Page 40 of Beg for Death
I wanted to confess the overwhelming feelings that were bubbling up inside me. Each time I got ready to blurt it out, I reminded myself that it never worked out. I could like him all I wanted but the moment he found out, he'd drop me.
"Was I brought here for you to kill me?"
Ezra froze midwash before he continued on. "Why are you asking me?"
I shrugged. "I was just wondering."
He studied me for what felt like forever. We both rinsed off and got out of the shower. He handed me a towel and offered his hand for help. I couldn't help the butterflies that took off in my stomach with such a simple gesture.
"Yes," he finally answered.
I thought I'd be mad or at least hurt, but I had always thought that was the case. Why he kept me alive so long had something to do with my dad. It was probably the only thing good my father ever did for me.
"Are you still planning to?"
Ezra's hand wrapped around my neck before I knew what was happening. His fingers pressed firmly against my pulse point as he backed me against a wall.
"Your life is mine to do whatever I want with it.”
Fear, pleasure, and something achinling close to love pulsed through me. "Yes, Daddy."
"If I want to kill you, I will. If I want to fuck you until you're a sobbing mess then you will bend over, hold your cheeks apart, and take it. If I want to hurt you"—he squeezed tighter, making endorphins flood my system—"then I beat you until you're all kinds of blue and purple. You don't have to think about what Iwill do with you. I'll decide, and you will be a good toy and obey me."
A shiver of delight took over. If Ezra noticed my trembling, he didn't say anything about it. I gasped in his hold as I was met with an intensity like no other.
I love you.
Fuck liking him, he was perfect. He was everything I'd wished for and more.
"Speak."
Another gasp slipped free as I opened my mouth to speak. My voice was barely above a whisper. "Please, Papi." My hips rocked forward of their own accord.
My cock was hard and aching in a matter of seconds. Ezra drew his hand up in line with my sight before he brought it down over my cock. My knees buckled as electricity lit up my insides. Any scream that tried to come out of me turned into breathy gasps.
"You're so fucking needy." He let me go, taking his heat with him as he headed for the door. "Food, meds, and get to the kitchen. Maybe if you're good, I'll give you a reward, but you're still fixing all the bullshit from last week."
The moment he wasn't holding me up anymore, I dropped to the ground. The cold tile hardly registered. I was so fucking turned on.
In the morningand most of the early afternoon, I was on my best behavior. I made sure to take all my meds, finished with reorganizing the spice cabinet, and I made Ezra a snack. I washed the last dish and dried my hands off.
I practically skipped over to the living room where Ezra was watching TV. I got to watch it a few times whenever he let me in the living room. The people on screen weren't nearly as alluring as Ezra was as he polished knives. He'd pick one up off the coffee table, examine it, and start rubbing it down before checking it again.
Crouching, I made sure not to block the TV for too long as I rounded the table. Ezra paused for a second as I passed the door that led to outside. I sat on the couch, leaving a space between us. He went back to polishing, and I waited like a hunter waiting for him to not pay attention to me.
I slowly closed the distance between us until my thigh touched his. I wore lime green shorts with my university shirt. It was comfortable, and not to mention, the shorts showed little peeks of the bruising Ezra had left on my skin.
My daddy didn't stop even as I inched into his lap. His arms accommodated me as he continued to clean his weapons.
The only sound came from the television as we sat in relative quiet. There was a sense of peace I'd never been able to feel. I took a deep breath and relaxed further in my daddy's embrace. I never wanted him to let me go.
On the TV, there was a couple on a date. They didn't look like the typical couple; she was nerdy, sporting braces and hair pulled back in a bun. Where he was the typical cool jock. He made her laugh and she made him blush. They were the definition of opposites attract.
Like us.
The more I watched, something started to bother me. I fidgeted on Ezra's lap until I was comfortable. It lasted all of five seconds before that feeling was back.
Ezra sighed and placed his knife down. "What?"
