Page 119 of The More the Merrier

I hated the picture I was presenting to him. No one had ever seen me so vulnerable. Not my family, and certainly not my father, who claimed emotions were a bad thing. Though he strutted around like a peacock, always puffing out his chest, he was a whiny soft man who barely cared for my mother at all. It hadn’t been a travesty when she divorced his incompetent ass when I was in high school.

Maybe my submissives over the years had seen another side of me, but I hadn’t even fully opened up to them. I always played the rhetoric in my head that I had to be the tough, powerful rock to lean on, never fully embracing all of me. I wiped at my eyes with the back of my hand. Damn it. The pain from Dalton’s belt was uncomfortable, yet I hadn’t given in the way I needed. It was almost as if he had seen me holding in the emotions and found another way to get a release. Tears slipped down my cheeks, and I swallowed hard, as if I could stop them, but they continued.

“I don’t ever fucking cry,” I snapped. It was easier to allow anger to build than to be reduced to a sniveling mess. “So, take it out and leave me alone.”

“Unless you call red or your safeword, I will not allow you to stifle those emotions, cramming them back down into your stomach or wherever else you’ve been hiding them over the years.” Dalton withdrew the thermometer almost all the way before pushing it back inside the tight pucker of my ass faster than he had the first time.

Several breathy attempts to speak failed. After ten seconds of me swallowing my pride, I finally responded.

“You’re working all the time, Sir.” I remembered his title, though my tone wasn’t as respectful as I’d meant to sound. I refused to acknowledge how spot-on he was regarding my current state.

“Let me handle my schedule, Grant. For today, I’m going to keep your ass as red as Santa’s coat until you see with your own two eyes how worthy you are. Am I understood?”

“Yeah, Dalton. I get it. Okay? I get it.”

Dalton moved his hand from the stem of the intruding rod and leaned across my back. He dragged his teeth along my earlobe, causing tiny sparks of pleasure to tickle along my nerves. “Forget my title again and I’ll make the inside of your ass as sore as the outside.”

“Seems like you have nothing better to do today, Sir.”

Dalton blew out a long breath. I knew exactly what sort of conundrum I’d gotten myself into. He saidifI forgot his title again, he would punish me, but my tone was miles away from sweet and dripped with sarcasm.

“Not a brat, you claim,” he growled low in his throat and spoke in the deepest tone I’d ever heard from him. “Master brat is more like it.”

“Are you asking to call me a title, Sir?”

“Absolutely not.” He plucked the glass tool from my asshole and not in a delicate way. “Ninety-nine point two. I’ll check it in a few hours and next time I expect you to cooperate.”

“Or?”

“I’m not giving you a consequence right now. You’re likely to do the opposite.” Dalton reached underneath each of my hips and, before I could react, he had me on my back. Stripping my boxer-briefs off, he scanned the length of my body. “Either I call Kendall in here and order her to go down on your dick like it’s the best thing she’s ever put in her mouth, or you play with yourself while I give you the most powerful orgasm of your life. Which one do you want?”

“That’s an extremely lofty promise, Dal-ha. Sir.” I barely caught myself, but was impressed with the save. My desire to call him what he’d ordered me to hopefully showed him how badly I longed for all of it. “You don’t know what sort of things I’ve done.”

“Pick one.”

Swallowing hard, I rubbed a spot on my throat. “Why can’t I have both?”

Dalton licked his tongue along his teeth. “I’m going to need to go to town sometime this weekend. What I’ve got on hand isn’t enough to tame your sass, but I will absolutely find a way to do it.” He strode to the door and opened it. “Kendall! Come here, prancer.”

Returning to the side of the bed, Dalton took off my t-shirt, trailing his fingers along the sensitive buds of my nipples. He breathed across each one and it completely threw me. I couldn’t remember anyone else ever touching me there in a way that turned me on. He flicked his tongue around the left one, repeating the gesture on the right. Was there anything he did that didn’t arouse me?

Kendall appeared in the doorway, still wearing my t-shirt and nothing else. “Oooh. What’s going on here?”

“Wrap your pretty little mouth around Grant’s cock and don’t stop until I tell you to stop.”

Her eyes widened and she practically ran into the room, quickly getting on my bed and shimmying herself into position. She glanced up at me for a moment before wrapping her hand around the base of my shaft and sliding the tip into her mouth. Something must have gotten through to her last night because she was downright obedient. Kendall shifted as I helped her to take her shirt off while she focused on her task. I wanted to see each of her gorgeous curves bend and flex while she sucked. Dalton stood watching us, and I was only mildly curious about why the gloves stayed on. My sweet girl took me deeper, but as I was about to come, he cleared his throat.

“Stop.”

I tried to keep my face neutral, but I was sure daggers flew out of my eyes in his direction.

“Regretting your earlier remarks, lumbersnack?” He chuckled as if he was the funniest person in the world. Removing his charcoal gray Henley and jeans, he smirked as Kendall and I watched. His muscles were earned from physical labor and not from the gym. I admired the navy tank and silky smooth briefs that outlined his more than ample package. He was already hard and my mouth watered at the sight.

“Nah, Dalton. You heard me correctly.”Fuck.“Sir,” I added, but it was too late. Though my apparent brat side had been sated for a few minutes, orgasm denial had not been a consequence I’d wanted to experience. For some reason, it never occurred to me to talk about limits with him, but I mentally added it to the topic list.

“Your half-assed attempt to correct your response won’t work today.” He picked up the bottle of lube, tossing it in his hands before squirting it from the tube onto his pointer and middle fingers. I didn’t need to be a genius to figure out what Dalton’s plan was. Kendall licked her lips, as if anticipating his order. “Go back to what you were doing, prancer.”

She shot a seductive glance at me before returning to my dick. Kendall worshiped it and though I very much wanted to praise her, I made the mistake of looking at Dalton. He joined the two of us on the bed, somehow looking even hotter. A devilish smirk twitched across his mouth.

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