Page 33 of Imperfect Skin

Cal’s hand stroked up my shaft slowly. “Good boy. Now, what is it you actually want?”

His hand moved agonizingly slow, his rough palm chafing at my already oversensitive skin.

“I still want pain. I’ve always needed that.” Cal held my hip still, stopping me from thrusting up into the stranglehold he had on my cock.

“What else?”

“I want to be used. Fucked hard and mercilessly.” It felt so fucking good when Cal’s hand sped up slightly. “I want to be a good boy and take everything you give me. I want to wallow in the pain and humiliation.”

Cal leaned forward, his nose brushing my ear, then his teeth gently nipping at my neck. “What else, little Mouse?”

“I want you to tell me I’m good. I want—I want to be held. I want someone to make me not feel like I’m dying inside.” I wanted all of this so badly, as I spoke tears started to form and fall freely down my face. My hips rocked, trying to chase the feel of Callum’s hand.

“Will you let me give you that? Will you give me your submission, your pain? Will you?” Cal’s hand tightened around my shaft.

“I want to, but I’ll fight you. I can’t not.” I shuddered as Cal bit down on my neck. It was so different from when Ziggy did it. The pain was there, but this time it blossomed into euphoria.

Callum drew away from me and smiled wickedly. “I know you’re going to fight me, and I can’t wait. Now, lamb, come for your Daddy.”

Doms had tried and failed in the past to make me come on command, but Daddy’s husky voice, so commanding, had my body taking over, telling my brain to shut the fuck up. I came hard, Callum’s hand milking me and not stopping until I was a writhing, oversensitive mess in his arms.

I collapsed against his chest in a sobbing, snotty puddle.

“There’s my good lamb. Let it out, little one.”

Daddy had me.

The thought was both freeing and terrifying, but in his strong arms, I could let myself believe it—for a little while, at least.

Ten

CALLUM

Watching Mouse come apart in my hands was stunning. It made me hungry for more. I wanted to see how beautiful he would look when he finally relinquished control. He relaxed in my arms, the soft puffs of his breath tickling my neck where he curled into me. One of his hands had found its way under my shirt. His fingers traced patterns on my skin, and I could feel the gentle roll of his hips against my lap.

“Are you trying to get off again, boy?” I wrapped my hands around his hips, holding them still. Mouse groaned and tried to rock his hips, letting out a frustrated huff as I held him still. “Answer me, lamb.”

“Feels good.” Mouse nipped playfully at the skin of my neck. “Want to make you feel good, too.”

“This isn’t transactional, lamb. Daddy enjoys seeing you happy, bringing you pleasure and pain.” I emphasised my point by digging my nails into his hips. Mouse moaned against my skin, making abortive thrusts.

“I know, Daddy, but I’ve dreamed about it.”

Reaching up, I tangled my fingers through Mouse’s hair and pulled his head back so he had to look at me. “Did you dream about getting me off? Did you play with your little cock as you thought about it?”

“So many times.” Mouse’s eyes fluttered shut, but I wasn’t going to have that. I tugged harshly on his hair and smiled in pleasure at the way his eyes opened, fixing on me.

Releasing his hip, I grabbed his chin. My other hand tightened in his hair. “No more touching that pretty little cock without my permission, lamb.”

Mouse gave a breathless chuckle. “But Daddy, you can’t have your eyes on me twenty-four hours a day.”

“Oh, but I can do one better, lamb.” I released his chin and dropped my hand to his lap, curling my fingers around his cock and tightening my grip. “I can lock this away and not let you touch it.” I ran my nose against his cheek. “I could tease you until you were begging me to come, but I wouldn’t let you. Not until I was good and ready.”

“Oh gods.” Mouse trembled in my arms, his dark eyes focused on me. “I—fuck! I want you to do that. I’d hate it so much, but it would feel so good.” Mouse made breathy little sounds that were music to my ears.

“When your back is healed, baby boy, we can have some fun. Daddy can show you how a flogger can really be used.”

Mouse moaned, dropping his head to my shoulder. “You promise, Daddy?” His words were muffled against my skin, but I heard them.

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