Page 13 of Ronan

The bitter winter air was rough when I left Ronan’s around four am, and it’s no better now.

I swear our furnace is on its last legs, barely able to keep up with the dropping temps — but I couldn’t stay at my brother’s any longer.

I woke up with my hand gripping his. If he’d woken up first and saw that, what would he say?

What kind of person does it make me that I had sex with a stranger earlier in the day then ran into the arms of my step-brother?

Probably no better than Nightbreed, who hides his identity while using and stalking me.

Enough is enough. I need answers, so after pacing my kitchen for two hours, I pick up my phone .

Me : How did you know where I live? Did you follow me home? And how would you know if I took a shower or not?

It only takes a couple of minutes for my phone to ring, and as I stare down at the stupid buzzing thing, I almost don’t answer. What could he possibly say to make me more comfortable about this?

“Hello?”

“Hi.” His voice is rougher than it usually is, and I don’t know what that means. “Did I freak you out last night?”

“A little bit,” I say quietly. “You know everything about me now, including where I live, and I wouldn’t recognize you if I hit you with my car.”

Night sighs. “I’ll answer your questions, but I need you to answer one first. Do you regret it?”

“That depends on how you answer my questions,” I retort. “Talk.”

“Fuck,” he whispers. It’s so low I know he pulled the phone away from his face to say it.

“I didn’t want to worry you, but that truck stop was full of shady people, and I wasn’t the only one who noticed the pretty girl in a dress in the middle of winter.

Someone followed you, so I followed them.

They must have spotted me because they gave up, but I kept tailing you to be sure. ”

All the way to my house.

Fuck.

Exhaling hard, I sit on the arm of our couch and contemplate how I feel about that.

If it’s true, he was genuinely just trying to protect me.

If it’s not, he’s a master level manipulator.

I don’t remember seeing anyone following me, but then again, I wasn’t exactly paying attention.

I was in the beginning stages of subdrop whether I knew it or not at the time.

“Oh.” It’s the only thing I can think to say, and I swear I feel him deflate right alongside me.

“Honestly, I thought you’d think the text was hot because of your fantasy, and I also felt a lot better knowing you got home safely. I would have gone about last night differently if... well if I had used my thinking head.”

As much as I hate to admit it, he’s right. It was hot, or at least it would’ve been if I’d let myself enjoy it. “You’re right, it was. I guess I... didn’t handle the aftermath of the scene very well. I’m sorry.”

“Don’ t apologize. I’m the one that should be apologizing, Atley. For so many reasons. I think I need my Dom card revoked.”

He huffs a laugh, but there’s a sadness in it that makes me frown.

“I promise I’m not trying to be pushy, but I need you to answer one question for me. Will it always be like this?”

He’s quiet for a moment before he responds. “No. It can’t be. You’ll know who I am eventually, baby girl. Probably soon. I’m about to say something really lame, but I swear it’s not you, it’s me.”

“I know.” There’s a hint of bitchiness in my tone, but I won’t apologize for it. “Believe me, I know.”

“Do you?” he asks, frustration evident in his voice.

“Because you seem to be taking this all really personally after I’ve told you that you’re perfect.

I’m not saying that to get in your pants or some shit, I mean it.

You’re something I want to hold onto for as long as I can.

I’m selfish, I know that, but don’t think for one second I wouldn’t reveal everything right now if I knew without a shadow of a doubt that you’d stay. ”

Again, I come back to the same question. What could possibly make me give this up other than the secrecy and lack of aftercare? He did great with the care package he left, but I shouldn’t have to run to Ronan and bother him every time I fuck this guy. “Okay, then how do I convince you?”

“I don’t know, time?” He releases a sigh. “Just don’t go anywhere yet. Let me figure this out in my head, and then I’ll show you who I am. Does that work? Or are you going to say the word that calls all this off?”

Maybe. I can’t do this forever, it’s only been a few days and I’m already feeling the strain.

Some people may prefer this level of anonymity and personal space, but that’s not me.

I need connection, contact. I need to know that while they may call me a fuck doll or whatever else, I mean more than that to them.

It’s hard to convince myself that’s true with the way things are.

