Page 51 of Imperfect Skin

“I did, but I believe that I also said that you weren’t to get yourself off without my permission. And I know I told you not to get yourself off when you were in the shower.” Cal’s grip around my cock grew tighter, his other hand gripping my hip with the same force. “You’ll be lucky if I let you come at all tonight, boy.”

I let out a shocked gasp. “Daddy, that would be too mean.” I was pretty sure if I didn’t get to come tonight, I would probably die—or at least act like I was.

“Would it really, boy? You did deliberately break a rule. Would it be so mean if I didn’t let you come tonight?” His voice was so reasonable and calm.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” I looked down at my feet. Daddy had released his hold on my cock, which still stood ramrod straight.

“Hmm. Are you really sorry, or sorry you got caught?” He brushed my hair behind my ears before tipping my chin up so I had to look him in the eye.

He gave me a crooked grin and I couldn’t help but giggle and shrug. “A little bit of both?”

“Well, no more playing with it until I say you can. Cheeky boy.” Daddy let go of me and turned the taps off before he reached over and grabbed one of the big, fluffy bath sheets and started to dry me quickly. “There will be no coming until I’m inside that sweet little arse. Understand me, Mouse?”

I sighed, feeling my cock twitch against my belly. Daddy’s rough tone and the way he was handling me were doing nothing to help the situation.

“It won’t go down.” I sighed mournfully as I stepped out of the shower and into the towel Daddy was holding out for me. “Can you help me?” I whined morosely against his chest.

“Wait here, and no touching.” Daddy kissed the top of my head and moved quickly out of the bathroom, then I heard his footsteps on the stairs.

I glared down at my junk, willing it to behave, but it just looked back at me smugly—and yes, dicks could look smug. I was still glaring at it when Daddy walked in carrying a bag of frozen peas. He wrapped the bag in a hand towel, and for a minute I wondered what he was going to do with it. Then it dawned on me.

Oh god!

Daddy caught my eye and I nodded assent, gritting my teeth as he pressed the cold bag to my dick.

Fuck.

That hurt—and not in a good way. All of my breath left me, and I nearly collapsed when the bag of peas was pulled away. I was fairly certain my balls had taken up residence in my stomach to get away from the cold. “Fuck me, that is fucking cruel. I think you’ve emotionally scarred my dick.”

Cal gave me a flat look and threw the bag of peas into the sink. “Alright, lamb, into the bedroom with you.”

“Yes, Sir.” I’d already messed up and wasn’t keen to do it again. I was desperate for Daddy to fuck me, and I was going to try and be the best boy ever.

The lights in the bedroom were turned down low and the duvet had been pulled back. Did he want me on the bed, or should I kneel and wait for him? I tried to remember what he’d said before I came upstairs and opted for kneeling. It didn’t put too much pressure on my back, and it felt comfortable and right to kneel for him.

“Now that is a perfect picture.” Daddy’s voice was laced with praise as he stepped back into the room. I kept my eyes lowered, eager to prove I could be a good boy just like he wanted.

“Thank you.” I looked down at my hands. I’d laid them flat on my thighs with my legs slightly apart, remembering the training I’d done under the Masters at Crimson. I’d not felt the urge or need to use proper form for the last few years, but with Daddy, I wanted to show him how perfect I could be.

“How does your back feel? Honest answer, please.”

I shivered under the sound of his voice, the natural dominance that flowed out of him. Submitting to him wasn’t the fight I expected it to be. The temptation, though, still stood to tell him I felt fine. I kept my eyes down, looking at the deep scars that covered my thighs from the crash.

“I feel fine.” I kept my tone light and hoped he’d believe me. I didn’t want him to think I was too sore to fuck. I’d waited so damn long for this moment, and I wasn’t going to let my stupid back stop me. Fucking Ziggy. There weren’t enough curse words to cover how much I hated that guy, or how much he’d fucked me up.

No, that wasn’t all on him. My brain was fucked as it was. He’d just preyed on that weakness.

“Sweet lamb, why don’t you try giving me the truth?”

I lifted my eyes slowly, squirming under the intense look he was giving me. “I’m not lying. It only hurts a little bit when I bend or lay back. But I’m okay, Daddy. I want this. I want you.” I needed Cal to lay claim on me, now.

“Hush. I only need to know if you’re hurting so I can be careful. Believe me, we can work around your back. I want this as much as you do.” Daddy lifted my hand from my thigh to press against his crotch. “Do you feel this, lamb? This is all because of you. Don’t take my concern about your injuries as anything but care for you.”

I nodded, not knowing what to say, and Cal lifted me to my feet and pulled me against him. The kiss that followed was sweet and tender, and I didn’t know it could feel like this. I felt cared for, and sexy, and all the good things that I’d long been denying myself. Sex had been an escape, along with the BDSM. I’d forgotten how good it could feel to let go and trust the man I was with.

“You taste sweet, little lamb. Get on the bed. I want to taste you some more.” He led me to the bed, guiding me down onto my front, but not before he kissed me again. Breathless and a little dazed, I lay down on the soft cotton sheets. They were cool beneath me. Soon, Callum was hovering over me, his strong thighs bracketing my hips and his hands resting near my head.

“I don’t want you to do anything but feel, lamb.” He pressed a soft kiss to the nape of my neck and moved lower. I’d expected—well, I wasn’t sure what I’d expected—a quick and rough fuck, maybe. But not this. He was going to break me apart with gentleness and I was helpless to do anything about it. The rough touch of his calloused fingers was juxtaposed with the gentle kisses he pressed against my skin. He avoided the worst of the whip welts, focusing on the skin between, trailing lower. His soft beard tickled, and I let out a shocked giggle when it brushed against the rise of my arse. A gentle nip to the flesh of my arse was followed by a stronger bite that had my cock stirring.

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