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CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

FREYA

He strokes back a bit of flyaway hair. His inked up arms are so strong around my body. I’m safe, cherished. Degraded, but in the sweetest way possible.

I want more.

He clears his throat. “Let’s talk your safeword. Do you want to keep using lights?”

“Lights?”

“Red, yellow, green,” he says, hand drifting around my ass. My hips twitch as he touches the plug, circling it. “Green means keeping going. Yellow means you’re reaching your limits. Red means everything stops.”

I think it over. It’s simple, easy to remember if I get overwhelmed.

“Yes,” I say. His brow crooks. “Daddy.”

He taps my chin. “Good girl. You’re learning quickly. Alright, I want you back on the kneeler. Face the mirror.”

He guides me to it, helping me sink back onto my knees. In the mirror, I’m beautiful. My face is flushed from pleasure, my hair braided with flowers. I’m not the scared girl I’ve always been.

Tonight, I’m safe, breathtaking, and pleasured .

He kneels behind me. Our eyes meet in the mirror. I exhale as he cups my right breast and runs his thumb over it, back and forth.

“How do you get me to stop?” he asks, voice rasping.

“Say red,” I say.

“Good girl,” he says. His hand leaves my breast, and he starts untying the ropes. They were firm, not cutting off my circulation, but it feels good to roll my shoulders as they fall away. He kisses my spine. My head lolls to the side.

I’m so ready to be his tonight.

He gets up to put the rope away. My pussy aches, clenching around the dildo. That makes me grip the one in my ass too. Pleasure rides through me in waves.

God, I want to come so badly.

I hear him open the dresser again. Then, he kneels behind me, easing me back to sit on his thighs. His body is warm and stable beneath mine. He’s strong, he’s fierce, but he’s not cruel. I didn’t know that combination was possible. It makes me fall into him, to trust him. He slides his palms over my waist, one hand resting on the chastity belt over my pussy.

“I want you to clean us off my cock with your mouth,” he says.

My stomach flips.

“Yes, daddy,” I whisper.

That word comes so easily now. Maybe because he’s earning it. He puts his hand on my upper spine and bends me over again. The floor fills my vision. My spine arches so I’m spread open. The dildo plugging my pussy is snug from this angle.

He kisses down my spine. Then, I feel his hot mouth close over the plug in my ass as he pulls it from me with his teeth, spitting it to the side.

God, he’s awful. Just filthy.

Palms to the floor, I keep still. He kisses the backs of my thighs, around the chastity strap covering my sex. Then, I hear the lube uncap. Something cold touches my asshole. I jump, turning my head.

“Eyes ahead, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “Trust me. ”

I drag my eyes back, but my body blocks me from seeing what he’s doing to me. Lube drizzles over my asshole, followed by an intense pressure that makes me bite my lip. God, I had no idea I’d love being touched there so much. It drives me crazy, especially because he hasn’t let me come yet.

He pushes the tip of whatever he’s holding into me. My eyes roll back and shut.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re taking that so well,” he rasps.

My pussy throbs. My head is completely empty. All I want is to please him. I keep still with my eyes shut as he eases the toy into me. My ass clenches down around it, and I can tell it’s metal. For a second, I wonder if he put that fence stake in me, but then I remember this toy has a bulb on the tip.

“What is that?” I gasp.

“Anal hook,” he says. “Shift on your hands and knees, lift your head, keep your back straight.”

Wait…what?

Cowed, I do as he says, but my mouth is dry. He takes my braid in his hand, and it feels like he’s fastening something to it.

“Shift to the side but keep your back straight,” he says. “Look in the mirror.”

He guides my body, keeping my chin up with his fingers. I’m three quarters turned from the mirror when he stops me. Carefully, he turns my head so I can see myself.

My toes curl. A deep red blush stains my face.

There’s a steel hook in my ass with a handle that comes up to the middle of my back. Looped through the handle is a canvas strap anchored to my braid.

It makes sense that he’s holding my head; if I dropped it, I’d feel the stretch.

I gulp. I think that’s the point.

He brings his hand down on my ass, spanking hard enough to sting. I whimper, so wet, I feel myself drip around the chastity belt.

“Look at you,” he breathes. “Daddy’s little whore, plugged in every hole. ”

I’m blushing so hard, my ears roar. He rises, circling to stand in front of me. His cock hangs inches from my face, still soaked with our cum. He brushes a wisp of hair behind my ear. I look up, meeting his dark eyes.

“Do you want to come?” he asks.

“Yes, daddy,” I gasp. “Please.”

“Then put my cock in your mouth and suck it like you mean it,” he orders.

God, I love it when he’s harsh in the bedroom. It’s not scary. No, it’s like a secret between us, a little contract where he can let the animal inside out, and afterwards, I get spoiled when he’s done.

Obediently, I open my mouth. He pushes his cock between my lips. Sweet and salt mingle on my tongue. He’s a little higher than I can reach properly. I lean forward and freeze as the bulb in my ass stretches.

My pussy clenches.

That feels…amazing.

