Page 23 of Beg for Death
His words turned me on even more. My hole clenched on nothing as my cock twitched. A breathy moan was squeezed out of me.
"Pathetic." Ezra yanked me close to his lips against my ear. The coarse hair of his facial hair scratched against the outer shell of my ear, creating little shock waves of pleasure. "I bet you get this slutty for anyone, don't you? You're probably all used up, spreading your legs for anyone."
That wasn't true.
His hold tightened even more and spots started to dance in my vision.
"It would only be right that I use you too. That's what you want, right? For me to play with you like a toy?"
I wanted to nod to answer in some way, but all I could muster was a weak whimper.
Even if this was short-lived till I escaped or Ezra let me go, I wanted to know what it truly felt like to be used and abused by someone who knew how.
My toes curled as I rocked my hips forward. The harsh wet slap to my cock jolted my body up. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I trembled from head to toe.
"Can't function for shit. What kind of broken toy did I pick up?"
Another slap had my balls tingling as pleasure sent electricity to every nerve ending. I couldn't even take in a full breath of air. Frustration was the name of the game. I wanted more and for him to just fuck me already. My cock was leaking and felt heavy between my thighs.
"You need a cock cage; this is out of control." Ezra’s accent was thick, turning me on even further. He hit my cock again before gripping my balls while squeezing.
I went up on my tippy toes as my hands flared out.
"Put them down now." The command in his voice held a slight growl that had my back arching.
My climax robbed me of all thought, my mouth opening and closing as I tried to call outdaddy. Nothing more, the short gasps was all I could muster as I came.
"Filthy bitch," Ezra whispered against my ear before biting down.
Another wave of pleasure rocked through me. My brain shut down as I was placed on cloud nine. I barely kept myself standing, but for some reason, I wasn't even worried about it.
It took me an embarrassing amount of time to realize what was happening after coming so hard. A soapy wash cloth went up and down each of my limbs. "Arms up."
I obeyed without question. My head was blissfully empty as endorphins tingled all the way to my finger tips. Every instruction he gave, I obeyed. I spread my cheeks when he told me to bend over slightly as he cleaned me.
Ezra got every nook and cranny on my body. He seemed to pay extra attention to the rolls on my side. He moved back and forth like he would if he was fucking me. A shudder raced over my spine at the thought.
"Come on." The water shut off, and I blinked, not even realising he'd done everything. Even my hair was washed. I reached up, pushing my fingers through the freshly cleaned strands. The smell of the shampoo was pleasant and not too strong.
I turned around and got out of the tub. I felt like I was on auto pilot. Or, better yet, that I was a puppet and Ezra was pulling the strings. It was scary and so fucking freeing. I'd always dreamt of this kind of control where I didn't have to overthink everything. I didn't have to fight every thought in my head.
A soft towel caressed my skin as Ezra dried me off. All I did was stand there as something inside of me bubbled up from the deepest parts of my soul.
What was happening?
I didn't have answers and I didn't give a fuck to ask. I wasn't willing to break whatever it was. The fantasy was becoming my reality, and I wanted to stay in the little bubble for as long as I could.
Ezra led me to the bedroom and produced a pair of my sleep shorts and shirt. It was an old T-shirt that had seen better days, and still he dressed me like I was incapable. I'd never felt so cared for.
He sat me down and grabbed the plate of food. “Eat."
I stared at the mouth-watering food. It was enchiladas and they were homemade. Not the frozen shit I'd grown up on. Staying with Ezra and being allowed to eat the same meals as him, I came to realize he was a damn good cook. His food always filled me and made me feel good.
"Can you feed me?" I asked.
There was a pause, and I was certain Ezra was going to say no, but he sighed and took hold of the fork. He fed me until I couldn't possibly take another bite. My stomach was full and there was a warmth that felt bone-deep that made me feel satisfied.
"Thank you, sir." I licked my lips, watching Ezra through my lashes. "Did you eat, Daddy?"
