Derek continues with his lazy motion, clearly not in a rush to go anywhere or to actually let me come again.
I smoosh my face into the sheets, fingers clenching into fists around the fabric, and moan everything I’m feeling, the sounds coming out muffled. I’m pretty sure I’m crying, too, but holy shit, this feels amazing.
There is a loud bang from out in the house, and Derek sighs before removing his fingers. “The others have arrived.”
Pain fucking flares like a wildfire igniting as he wipes his wet fingers on my ass, right over the striped marks. “Ahhhhh.”
“Shh, you don’t want them hearing you.” Derek leaves me bent over the bed, a hot fucking mess, and heads for the door. “Message me if you need my help for things like going to the bathroom, or the marks begin to hurt more than they already do. They shouldn’t, that caning was barely above a funishment. You don’t have any broken skin, but you might have bruises.”
Just above a funishment? Firstly, what the fuck is afunishment, and why the hell do I get the feeling that he means this punishment was on the lower end of the pain scale?
Derek gathers a pile of clothes—my clothes—from on top of his dresser, then reaches for the handle, but turns back with one last reminder. “And remember, you need to remain quiet. I won’t protect you from them if you draw their attention. And no touching my pussy.”
And with that final demand, he is gone, and I’m left seriously questioning my sanity for coming here today.
Chapter 85
Xavier
Gripping the handle, I turn it and look back down the hall to see if any of those fuckers have come to check on me. When all I hear is their dull-as-fuck conversation, I push the door open, step through the gap, and quickly close the door behind me, enclosing us into silence.
The room is pitch-black. I’ve been in this room before, and it only takes a minute for my eyes to adjust. Nothing has changed. The asshole is the worst creature of habit I’ve ever met.
But for the first time in a long time, the fucker has managed to surprise me.
Expecting Dove’s location to be just over ten miles from my spot at Derek’s poker table, it is fair to say that I was shocked when she was only ten yards away.
So, I bided my time, refilled drinks more than once, and now, I finally get to see my little dove.
And there, in the middle of the bed, is a rumple of blankets.
Slipping off my shoes, I undo the button on my pants and shove them down with my briefs and socks before removing my shirt. My cock has been hard since I knew she was here. I wrap my palm around it and start stroking.
I don’t have long; the others will realize I’m gone soon and come looking.
This is going to be an in and out.
The floor being carpeted in here is perfect for me, and I’m at the bed without making a noise. Raising the blankets, I slip between the cool sheets.
Emery is on her side, her back to me, one arm bent at an odd angle. Did she need to get her brace put back on? What the fuck?
Carefully, I reach over her and touch the wrist, but when I feel smooth leather, I curse that fucker in my head.
He chained her to his bed, and he didn’t invite me?
This changes my plans.
Gently, I roll Emery until she is more on her stomach, and she makes a sleepy noise, trying to wake up.
“Shhh, baby girl, go back to sleep.” I keep my voice a gravelly whisper, and this time she allows me to move her as I like, resettling to fall asleep on her stomach.
With one hand planted on the other side of her, I support myself above her until I’m able to settle against her ass. She jerks under me and groans as my cock presses into her ass crack.
“Daddy, no, it hurts.”
I grin.That’s right, little dove, this is your Daddy.
“Shh,” I croon, doing my best to channel Derek.
