Page 92 of Coiled Tight
I grimaced.
Yeah, not the best choice of word.
“How hard do you want me to go, Cam?”
“Oh!” Understanding the question had him forgetting his reserves from earlier, looking up at me while leaning forward. I didn’t think it was a coincidence that his mouth ended up so close to my cock. “I haven’t played with you, Daddy. I don’t know what you understand by hard. But, um, I wouldn’t mind it if I couldn’t sit comfortably for a week.”
I groaned. He really had a way with words, didn’t he?
Forgetting that I was portraying the image of an unaffected Dom, I tugged at his hair with my free hand, nostrils flaring. “Every five lashes, I want you to give me your color. With someone I have more experience with, not giving me the color on their own signifies a stop. Because it’s the first time I’m flogging you, I will offer reminders. That’s all the leeway you’re getting.”
Cam’s lips parted. I could see his pulse skyrocketing. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” I eased the hold on his hair to run a more soothing caress through it before tugging once more. “A pity I can’t keep you on your knees if I want to leave your ass purple.”
Cam mewled. “Can I suck you first, Daddy? For warmup reasons. Obviously.”
There was nothing innocent about the big eyes he gave me, nothing that belied the desire pooling in his gaze and overtaking every rational thought.
“Get to it, then.”
I clenched my fingers to fight the urge to tug him down my cock. One day, I could test the waters—see how aggressive I could go with him. Today was not the day for it. Definitely not when the boy deserved to be rewarded for how willingly he opened his mouth, flattening his tongue, and sticking out the tip.
Cam was many things—one of them was a fast learner. And a pleaser.
“That’s a good boy,” I groaned as I dragged my cock across his tongue, teasing the nerve endings there.
Cam breathed heavily through his nose, his eyes rolling back for a second. I ran a thumb across his jaw. There were so many questions that didn’t quite have an answer yet, so many pieces of the puzzle that made up who he was but that I didn’t have yet.
They didn’t matter. Not when he kneeled like this, when he looked up at me likethat, with so much trust, so much desire for what was to come.
“Make me come, darlin’.” I grunted. “You don’t want me distracted when I’m marking the skin all over your ass and thighs, do you?”
The response Cam tried to give was muffled, chokedby my own cock hitting the back of his throat. I paused, but there was no need; all his efforts redoubled to suck me in as hard as humanly possible.
I didn’t fight it when the waves of orgasm grabbed hold of me, when everything in my body warned me of the impending release. I just held him tighter and kept him there until he’d swallowed every last drop. Part of it was possessiveness I’d only admit to during sex. Part of it was being mesmerized by the way his fingers curled against my thighs as if he was actively fighting to stay there, to be the good boy I wanted him to be.
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Iwas in the middle of getting air back into my lungs when Daddy got me on my feet. The height difference between us wasn’t the hugest, but it felt larger now, when my lips tasted of musk and the salt from his cum, and I had to be flushed all over.
“Color, Cam?”
I panted, swaying forward against him. Balance had never been my forte, but it wasn’t something I was self-conscious about, either. Like, I already had enough things that made me that way.
“Green, Daddy.”
Saúl hummed. He still had the flogger in his hold, the twisted leather that had seemed so shiny when I’d walked into the office full of energy, now looking more threatening. I had a tendency to bite off more than I could chew. It was how I’d built my tolerance.
It was also not something I started negotiations with. For some reason, Sadists didn’t love it.
I still wanted it, though. Threatening didn’t mean bad. Itdidn’t lodge my heart up my throat or leave me holding my breath or my heartbeat rising to worrying levels.
It just made it harder to keep my eyes off thetoy. Funny thing how we referred to literal torture devices as toys in BDSM spaces, huh?
Focus, Cam.
