Page 103 of Worth Loving You

Chastity Monroe

What was wrong? Why was he just standing there, looking dumbfounded, blinking at me?

“Wyatt?” I muttered quietly, wringing my arms under the ties.

Still, no reaction. His Adam’s apple lurched, his sight slowly raking over my frame and back. Should I call him Daddy, like he said? Could I, however, knowing that’s what Jennifer was calling Milo? Could I separate the two in my head? Obviously not, if I was sitting here thinking about him.

I should be ashamed, I know I should be. My boyfriend was out of town for business, and I was messing around with his best friend, his lifelong companion. I should be ashamed.

But I was not. Maybe I would be later, but right now, all I wanted was that fat, pierced cock to impale me and make me beg for mercy. I didn’t have time to think of my boyfriend right now, I was too overwrought with a lust that had an entity of its own, controlling my thoughts, my body, my wants.

Trembling, I pushed every piece of rationality out of my head and focused on this need that was infecting my sanity, making me crazy.

My fingers were growing numb because the circulation was cut off, my thigh muscles cramping. Not to mention in this position, my entire snatch was wide open from the top of my slit to my asshole. I was getting a little uncomfortable with him standing there like a statue, gazing at me with such an odd expression.

I felt so vulnerable. Was he changing his mind? Now that he came and some sanity was sinking into his brain, and he was seeing what I looked like, was he having second thoughts? I was the exact opposite of what he preferred in women, he had made that abundantly clear more times than not.

Licking my dry lips, I whispered faintly, “Daddy.”

He jolted, his chest puffing with a huge gasp of air. His lids rounded with a fierceness, his nostrils flaring, his tone raspy. “Say it again.”

I gulped, the haze cloaking me once more. “Please, Daddy. Fuck me.”

He dropped to a knee on the couch. Holding the backs of mine, he rubbed the piercings along my slit. A chill undulated my spine and a long, drawn out moan poured forth.

“Oh, shit, that feels so good.”

His weight leaned into me, pinning my thighs to my stomach. “Kitten likes it?”

“Yes…Daddy.”

He reared his hips back and touched the opening with his tip. I choked on a yelp, my brain screaming that this was the time to stop, that in two seconds, there was no turning back.

I was beyond the point of no return. If that man didn’t take me, I was going to fall apart at the seams. Literally feeling physical anguish, talons were clawing at the underside of my skin.

Unlike my first time with Milo where he just grabbed and ripped me open, Wyatt took his time entering. His tip spread my flesh and already, I was noticing the difference in thickness.

“Oh, wow,” I cooed, my toes twitching by his face.

The first piercing slid inside, and I squealed, needles prickling from my scalp to the soles of my feet. “Oh, god, more.”

“You want more, kitten?” he whispered, his eyes dark and brooding. “How much more?”

“I want it all, give it to me, Daddy.”

His lip curled and his lids narrowed. “Be careful what you ask for, little girl. I might just give you more than you wanted.”

I shook my head, breathless. My skin was inflamed and tingling, needing a reprieve only this man could give. My voice husky, I muttered, “Whatever you want to give me, I want it.”

His eyes glinted and he stopped with two piercings in. Laying his chest to my thighs, he positioned my feet over one shoulder and pressed down, constricting my stomach and lungs from the weight. His hands tangled in my hair, his lips as close to mine as he could get in this position, he grumbled, “And if I want your submission?”

“Yours,” I whimpered without hesitation.

He inched downward, a third bar entering. I took in a jagged breath, the pressure building behind my clit.

“What if I asked you to give me your body?”

“Take it.”