Page 118 of Cook

“Good, Maddie.” He placed his palm flat against my ass cheek, and I braced. “Relax, Maddie.”

It was easier said than done. I tried to settle onto the bed, but that meant leaving his sharpened touch. Was he going to hit me again? My pussy purred, wanting it, because I knew what came next.

Pain mixed with pleasure. He was taking away my pain, removing a stabbing shard from my body and replacing it.

“Relax, Maddie,” cooed Cook, sliding his fingers between my ass cheeks.

I shimmied as need opened me.

He slid his fingers between my ass crack and then down to my hole, putting pressure on me. I let out a soft moan. The pain had faded, but I was prepared to be pierced by his fingers.

“Do you trust me, Maddie?” asked Cook.

How could he ever ask me that? “Of course, Daddy.”

His hands pushed my ass cheeks aside while stroking my anus. Another moan gurgled from inside of me.

“I’ll own you here too, one day.”

Pleasure brushed across me from the sensation, but it departed as his fingers did. I let out a groan, but he slid his fingers down my slit, hitting my channel first. He didn’t press in but went down the length to my clit.

“You’re drenched for me,” he said, almost lovingly.

Cook kept his fingers pressed onto my clit, holding me downon the bed with his other hand, and then bent his head beside mine. Drawing his eyebrows together, he watched me thoughtfully.

He could play with me all he liked. I had already shown him how I could bend to his will. But something had shifted, the weight slipped from my body.

“Let me touch you, Daddy,” I begged, licking my lips.

“Are you sure you want to do that, Maddie?” He cupped my clit, and I rubbed against his hand. “I think you want me to touch you.”

“Whatever you like, Daddy.” I ground myself down on his palm.

“Yes, it is however I like.” He took his hand from my slit, and I whimpered.

Disappointment gushed through my sore and weak body, but I waited back on his bed as he disappeared from my vision. My eyes drifted closed until he sat down again, the bed creaking and shifting under his weight.

My body almost rolled into his, but I grabbed the blanket, holding myself tight until he ordered me. I wanted to feel the harsh breath of his orders on my skin as much as I wanted him to slap my ass again, removing another piece of the armor.

“Get off the bed,” said Cook.

I rolled toward the edge of the bed, the material scraping my sensitive ass. My knees hit the carpet with a thud, and I flipped back my head to get a good look at Cook who took my place in the center of his bed. He lay on his back, his head propped up by his hands. He watched me too, a hungry smirk on his face and a painful swell in his pants.

I licked my lips. “Like this, Daddy?”

He nodded. “Undo my pants.”

My gaze shifted between his pants and his eyes.Today, I’ll finally have his cock in my mouth.I salivated at the thought.

He dipped his chin toward the swell in his pants as if to say,Don’t make me wait, and I lurched forward instantaneously. The hunger for his cock thrummed in my pussy and my mouth.

I undid the button and then reached for the zipper. The cool copper sent a small shock wave up my body. I clenched my thighstogether as I peeled back the jeans and zipper, ready to get another glance at his glorious member, but he wore briefs again.

Fuck. Why did he have to hold back so much? His control was almost painful when I was so close.

I grabbed the waistband, about to yank them down, but Cook stilled my hand. “Not so fast,” he said. “We have time.” A glow resounded in his darkened eyes.

I didn’t want to go too slow. I was already having to swallow my own spit.

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