But if I’m going to be the one to call it quits, I want to get my half of this fantasy exchange first. Just once. Chances are good I’ll never be brave enough to tell anyone else I want it.

“Okay. I’ll wait, Daddy.”

“Thank you.” He sounds so relieved, I feel it through the phone. “Can I see you tonight?”

Fuck, I hate the way that makes my stomach squirm. I should be pulling back, not falling deeper. “On FaceTime or in person?”

“In person. I need to touch you again, it’s all I’ve been thinking about.”

Yeah, logic won’t do me any good here. He has me in a chokehold. “Where? How?”

“Well we made my fantasy come true... how about we make yours?”

Mindreading little shit.

“Um... we can,” I start slowly. “But part of it, for me anyway, is that I don’t want to know when it’s going to happen. Is that terrible?”

Once again I have to force myself not to think about how similar his chuckle is to Ronan’s. “Not at all, pretty girl. I hear you loud and clear. I’ll be patient.”

“While we’re on the subject, you already know where I live.

There’s a code for the front door but it’s literally just 0000 because my landlord doesn’t care about us, I’m in apartment four, and there’s a skeleton key we all share under the big potted plant out front.

And yes, before you ask, that means we all have the same keys. Again, my landlord is a cheap bastard.”

“That’s the shittiest landlord in the world,” he growls, real anger in his tone. “Are you allowed to change the locks? ”

“No, because then he’d have to change them back for the next tenant. Believe me, I know. But the people in my building are cool and we don’t bother each other. We usually keep a chair under the knob just in case, but maybe I’ll forget about that the next few days.”

“Yeah, definitely do that, but as soon as I leave, put it back. I don’t like the idea of you being vulnerable... well... unless it’s for me.”

There it is. There’s that helpless-but-not-really feeling I’ve been craving. “Don’t keep me waiting too long then.”

“Never, baby. Never.” There’s a comforting silence that stretches between us before he chuckles again. “What are you wearing?”

Well, fuck. “I’m wearing a grey shirt and.

.. nothing else.” My brother’s grey shirt, because I paced so fucking long this morning I never changed.

I’m also not going to tell him or even think about the fact that I tried to show my brother my pussy last night.

Something tells me that won’t end well. “You?”

“Boxer briefs. I was working out and then took a shower, but when I saw your text I just laid down on the couch. Have you eaten?”

“Not yet, but I’m getting there.”

“Drink water?”

At least he cares. “Some, yeah. Coffee, too. Were you okay last night?”

“I was alright. Thought about you the entire time and had to keep busy so I didn’t rush over to you to fix it. Next time I’m doing some aftercare before I leave. I dropped the ball yesterday.”

“What were you supposed to do?” I ask. “We were in a bathroom.”

Night chuckles. “Oh, I don’t know. Steal you and take you to my place so I can put you in my clothes and lay you on my lap.”

Fuck. Exhaling a little louder than I wanted to, I sit down on the edge of my counter. “Funny, that’s actually exactly what I needed.”

“I know, baby. I’ll make it up to you soon. You’ll be sick of me by the time I leave your place.”

He says that now, but the more time he spends with me, the more likely it’ll be I figure out who he is. I just have to drop the Ronan fantasy and start putting pieces together. “Then I’ll be patient. I know it’s hard. ”

“It’s actually not hard right now, but it wouldn’t take much to get there,” he jokes, and I can tell he’s trying to get a smile out of me whether he can see it or not.

It works.

“Yeah? So I’d just need to remind you that you came inside me yesterday?” I ask. “Or maybe that I’m not wearing panties right now?”

“Fuck,” he groans. “Yeah, that’d do it. I need to come inside you again, Atley. I can’t even explain that feeling with words.”

He doesn’t have to, I’m already craving it again. Biting my lip, I slide off the counter and make my way to my bedroom. “How would you do it this time?”

He hums. “Are we imagining in the bathroom again? I don’t want to say what I’d do in your place yet, I’m just going to show you. But if this was the bathroom, I’d bend you over so I can watch my cock slide in and out of your pussy and stare at that ass.”

