Page 22 of Bad for Me

“What if I said I didn’t want to think right now?” Her question comes out soft and unsure. When our eyes meet, I see confusion swimming in them. “If we sit down to talk or play games, I’ll have time to overthink everything, but I don’t want to do that. I don’t want to question this. I’m struggling to stay in the moment, worried how this is all supposed to pan out. I just… I just want to turn my head off.”

Squeezing my eyes shut and tiling my head back, I groan.

“Well, why didn’t you say so?” My eyes drift open, and I look down at her. “I want you to give this situation some thought and consideration. Then maybe you’ll see how good it can be for all of us. But I will gladly be the one to consume your thoughts so you can’t think of anything else..”

She nods quickly. “Yes. Please…”

“Do you trust me?” Excitement simmers beneath my veins as endless possibilities flicker through my head.

“No.”

The single word knocks the breath out of me. It’s not like someone to doubt me. Though, in this instance, I understand her reservations. Still, just because I understand it, doesn’t mean I have to like it. I open my mouth, to assure her that with me she’s safe, but then she says,

“But I’ll try to.”

Her soft acceptance hits harder than her distrust. It makes me feel both powerful and stripped bare. My chin drops, hitting my chest. Breathing through the opposing sensations, I send up a small thanks at the opportunity presented before me. It’s moments like this that are building blocks in the production of a solid foundation that our relationship will be built upon.

With a steady breath, I look up and meet those warm brown eyes that are full of curiosity and hesitancy.

“Fair enough. Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

With that, I take off.

A few minutes later, I’m re-entering the house with a small bottle of lube in one hand and headphones in the other. In my back pocket, rope and a blindfold. My heart hammers away, excitement turning to adrenaline in my veins. Between my legs, I’ve grown hard with thinking of all the different things I want to do Meredith. As I hurry through the hallway, back toward the kitchen, I can hear the sound of my dad’s voice drift as he talks to her.

“—belongs to me, to Isaac. Do you understand?”

There’s a slight pause before Meredith’s breathless response follows. “Yes.”

“Good.” The hum of approval in Dad’s voice is the same one he used to use on me when I did something right as a child. Only now, it’s slightly deeper. More than pleased, there’s an edge to it. Like eagerness has twisted the sound to become something more carnal. “Now open your legs for me, doctor.”

I step into the kitchen to find Meredith sitting on top of the counter, but her pants are puddled on the floor. Her arms are behind her, bracing her upright while Dad stands between her legs, inserting something into her pussy while he kisses her deeply. As he pulls away, he looks over at me. The smile he flashes is the brightest I’ve seen in a long time.

Victory looks good on the old man.

“I couldn’t help but overhear Meredith’s request,” he says. “And while I don’t want to get in the way of whatever you have planned, I thought I could add a little something to the mix.”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small remote. His thumb slides over the buttons and presses one. Instantly, Meredith stiffens. Her breath catches loudly as her head drops back and her legs try to slam together. Too bad Dad stands between them, keeping them open.

Dad clicks the button again and Meredith relaxes.

“This way, we both get to play,” he says with a tilt of his head and smug smile.

“Oh…” Meredith’s soft voice is full of understanding as her gaze flickers between us.

Grinning, I prod over. “You like that? Being at our complete and utter mercy?”

Her nod is slow in coming but confident in its arrival. My cock grows harder.

“Of course you do, beautiful,” Dad says, stroking her face, letting his fingertips drift down her throat. “You’re so used to counting on yourself that the thought of letting others take control for a while is freeing. Don’t worry, Isaac will strip you of your thoughts, and I’ll keep you wet and needy for him. Everything else in the world can wait.”

With that, he steps back and lets me take his place.

“Have you heard of shibari?” I ask,

She hums thoughtfully as her gaze drops to the items in my hand. “Rope play, right?”

I nod. “Yes. I get to tie you up and you’re mine to use, and you’re Dad’s to toy with. All it takes is a few well-placed knots, and you’re helpless.”

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