Page 54 of Coiled Tight
“Hm?” Daddy pulled down the zip in his jeans while keeping his eyes on me. “Any more demands, darlin’?”
“I’m not a darlin’.” There was no bite to the protest—I couldn’t be perfect all the time, it seemed—but staying quiet hadn’t been an option. “Um. I was going to ask about later.”
“What about later?”
I would’ve answered right away; this wasn’t a case of me getting tongue-tied because of anxiety. No, I was tongue-tied because I got too distracted watching Daddy pull his cock out,but keep the jeans on, and I really shouldn’t find this attractive.
The tip of his cock was glistening, too, because of course he was spilling precum already, and he’d probably be coming all over me before I was even allowed to remember my name.
The plight of a sub was not a fun one.
“After Saddle Up.” I gulped. It was maybe breaking the spell around us, or not a conversation to have while his friend was listening, but I knew in my gut we needed to have it. I knew, despite all my self-esteem issues or whatever, it was important that I had some reassurance. That I deserved the reassurance. “I’m not good at compartmentalizing.”
“There you are with the big words.” Daddy smirked as he spoke—not that it gave me a clue to what he meant. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it. No halfway measures.”
My breath hitched. No halfway measures sounded right up my alley, but it was sobering, too, and… Dammit. I wasn’t supposed to want this. I wasn’t supposed to chase it.
My eyes stung.
Blinking rapidly helped—but only partially.
“Edge me, Daddy.”
“I should get you naked first.”
“Right.” I gulped. The air hitting my exposed chest, making my nipples stand out because Damian had to go all the way and he had to add drafts to his gothic house, apparently, had made me forget about the sweatpants still covering me. “Green. All the way green.”
“Is that your way of saying we’re using the traffic light system?”
I nodded.
I should be more worried that we hadn’t discussed safe words up until that moment.
Oh, well.
Someone else could call me out on being an irresponsible kinkster later.
“Good.”
Daddy was quick about removing the fabric. I got this funny image in my head that he found it offensive or something. I didn’t have time to bask in it because he was just as quick to lift one of my legs to cuff my ankle to the contraption. He was almost perfunctory in his movements as he mimicked the action with my other leg.
AndthenI was aware of all the bare skin, my hole clenching around nothing because it really was colder here than I liked.
“Daddy.” I swallowed.
Fuck.
I was going to be the annoying sub who kept calling for his Dom, and on top of that, I was going to be the extra annoying one that had a million requests that might be genuine but could be interpreted as me stalling.
I was not stalling. I just couldn’t focus if my entire body was shivering for all the wrong reasons.
“What is it?”
“Um.” I looked away—or tried to. Daddy pulled me to him, his fingers under my chin. My balls hit his unbuckled belt, and I needed a second to get some air back in my lungs. At least I didn’t have to worry about the temperature when he was this close. “It’s cold.”
“On it!”
Right.