“What if we weren’t at the bathroom or my house, we were in yours like you said?” Carefully, I lay down and grab my vibrator from my nightstand. As much as I want to feel his cock inside me again, I think my pussy needs a breather. “What would you do if I were sitting right next to you right now? ”

I don’t know what he’s doing, but I hear him move around and get comfortable before he answers.

“First I’d reach over and touch along your thighs, getting closer and closer to your pussy, and teasing you until you’re squirming.

I can see you clenching your legs together in anticipation, so I’d have to move onto the floor in front of you and open you up.

I’d honestly probably have to stare at your pussy for a minute because I need every inch of it burned into my mind before I start.

Then I’d kiss and lick my way closer until your scent drives me fucking wild.

Do you want me to keep going, baby girl? ”

My finger fumbles to find the button to turn the damned thing on, but I hum a yes as I feel the vibrations kick on. “Don’t stop.”

“I can hear that,” he teases, chuckling as he adjusts his position again, and this time when he speaks, I can tell he’s lazily stroking himself.

“Next I’d eat your pussy again, feast on it until you’re quivering and begging for me to fill up your needy cunt.

You’d beg for it, wouldn’t you, baby girl? ”

My thighs twitch as I nod. “You’ve already ruined my favorite vibrator, Daddy. I feel empty without you. ”

The groan he releases is sinful. “Because your pussy belongs to me. It already craves my cock and my cum, and after I made you come all over my face multiple times, I’d sit up and turn you around so you can hang onto the back of the couch while I fuck you until you cry.”

That does it. His honorific comes out in a whispered moan as my thighs squeeze my vibrator and the orgasm hits me. “Do you like the way my pussy squeezes your cock, Daddy?”

“Fucking love it,” he admits. “Best fucking feeling in the world, baby girl. Just thinking about it can make me come. Are you dripping for me?”

“Yes,” I gasp out, putting him on speaker so I can lay the phone on my pillow and reach between my legs. “Fuck, yes.”

“Let me hear it. Grab my cock, Atley.”

I feel the command all the way to my toes, so I flip around to grab it out of my nightstand. I might not have wanted to, but he’s very convincing.

After I get it nestled between my thighs, I grab my phone and hold the mic up to my pussy, letting him hear the wet, sucking sound as I fuck myself with just the head. “That’s you, Daddy. All you. ”

“Fuuuuck,” he groans, the sound of him stroking himself reaching my ears like he moved his phone down for me too. “Do that squeeze for me.”

I’m not sure if he can hear a difference or not, but clenching around it has me moaning and sliding down deeper to grind against his piercing. “So fucking deep now, I can’t breathe. God, you’re big.”

“It’s because you’re so tight. Faster, baby girl. I’m gonna come.”

“It’s both. My pussy was made for your cock,” I rush out, grinding quicker until I’m whimpering. “Come with me, Daddy.”

“Shit. Atley!” The long growl he releases has my spine arching as I come right alongside him, all over his thick cock. God, I already miss the real thing.

Panting, I keep it inside myself as I pick up my phone again and take it off speaker. “How much did you cum? How much did I miss?”

“A lot.” He exhales a sated breath. “Hold on.” His phone is jumbled around for a moment, and then mine vibrates in my hand. “Look at the picture.”

His torso is covered in ropes of cum that I’d give anything to lick up. Just one little taste. “I think I love you,” I mumble. “Is it always like that? Tell me it’s always like that.”

Night hums in a way that tells me he’s biting his bottom lip. “You like cum, pretty girl? Yeah, it’s always like that. Does my little cumslut want a taste?”

I can’t lie, it makes me smile. Most people get weirded out by cum, but I fucking love it. Well... most of the time. With the right men. “I love your cum,” I clarify. “And yes, your little cumslut wants a taste.”

“I’d feed it to you if I could, but don’t worry. When I come and take you, you’ll get to have some in all three holes.”

My pussy clenches around the dildo so hard, it makes me grunt.

Fuck, I want that. I want it badly enough I’m tempted to tell him to come tonight, but I can’t.

I have to go back to Ronan’s later for Orion’s weird Sunday dinner ritual.

He just started a couple of weeks ago, but he’s very adamant we have to go. “I’ll be looking forward to it.”

And I’ll figure out who he is then if it fucking kills me.