Page 39 of Beg for Death
Stripping out of my clothes, I took a few steps back to catch my reflection in the mirror. The bruises on my ass were a deep purple that were a stark contrast to my pale flesh. I admired my daddy's marks all over my body. There was plenty of real estate where I was certain he could mark me up more. I squinted at the reflection in the medicine cabinet, examining more of my body.
"What are you doing? You're wasting water." Ezra's voice cut through all my thoughts and instantly grabbed my full attention.
I licked my lips as I twisted around and faced him. His dark gaze dropped from my face and traveled down the length of my body. It etched over every curve and dip. Hunger glimmeredin the dark pools of his eyes and a shiver trickled across my shoulder blades.
"Morning, Papi."
A groan cut through the sound of the shower in the bathroom as Ezra closed the short distance between us.
"Turn around, let me see how you're healing."
He cared.
The warmth in my chest was becoming constant as it radiated to my finger tips. I twirled and showed him my back side. His hand was hot as it caressed my back. He applied the littlest pressure before I bent over. I placed both hands on the floor and spread my legs a bit more.
My heart felt like it was firmly lodged in my throat as blood rushed to my head. All I could make out was the light blue tile on the floor and his feet. Hot fingers gripped my abused ass. Hollow pain erupted wherever he pressed into the bruises. A mewl slipped free as I rocked forward.
"Don't run from me, boy." His voice was barely more than a growl. His hands didn't ease up. If anything, he was applying more pressure.
I swallowed multiple times, trying to get some kind of control over the multitude of sensations running through me.
"Daddy, please."
"Suplicas como mi pequeña puta perfecta."You beg like my perfect little whore. His fingers brushed along my hole before he pulled back. "Shower and get moving. You still need to eat and take your meds."
"Get in the shower with me?"
"Seriously, do you know hownotto ask for stuff?”
I barely contained my grin as he started to strip out of his clothes. Ezra was a grump on a good day but he never failed to take care of me. And even when he didn't seem like he wanted to give into a request, he granted most of them. I felt spoiled, whichwas a strange concept for me. No one had ever made me like I was important in any way.
"Stop thinking and come on." Ezra steered me toward the shower, and I followed like a lost pet. I wished he'd left the collar and leash on me but I still hadn’t seen them since that day. The ankle chain was also something that hadn't appeared in the last few days. It stayed on the ground, and Ezra didn't make a move to put it back on me.
A part of me felt like he was testing me, but I didn't care. Outside the cabin walls, there was nothing waiting for me. I wouldn't be shocked if my dad hadn't already planned my funeral and was happy to finally be rid of me.
Ezra was all I had.
I kissed him on the cheek, catching him off guard as he gave me a weird look.
"Can I wash you, sir?"
"You haven't earned it yet."
"What do I need to do?" Desperation laced my voice as I got closer to him. "Please, I'll do anything."
Ezra grinned at me, standing under the spray of the water. Beads rolled down his muscular form, dripping and curving over every ridge. His deep tan skin made my mouth water. I wanted to lick him from head to toe. To worship every single body part.
"I'm the one in charge here."
I nodded and there was no denying that. "You're my daddy, so of course."
"Then why are you staring at me like you want to attack me?"
Heat flooded my cheeks as I opened and closed my mouth. There wasn't a dignified answer that I could come up with out of the blue. And denying it meant I'd break the rule of no lying.
I grabbed the washcloth and body wash instead, avoiding his question and began to wash up.
Ezra's laughter was light as it filled the bathroom. I stopped moving, mesmerized by him. I wanted to bottle up the sound and keep it hidden for only my ears. His smile too. He kidnapped me, but it felt like I was the one capturing him.
