Page 56 of Coiled Tight
“I just want you to make me come, Daddy.”
The sound that came out of him was the perfect mixture of a startled laugh, a grunt, and condescension. I grew hot all over for it.
One quick glance confirmed that Damian was back at his place. I assumed he’d adjusted the AC or whatever it was, but it was hard to tell how I felt outside of how Daddy was making me feel.
“You’ve done this before, Cam?”
Huh?
I blinked as I focused back on him. “Exhibitionism?”
“For starters,” Daddy quipped.
I tried to hump him, but he moved out of the way. I mewled when he started circling me. It was hot.
“Yeah.” I remembered to breathe before I answered too. I was embarrassing myself enough as it was. “You can’t just assume I haven’t done stuff because of the diaper thing. Or the whip thing.”
Inadvertently, his gaze went back to my pierced dick. “Clearly.”
The piercings were just part of a rebellious phase I went through while I was in vet school, and not something I thought about half as much as I imagined most other people did. I’d also cried a lot while getting them done, and I’d always be glad to the piercer Daddy who kept promising me it was okay and that he was not going to tell anyone. Now, the piercings were great because they got the attention of all the Doms.Worked better than milkshakes—not that I’d really tried the latter.
“I don’t break easily.”
“Good.”
I closed my eyes. He hadn’t finished his circle around me, but I didn’t need eyes to feel him all the same, and I needed the darkness to think if I was going to make sense.
Three things I wanted, three things I didn’t want.
Breathe, Cam. Nothing you haven’t done before.
These talks weren’t ones I struggled with, dammit. They didn’t mean as much as I was being led to believe this meant, either. They were just talks. It was fine. Kink was fun, and it wasn’t something where I had to question who I was and how I held myself. It didn’t go deeper than the needs in my body and the arousal that became everything.
“Pain.” I licked my lips. “Sharp.”
“Okay.” He traced my jawline with his knuckles. “What else?”
“More mouth action.”
He smirked. I worried for a second that it wouldn’t be what he wanted to hear, but clearly, I didn’t know him well enough.
“One more, Cam.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. It was that or embarrassing myself further because of the zing that traveled up my spine when he talked to me like that.
“Breath play. Just light stuff.”
“I can do that.” As if he was testing it, his knuckles trailed down the length of my neck, forcing me to tilt my head back against the padded rest he had crafted with his own two hands.
I didn’t need to apologize if the fact turned me on, right?
Before I could get lost again, or before I found myself arching enough I could hump his leg in spite of the restraints keeping me bent over, I licked my lips and continued. “I don’twant anal. Or CBT. Squeezing is fine, but nothing more than that. And no sensory deprivation.”
I liked that he’d phrased it as three things I didn’t want and not three limits because those were different things, but I still held my breath, worried I had put him off regardless. It wasn’t something I’d apologize for, but I’d definitely cry—after I found a semblance of privacy, which couldn’t be so hard in a house this large if he undid the cuffs holding me and got me off the swing.
“That’s fine.”
I blinked fast. I’d never been particularly interested in reading a Dom’s expressions in the middle of a scene, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off him when he was right there. He summoned all my attention in a way that bordered on dangerous. I didn’t know if this was how others felt when they talked about 24/7 and TPE dynamics, but I suddenly saw the appeal if it was the case.
