Page 65 of Morally Gray Daddies

“Why? You don’t strike me as being so fragile.”

I shrugged and hid my face into the curve of his neck. “I felt alone. Hopeless. Scared. My future is so… unknown.”

Erik stroked my head, combing his fingers through my tangled hair. “All right. No more cage. From now on, I’ll keep you with me.” He continued to stroke as all my anxiety melted away. “Marx, I would like for my kitty to be a house pet. I will have her stay with me in my room, and in my bed.”

I pulled my head away and looked up at Erik, surprised, and then glanced at Marx, who was distributing the bowls of food to all the women. He shook his head in what appeared to be disappointment, but didn’t verbally express it. Each pet ate from the dish with only their mouths, yet they had mastered it so that their actions looked delicate and almost elegant.

Marx let out a large sigh. “My rules are in place for a reason, Erik.”

“I’m aware of your rules,” Erik said, “and this isn’t a sign of disrespect, but Maya will be staying with me.”

My heart seized, and a large lump formed in my throat. Erik was standing up for… for me. Something that had never been done for me in all of my life.

Marx nodded. “Fine. For you, and only for you, I’ll break my rule.” Marx reached for the last dinner bowl and handed it to Erik.

Erik grabbed the bowl. “Thank you, friend. I appreciate your understanding.” He brought the bowl to my face, and I prepared to try to eat from it as I had drunk from the kitty bowl earlier but was surprised when Erik picked up a piece of stew meat and brought it to my lips. “Eat.” His command was firm yet soft.

I opened my mouth, and he placed the meat on my tongue. The delicious morsel almost melted in my mouth, and I nearly moaned as I chewed. Erik continued to feed me, one piece of meat after the other while I remained sitting on his lap.

“I don’t ever want you to be scared,” Erik said quietly to me as I swallowed. “I appreciate you trying your best to respect his ways, but I don’t ever want true fear because of it.”

I looked into his eyes and nodded.

“Finish eating. We need to get to bed. I want to be up early and head home.”

Home. I didn’t even know what that meant, but for right now, the idea of leaving and going anywhere with Erik gave me… hope.

Chapter Eight

Our room for the night was small, only large enough to hold a bed and a small dresser up against the window. But there was no cage, no chains, and no milking machines, so I was happy. Everything about this room felt human, and I was in desperate need of something—anything—human right now.

I sat on the edge of the bed with my hands on my lap while Erik removed his boots. He unbuckled his belt, and I instantly remembered being spanked by it. The cheeks of my ass clenched which then reminded me I had a plug inside of me with a cat tail hanging out. I repositioned my body so I didn’t have so much weight on the plug, but there was no way to truly get comfortable.

“Are you tired?” Erik asked as he removed his shirt. His chest was broad and muscled. The ripple on his abdomen, the firmness of his pecs, and the bulkiness of his arms revealed a man who worked hard and engaged in daily manual labor.

One look at Erik with his shirt off, and I knew this was a man who could crush anyone or anything that tried to hurt me. He was strong… that much was obvious, and I liked it.

“Yes.” I glanced at the small bed we’d be sharing, and my thoughts must have been written all over my face.

“I’m not going to force you to fuck me, if that’s your concern.” He drew a deep breath and added, “I’m done forcing you to do anything. I’m not like Marx. As hard as that is to believe. And I’m not like my brother either. I just want to do my thing and be left alone. It just seems that my dark—and very unconventional—world sticks with me. But it’s not fair to pull you into that world. And yes, I’m fucked-up in my own way, but I’m trying to break away from all that.”

“I don’t think you’re like them,” I said softly.

“We’ll get away from here and then figure out the next step for you. I don’t know what that is exactly, but we’ll find a way for you to leave the island safely.”

I shook my head. “No, please, no. I want to stay with you.” The words came out fast. Too fast.

He paused, locked eyes with me, but didn’t say a word.

I looked toward the floor. “At least for now.” I then looked back at the mattress and said, “And you wouldn’t be forcing me to fuck you.”

My body was on fire from wearing the plug, the spanking, the licking of my pussy, and the loving way Erik had fed me, and clearly making me say things that though I meant, I would have never admitted before.

“Maya…”

“I haven’t had any choices in my life.”

“You do now.”

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