Page 36 of The Love Obsession (Bloody Desires #11)

KEATON

“Nineteen. Thank—Thank you, Da-Daddy.” My voice wavered.

Spitting out the words felt a lot like swallowing nails.

My entire body trembled with need and my teeth chattered.

My asscheeks stung more than my sunburn.

I’d never experienced such strong emotions, and I was caught between the urge to lean back into each strike and pull away from him for relief.

My heart drummed in my ears, and I couldn’t gather my breath. I felt superhuman under the firm strokes of the brush against my sensitive asscheeks.

Another thwack made my knees wobble, and I wasn’t sure how much longer they’d hold my weight.

“Number, boy,” Zayn murmured when I let out a shuddery breath. He caressed the burning spot he’d created, and I jerked away from him, but he encircled my waist with his arm, keeping me upright and near him.

“Twe-twenty. Thank you, Daddy.” My fingers curled in the sheets below me, gripping them tight.

I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.

My dick was flushed red, precum beading at the slit and dripping onto the bed.

The threads of my orgasm strangled my balls.

I was so fucking close it hurt, but Daddy had told me not to come.

The clack of him dropping the brush on the nightstand had me exhaling loudly through my nose.

The pleasant yet painful throbbing from my asscheeks spread electric currents up my spine and down to my dick, which jolted as another long stream of precum dripped onto the mattress beneath me.

Hunger for Zayn warmed my belly, but between the spanking with the brush and the tiredness that came with the sunburn, my limbs felt like jelly. My knees trembled harder.

He cooed out a soft sound. “Oh, my sweet boy. Look at you. You look absolutely wrecked and we only just got started.”

I whimpered, spreading my legs wider. My dick was heavy, bobbing insistently for release that I knew he wasn’t going to give me anytime soon. He’d said the spanking wasn’t the punishment, but it certainly felt like it with how desperate I was to come.

“I want to come, Daddy.” I suspected I should’ve been embarrassed with how needy I sounded, but I didn’t have it in me to care. He could do anything to me, and I’d never be ashamed of my reactions. “Please, let me come.”

I wasn’t the type of guy to beg. I fucking hated the thought of it. My life involved me doing what I had to in order to survive.

I fought. Fucked. Went to work—any basic labor for money. Put food on our table. Survived.

I’d never relied on someone else for my pleasure, but that was what I was doing right now. Daddy hadn’t just given us a home and a new car and safety, he was in charge of my body and my release.

“Mmm, do you think you deserve it, boy?” He scraped his fingernails over my tender asscheeks, and I hissed, jerking forward again. But like before, he stopped me from moving away from him.

“No, Daddy.” I whined, the sound getting caught in my throat. “But I want to. Fuck. I really, really want to.”

He spread my cheeks, dipping his thumb to press against the ring of my hole.

I tightened my muscles, hoping to entice him to fuck into me, but he pulled back before he even pushed the tip inside.

Whining, I glanced over my shoulder pleadingly at him.

My stomach was melting, and my lungs constricted, sucking all the air out.

I tightened my hold on the sheets, my fingers clenching and unclenching, and I squeezed my hole again. “I’ll be good from now on. I’ll do whatever you want. Please, fuck me, Daddy.”

He nuzzled my crack with his nose, and while I couldn’t see his face, I felt the wetness of his tongue slide over my hole. I gasped, thrusting, but he pulled me back before I could get too far. Electricity buzzed under my skin and goose bumps rose over my arms and legs. Holy fuck.

“Daddy.” I yelled, a shudder sweeping through me.

I drove my face into my pillow, muffling my shouts of pleasure as his tongue worked my entrance.

There was no mercy in the way he ate me.

He was hungry and I was his meal. Or maybe I felt more like his sacrifice, but if that was the case, I’d happily let him devour me.

The monster inside him could have me and take me any way he wanted me.

He slapped my ass, and I yelled at the sting. “This pretty hole needs some accessories.”

I groaned, burying my head into my pillow and hoping for some miracle because I was ready to bust. My dick jerked, reminding me of how desperate I was, and the fact that I couldn’t touch it was torture. This was how I’d die. Hard with blue balls.

Something wet touched my hole and this time it wasn’t his tongue.

My spine stiffened as his lubed fingers worked into my tightness, and an explosion of desire blasted through me.

I tried to press my thighs together to strangle my dick, but as if he knew what I was doing, Daddy used his free hand to hold them open.

