost go limp in his arms.
“On the sofa… Knees on the rug, stomach on the cushions.”
Carey steps back from me, and I all but fall into position.
My dick is squashed against my stomach, and my ass is out, bare to the world. Humiliatingly on display.
Carey sits beside me and just stares down at me for what feels like forever before finally reaching out.
His hand is heavy as it passes over the top of my head to the nape of my neck. He repeats the motion, combing his fingers through my hair. Gently at first, then firmer into my scalp with each new pass.
His touch is so much warmer than I could ever be.
Then, just as I feel myself melting into the couch, he scrapes his nails down the length of my spine.
I hiss at the shock, then revel in the fiery sting.
This is what we’re here for, after all.
I don’t want calm and gentle, I want the pain wiped from my mind.
I want to be stripped of myself entirely.
“You ready?”
I look up at him, and nod. But then his brow furrows. “Yes, Sir.”
He smiles, running his thumb over the spitty corner of my mouth. “That’s my good boy,” he tells me, and everything that came before this—the crash, Eden, my mother, the whole fucking universe—evaporates leaving just us. Me, face fucked and desperate, waiting for my protector to pull me completely apart.
Carey slides off the couch and kneels behind me. I feel him raise one leg to hold me in place; the inside of his thigh bracing against the back of mine.
His left hand clutches the back of my neck, forcing my cheek to squash into the cushion, then, when I see his free arm raise, I squeeze my eyes shut.
He flogs his heavy hand soundly across my right ass cheek.
I hear the crack before I feel it.
I let out a shallow, shuddery breath.
His second blow lands directly over the first.
