Page 55 of Coiled Tight
Damian.
Daddy gave me a rueful smile before he ran a thumb across my cheek. “Look at you being a good boy and speaking up.”
So. Not. Fair.
Why had he clocked my need for praise so quickly?
“Daddy?”
His expression morphed into something akin to amusement. “Hm?”
“I wanna make out. A lot. I know there’s this image of Doms being cold and keeping a distance because that’s hot, too, and edging is supposed to be like a Dom pretending to not give a fuck while torturing their sub, but I want that.”
“You have some interesting ideas about the way all Doms work.” Daddy had the audacity to roll his eyes. “I can spend the whole night making out with you, while I edge and make you cry at the same time.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes, Cam.” The way he said my name was thrilling. He was supposed to be calling me boy or little one or any of those generic words just like I used an honorific for him here, but I wouldn’t be the one pointing it out. Those words didn’t leave me curling my toes and barely repressing the urge to arch my back and reach for him. “Is that what you want? You want me to taste your tears while you’re begging for more?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Fuck all the bratty tendencies to taunt him and tell him there would be no begging. Iwantedto beg. I wanted to be reduced to a bundle of overstimulated nerve endings and sexual need. And I wanted him to know it. I’d meant it when I told him he was in for a big reveal if he wanted me to play the innocent, little thing.
“Goddamn, you’re gorgeous.”
He trailed the exposed skin from my knees down to my inner thighs with his hands, but his eyes were stuck on my half-hard dick.
I gasped. When was the last time I’d beeninspectedby a Dom? Because it was exactly what Daddy was doing.
“Full of surprises, aren’t you?”
I chuckled.
“You like?”
I glanced down because even ten years later, I still got a thrill from watching the glint of metal bars there.
“I very much like,” he confirmed. His eyes were still stuck there. For once, I wasn’t complaining. My dick certainly wasn’t, either, growing to full mast under his attention. “Can I play with them?”
“Please,” I growled.
He didn’t waste his time. It was becoming clear that he wasn’t one to do that a lot, which raised questions about his edging methods, but not enough to make me interested in voicing them out loud.
Definitely not interested when he wrapped one hand around the back of my neck and pushed me to meet his lips. The angle was more demanding with the way my body was bent, and the chains rattled around us, but I didn’t care. His mouth was hot and rough and bordering on aggressive as it fought for entrance I was not denying.
In contrast, the hand on my dick was soft, almost reverent as it teased the shape of the three bars I’d gotten pierced down my length. The contrast had me on the edge right away, and… Maybe now I understood what the allure was.
“Starting to beg so soon?”
I groaned against his mouth. This was the moment when I told him to fuck off or something, and he made me regret the words, except… Fuck, I couldn’t. I couldn’t focus. He was everywhere, filling all my senses with only a few strokes. It was everything. His body heat, his scent—the spice that was half his body gel and half a remainder of the refuge that was an intrinsic part of him. The soft grunts he gave whenever I pushed against him or tried to gain control of the kiss.
“Daddy.”
This time, I didn’t use the honorific because I had a request or needed reassurance. I used it because it was the only word within reach, the only thing that made sense.
“Give me three things you want today, and three things you definitely don’t want.”
I gasped. He squeezed the tip of my cock. I wasn’t sure how the sharp sensation was supposed to help, but I didn’t think questioning that would get me an answer. Or that I cared enough about it to expend the energy like that.
