Page 60 of Breaking the Code

I let my fingers dance across his broad muscular shoulders as I consider how to use that look.

Maybe I’ll get a spanking? Maybe he’ll use that big ass belt on my ass?

“Did you eat, or have you been sitting here binging on junk since I last saw you?” he asks.

Oh, that’s not good.

I chew my lip, worrying it because he’s upset with me. I want to be a brat and tell him I’d eat better if he didn’t disappear for days on end. It’s going to make him even more upset when I tell him I barely slept while he was gone, and I ate nothing he would consider food.

“Quit tryin’ tae figure out how tae answer that without lying,” he growls.

Holy shitballs, that brogue is almost enough to make me come.

“I’m not…”

“Tavish,” he warns.

Closing my eyes, I drag in a deep breath. I won’t lie to him. I gave him my word I wouldn’t. “That’s not what I’m doing. I just want you to be happy with me. I want to please you, and I know I didn’t.”

He scoops me up and carries me through the wall-to-wall tech gear to the bedroom. Kicking the door shut behind him, I bounce as he drops me on the bed.

“Strip.”

I scoot back on the bed, pulling my clothes off as I move up the bed. Draven stalks toward the dresser I ordered and had put in the room just for him. I watch him rummage through the drawer. I have no clue what is in that dresser, but he’s wearing his belt, so if he were going to spank me, he’d have just pulled it off.

Draven crawls from the foot of the bed until he’s hovering over me. His massive body dwarfs me, forcing me to fall even further into my submission. I’ve always fought my submission off because I never felt safe. No one has ever made me feel secure enough to explore that side of myself. Not until Draven, but with him I know I can be myself.

“Do ya know what this is?” he growls in my ear, showing me the shiny object in his hand. His hot breath moistens the skin of my neck and shoulder.

My semi just went full metal jacket, hard as a rock. Instantly.

That’s all it takes. Everything Draven does sets me on fire. I want him constantly. A whiff of his clean, crisp scent or the sound of his grumbly voice or even his deep even breaths, and my dick is standing up straight and hard, searching for him.

He pinches the head of my dick. “Answer me.”

“No, but I have a good idea, and I don’t wanna wear that.”

“I dinnae care what ye want. Punishments arenae about what ye want. They’re about educatin’ and remindin’ ye tae make better choices.”

“My choices were perfectly fine, thank you very much.”

“I told you to eat.”

“I did.”

He growls, “Food, lilla du. Nae junk.”

The cold metal ring slides over my cock. His hand wraps itself around my cock as his mouth hovers over mine, stealing my breath. He robs me of oxygen regularly. Breath play is a favorite, but usually, it’s one of his big ass hands putting the perfect amount of pressure on my throat. This is…not better, but more sensual.

I gasp, “I was busy.”

“Ye weren’t too busy to binge on junk food. And ye should never be too busy to care for yerself. Ye come first, lilla du. Always,” Draven says as he squeezes my balls into the cock ring.

“Daddy!”

He hums darkly. “I love when ye call me that. I love the sound o’ that whiny little voice o’ yers begging for me.”

He strokes softly. Too softly for me to get any sort of relief.

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