Page 32 of Imperfect Skin

“We’re going to talk first.”

I huffed out a breath, growing annoyed. “I’d really concentrate better with a cock in my mouth or arse,” I snapped. It wasn’t a lie, I did concentrate better after I’d been used, but I also didn’t want to talk. I was afraid if I spilled out everything inside my brain, Cal would see what I really was. Besides, I wasn’t used to men wanting to talk, to know what I wanted or who I was. Often, it was an exchange of safe words and a list of limits, and that was it. But I couldn’t put the whole blame on them. I often used sex and submission as tools to avoid conversations, used my sexual hunger to stave off anyone getting to know me.

I twisted my head to look at Cal and saw him watching me with a thoughtful frown.

“I think I have an idea to keep your mind from wandering too far. And you are going to talk to me, little Mouse.” Cal gently tugged on my hair. “Can you stand for me?”

I sat up slowly. Cal grabbed my chin and turned me to face him.

“I’m going to ask you questions. This isn’t a scene, but if it gets too much you can call red. I know for whatever reason, you feel I’m going to reject you if I don’t like your answers, but that’s not how this works between us. But I need honesty from you, lamb, so I know how to keep you safe and give you what you need.” He brought his face closer to mine. “When I ask you a question, lamb, I want a verbal answer.” He gave a mean grin. “Well, that’s unless your mouth is otherwise occupied. Do you hear me?”

Lamb. He’d called me that twice, and I didn’t hate it. Oh shit. Daddy, Sir, was still waiting for an answer. “I promise to use my safe word.”

Cal’s grey eyes darkened, and his eyebrows rose. “I promise to use my safe word…?”

“Daddy, I promise to use my safe word.”

Cal brought our faces closer together, rubbing his nose against mine. “Good boy.”

The words were like a shot of serotonin to my brain, and I whimpered. I damn well whimpered at those two words. I needed to hand my maso card in if he could do that to me with two little words.

“What’s your safe word?” Cal still held my chin, forcing me to hold his gaze. It was like he was looking past my walls and seeing me. That was a scary fucking thought.

“Ginger, Daddy.”

“Ginger?” Cal repeated, with an amused tilt to his lips.

“Did a scene with a Dom who liked it a bit too much. Can’t stand the taste or smell to be honest. Didn’t mind the figging, just no ginger.”

Cal gave a dark chuckle. “Don’t worry, lamb. If I decide we’re going to do that, I won’t use ginger.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” Fuck. That was getting easier to say. It never was this way for me, even with the Doms at Crimson. I always fought more before I felt like I could submit.

“Now, up you get and lose the pants. Slowly though, lamb. I don’t want you hurting your back.” The gentle admonishment made me feel a little giddy.

I climbed off the sofa as quickly as I could and the pants were off in record time. Standing in front of Cal’s intense gaze with nothing but his oversized T-shirt on, I felt strangely vulnerable and small. The thick scar tissue on my left hip and thigh were visible. I normally gritted my teeth and dealt with the looks from Doms, praying they’d not say anything, but I knew Cal had seen them before. He’d been there when I’d woken in hospital, crying and screaming in pain.

He sat forward, placing his hands on my hips. The fingers of his left hand stroked the raised scar tissue. I didn’t see repulsion or pity in his eyes, just heat and admiration, before he leaned forwards and kissed the damaged skin on my hip.

“Beautiful, feisty boy,” he murmured, before he sat back. He glanced at my already eager cock and smirked wickedly. “Such a pretty little cock. It would look very sexy with some jewellery.” I nearly swallowed my tongue when Cal grabbed my cock, roughly stroking me from root to tip.

I nodded eagerly. I’d been wanting a Jacob’s ladder piercing for ages—partly, I was ready to admit, just to get Cal’s hands on my junk, even if it was to shove bits of titanium through it.

A petulant whine broke from me when Cal let go of me and sat back. The evil, wonderful bastard was messing with my brain.

“Now, straddle my lap, lamb.” Cal moved my pillow aside and patted his long legs. Instinctively I went to turn around, but Cal’s hand caught my wrist. “No, lamb, I want you looking at me. I want to see your eyes when you tell me what you want. What you need.”

Oh, fuck! The sneaky bastard would know with a look if I was holding back or lying to him.

I straddled his lap, my naked arse cheeks rubbing against the rough denim of his jeans. The clothing disparity between us was doing things to my brain, which had quite frankly already shorted out at the whole situation.

Rough hands grabbed my hips and held me still, stopping me from wiggling, “Now let’s start this again, lamb. What was it that you sought out at The Pit?”

I dropped my eyes to focus on the Ankh pendant that hung around Cal’s neck, “Pain, humiliation, punishment.”

“Now, say that again but look at me.” Cal’s hand left my hip and encircled the base of my cock, gripping tightly, almost on the edge of painful.

Taking a sharp breath, I lifted my head. “Pain, humiliation and punishment.”

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