“Mmm, you’re so tight, boy. So ready.” His voice was warmer than hot chocolate and I felt it down to my bones.

My dick throbbed harder at the sound.

He opened me up with two fingers, and the stretch sent a sizzling spark through me.

His fingers were thick inside me, and I tensed when the tips brushed over my prostate.

Holy shit. My vision blurred and I clenched my eyes shut, focusing on not coming all over the mattress below me. How was I supposed to hold off?

As if he heard my thoughts, he pulled out his fingers.

Relief swept through me, but it didn’t last long. Something bigger and wider pushed against my ring, and the muscle gave way. It wasn’t his dick, and as I tried to glance over my shoulder to look, Daddy slapped my ass again.

“Butt plug, boy.”

I groaned. Fuck. Shivering, I clenched my fingers around the sheets again. This really was how I’d die.

“You’re going to keep this in until I take it out. This is your punishment.” He pressed it in deeper until it nudged my prostate, and another electric current zinged through me. I jolted, then groaned.

“Daddy, I’m sorry. Fuck me. I promise I’ll be good.”

He hummed. “Too late. Look at you. You’re redder than a tomato. And now you’ll wait for my cock until I say so.”

This was hell.

When the plug was fully inside, he moved, and I pouted because I needed more than this.

I needed his tongue again. Or better yet, his dick.

He shifted me like I was a doll for him to control, and when he was done, he was naked— When did that happen?

How did he get rid of his clothes so quick?

—and sitting in front of me with his legs spread.

I sat back on my heels as he leaned over to the nightstand and seized a book. A fucking book.

What the fuck?

I glared as he spread the pages to the bookmark he’d placed in the book last night. The plug dragged against my prostate, and I sucked in a breath between my teeth.

He smirked over the top of the book. “You’re going to warm Daddy’s cock with your mouth, boy.

I don’t want you to suck too hard. The aim isn’t to get me off or you won’t get my cock in your hole.

If you’re a good boy and you do as you’re told, I’ll fuck you until you’re cross-eyed. This is your punishment. Am I clear?”

I shuddered. Fuck this prick. I nodded because I was weak and loved his dick too much. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good boy. Come here.” He gestured me forward, and I crawled toward him.

I lay on my stomach, the plug shifting in a way that sent a sizzling heat up my spine, and I grasped his thick dick. I sucked on the tip gently before he placed a hand on the back of my head, guiding me down his length. He hit the back of my throat, and I gagged, then relaxed.

“Stay right there while Daddy reads. Remember, don’t try to get me off if you want my cock in your ass tonight.”

I groaned. Closing my eyes, I settled on the mattress, ignoring how trapped my dick felt against the bed. I stayed as still as I could because every time I moved, the plug brushed over my prostate. It was worse than torture and I never wanted to experience this kind of punishment again.

Daddy focused on the book in front of him. He licked his finger and turned the page, the sound of paper rustling filling the quiet room. I inhaled through my nose, watching him under my eyelashes, hoping he’d come to his senses sooner rather than later, but he kept reading.

I waited.

And waited.

And waited.

It took all my restraint not to give in and suck him off while rubbing my dick along the mattress.

I deserved a medal. Every second that slipped by felt like an eternity.

I was struggling to hold still. I needed him like I needed air.

I wanted to tell him I was sorry, beg for his forgiveness, but it wouldn’t work. He had control made of steel.

This was all my fault.

My skin’s warmth strengthened, but it wasn’t from the sunburn.

I’d long ago stopped feeling the heat from that, though I suspected it’d be worse tomorrow.

No. Right now I was on fire because of my Daddy and his patience.

I hungered for him, and his dick sitting on my tongue wasn’t doing a damned thing.

My wood didn’t disappear. If anything, I grew harder.

He paused every so often to look at me and brush my hair off my forehead, and I whimpered, pleading, but he merely winked and went back to his book.

The plug pushed in deeper every time I squeezed my hole, pressing against my prostate like the sweet torment it was. In response, my dick jerked and another drop of precum beaded at my slit. I hoped they put Death by Blue Balls directly on my tombstone.

Keaton Burnett

Died from Not Getting Dick

I laid my hands on his thighs and dug my fingernails into his skin, causing him to chuckle as he turned another page. He didn’t say anything, and I hated that I didn’t have his attention. There was something so fucking wrong about that. Why wasn’t he looking at me?