Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Jordan giggled around my cock.
“Are they having fun downstairs?” I let my head fall back, and I sighed contentedly.
“Lucian and Greer and the other Masters are enjoying the high-protocol and dancing with their slaves on cloud nine, so I’d say they’re havin’ fun.”
Good for them.
I scrubbed my hands over my face and felt myself relax for the first time today. All the preparations, all the buildup—now we could let go and enjoy ourselves.
“Come to bed, baby…” I glanced back at him and reached out my arm. “Ignore the perv staring at us.”
Said perv was failing to hide that he was rock hard behind his hand.
Ash didn’t even look his way. He stripped down to his boxer briefs and approached the bed.
I fisted Jordan’s hair and eased him off me. “There’s a sweet boy here who’s beyond ready to beg for Daddy’s forgiveness. Isn’t there, boy?”
Jordan nodded quickly, cheeks flushed. “Yes, Sir. May I do that now?”
“Go for it.”
CHAPTER 9
Jordan Hackett
Icouldn’t believe I’d ever doubted Daddy’s dominance. To be honest, I hadn’t been aware of my own hesitation. I could swear on my life. It was just…the notion of letting go completely was so foreign to me—unless a Dom’s demeanor was constantly put on display, like Nathan’s.
My Rigger.
Daddy was different. He was always smiling and ready to goof off with me, and I’d stupidly mistaken it for his guard being lowered. That he would let me get away with too much.
I’d been so wrong.
As soon as he reached the bed, I was there on my knees.
“I am so, so sorry, Daddy.” It was possible I spoke to his abs at first, but Jesus H. Christmas, look at that body. That chest, those thighs, those shoulders, arms, freaking everything. He wasn’t a twentysomething gym bro; he was a grown man, who liked to eat, who liked to work out, who played with his kids, who had some scars… Heavens almighty, my mouth went dry.
He hooked a finger under my chin and lifted it a bit.
There. Eye contact.
He was amused.
“Heh.” I held up a finger. “I’ll try that again. Ahem.” For effect, I clasped my hands in prayer, ’cause I still wanted to be cute. “Daddy, I messed up. I should have apologized much sooner. You’ve been nothing but genuine and wonderful with me, and I had no reason to think you might not be able to handle me. I’m very sorry. That won’t happen again.”
Something softened in his gaze, and he cupped my cheek instead. “It might, actually—and that’s okay. You’ll learn soon enough that I’m the one who decides which buttons of mine you can push.” He dipped down and brushed a kiss to my lips. “You’re forgiven. But next time, we’ll explore punishments. Does that sound fair?”
I had to admit it did, and I was too happy to get huffy about potential punishments in the future. “Yes, Sir.”
“That’s my boy.” He kissed me deeper and nudged me back, until I eeep’d and fell back altogether. He grinned wolfishly and crawled over my body, a sight that almost punched the air out of my lungs. “Are you ready for Daddy to stretch you out?”
Oh my gosh.
I sucked in a shaky breath and nodded quickly.
He hummed into a deep kiss, and he took off his boxer briefs. “But first, I want that mouth on my cock.”
Yes, Sir! Right away, Sir!
He maneuvered us around and ended up on his back, and right there, in that moment, on full display, with an arm folded under his head, he looked like a man who owned the world. Unabashed, unapologetic, unafraid. Totally in control.
Holy crap, this was really happening to us. James might not recover after watching Daddy and Rigger fuck me into oblivion.
I might not either, considering the sizes of their cocks.
As I pretty much fused myself to him, I kissed every inch I could reach on my way to his cock. I rubbed his thighs, feeling the muscles underneath. I wanted James to get jealous in the way that turned him on even more, ’cause I already knew he was salivating at the sight of these two men naked.
“Let’s get your little bottom in the air, sweetheart.” Rigger’s warm voice made me shiver—not to mention obey instantaneously. I got on all fours while he ordered James to get the oil from their bag.
I looked at Daddy’s cock and wet my bottom lip. To be honest, I was intimidated!
“It’s very big, Daddy,” I admitted. “I’m just a little guy.”
He smiled—and there was a darkness in that smile—and he brushed a hand down his front, toward his cock, until he gripped the base.
“We’ll make it fit,” he murmured.
“It’ll hurt.”
“I sure hope so.”
Gosh.
I swallowed against the rushing fear and desire, and I dropped my head to kiss the head of his cock. At the same time, I felt Rigger behind me, and he wasn’t alone. As soon as he allowed James to warm me up with his tongue, he was there. James kneaded my butt cheeks and closed the distance.