I bob my head again, taking him to the back of my throat. A moan escapes around his cock. He strokes my head.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” he rumbles. “I want to watch you suck me and fuck your own ass.”

I force my eyes to his. God, he’s gorgeous. So big, broad, and covered in tattoos. Hungry, I roll my tongue around the head of his cock, playing with the piercings and the sensitive underside.

“You’re such a slut,” he gasps, vein standing out in his inked-up neck.

I suck, dipping my head. The bulb fucks me as my head bobs down and releases when I come back up. The sensation is overwhelming, but I can’t stop. I don’t want to escape it.

The warm skin of his cock and the smooth metal of his piercings push me closer to the edge. My thighs shudder with that hot itch that signals an orgasm is growing deep in my pussy, still filled with the dildo he locked there.

He looks back down. Our eyes meet .

I love being submissive to him in our bedroom. At first, this dynamic scared me, but now, I understand it’s his way of caring for me and my way of being brave enough to let myself be cared for.

I’ll never get enough of it.

Between the dildo filling my pussy, his pierced cock in my mouth, and the hook stretching my pussy every time I bob my head, I’m done for. My orgasm hits me so hard, my mouth falls open. Heat ripples through me. Pleasure is a clear, strong force that rips me apart.

I shake, the bulb in my ass stretching me deliciously. When my orgasm ebbs, he’s backing up a few steps. There’s a dangerous glint in his dark eyes.

“Crawl to me,” he says.

My limbs are unsteady, but I manage to make the few feet to him. He leans over me. “Put that tongue out,” he orders.

My lips shake as they part, and I push my tongue out. I see a flicker of approval. Then, slowly, he spits from where he stands, and it falls onto my tongue. A ripple of shock starts, but it’s not as strong as the arousal that follows. Without thinking, I swallow. He reaches down, wiping my lower lip. His fingers hover over my mouth.

“Good girl. Now, suck my fingers, cumslut,” he orders.

I do as he says, sucking his two fingers like I sucked his cock. Then, he slides them out and circles my body. I feel him unstrap the hook from my braid. Dimly, I’m aware of him working the bulb from my ass. Then, a click, and cold wetness drizzles in its place.

He picks me up, turning me so we’re sideways before the mirror. My orgasm left me so weak. His broad body sinks down, kneeling behind me. The hard, tattooed muscles of his arm and chest ripple as he jerks his cock with powerful strokes.

“Do you like fucking your own ass while you get me off with your mouth?” he rasps.

“Yes, daddy,” I blurt out.

He spanks me again. I moan, and from the corner of my eye, I see him guide his cock to my ass. Should I beg for mercy? Or are we past that? I’ve taken a plug and a hook there tonight. I’m loose. If he’s gentle, I can take him.

The head of his cock is warm and hard. It presses to my asshole, working inside. I can do this—I close my eyes and exhale. The head slips in, the piercings rubbing perfectly inside me. My eyes flutter open. God, that feels so perfect.

“Good girl, sweetheart,” he soothes, stroking down my side. “Look at that pretty little asshole, taking my cock. What are you?”

I hesitate, unsure what he wants. What am I? Or what am I to him? Or what am I becoming with him?

Maybe I’m overthinking this. Maybe my mind is running away with me. He presses his cock in, and this time, it hurts. But that’s over in a second as he seats himself halfway inside.

“I don’t understand,” I whisper.

He pumps in, out, dragging the veins and piercings. Pleasure and a hint of pain erupt.

“Tell me,” he orders.

“I’m yours,” I gasp out. “Your whore.”

He starts fucking hard, sliding his cock in and out. My knees are so weak that I sway. He feels it, and his arm goes around me, picking me up with his cock still inside me, and carries me to the bed.

“Face down, ass up,” he says.

I obey, and he fucks. That’s all I want. Here, I’m limp, torn apart by pleasure, by this new experience of submission. My weakness doesn’t put me in danger with him. Instead, it somehow pulls us closer and makes me trust him more.

I feel him groan, my face pressed into the bed. His hand grips my braid, pinning me down. He swears under his breath, and his cock twitches. My empty mind buzzes at the pleasure of him coming in such an intimate part of my body.

He can have it. I never had a choice.

If I am the girl who wanted to live in the stars, he’s the mountains down below. Together, we feel like that place where the heavens and the Earth meet.

Beautiful, perfect. Meant to exist .

I sink into the bed as he pulls himself from my body. Dimly, I realize we took another step together tonight. First, he taught me sex could feel good. Then, that it could be safe. Now, he’s shown me it can be so intimate, I feel it in my heart.

My heart… I feel him in my heart.

He rolls me onto my back, smoothing my hair. His mouth presses to mine, then down my neck.

“Good girl. You’re so perfect,” he praises. “Let’s get you in the bath, clean you up, get you in bed. You deserve to rest.”

I whimper, eyes heavy. His weight leaves the bed, and I hear the bath running and smell the flowery soap. Then, I’m in his arms, and he’s letting me sink into the hot water. He gets in with me, pulling me into his lap.

“Are you satisfied?” he murmurs, face raspy on my neck.

“Yes, daddy,” I whisper, eyes closing.