Page 81 of Obey

A longer, harder squeeze of my breast takes the breath from my lungs. “Say the words, Talia.”

The pulsing pain in my nipple is stronger than the discomfort over the word he wants me to say. “Please, Daddy. Let me suck your cock. Please?”

The need to serve him is urgent, incessant, and all I can think about.

“Such a good girl when you’re using that dirty mouth.”

My core flexes. I always wondered if I’d be the kind of woman who could use those words, and have them used toward me, and now, I know. I definitely am. He bends down, kissing me upside down, before he frees his cock and places it on my face. “You’ve earned it, baby girl. Daddy is so proud of you and how far you’ve come.”

He slides his cock into my mouth, the different angle makes it instantly harder to breathe, and I gag against the cold metal on his tip. “Easy, Half-Pint. Take it slowly.”

Relaxing into this angle is more complicated than I expected, but it doesn’t take Jagger long to get close. He’s brushing his hand along my exposed throat as he guides his cock back and forth into my wide-open mouth.

He leans over, jerks up my shirt, and frees my breasts from their cups. As he thrusts, he kneads my breasts, brushes his thumbs over my nipples, squeezes, twists, pinches, even scrapes his fingers across the sensitive skin.

The more he plays with my chest, the closer he seems to drive himself to the edge. “So close, baby girl. You’re taking Daddy’s cock so nicely. You look so pretty with your tits out for me.”

His words almost derail me from getting him to come for me, and when I attempt to suck in a deep breath, his cock is in the way so I cough. “Easy. You’re doing so well, I’m almost there.” His words are clipped, forced, like he’s straining to concentrate on saying them.

Tears stream up my face as he removes his cock, pumps it a few times and spurts jets of thick, warm cum all over my face. “I love seeing you marked for me.” He tucks himself away. “Don’t move.”

I’m not sure I can. My neck has seized into this position. I’ve gone past the point of aching from holding the angle, to not feeling anything at all. He leans over me, appearing in my line of sight with napkins.

“Wait!” I collect some of his cum from my cheek and sweep it into my mouth. It’s just enough to taste his creamy release.

Tipping his head back, he sighs. “Fuck, baby girl that’s so hot.”

I let his cum sit in my mouth before I swallow, letting it slide slowly off the back of my tongue. It’s not my favorite, but I don’t hate it. It’s not something I want to do all the time, but I wouldn’t mind swallowing for him sometimes. We’ll see.

He cleans me up, reheats my food in the microwave and pours me more water, even though my glass is practically full. “Come on, Half-Pint, eat up.”

We eat in a contented silence for a while. Every now and then he reaches out to brush my hand, or touch my fingers with his. It’s the little things, how tactile he is, how gentle, that make my heart sing as we share a meal.

“Would you rather live twice as long or win the lottery?”

He doesn’t roll his eyes at my question. Instead, he purses his lips, tilting his head like he’s thinking about the answer. “Lottery. If I’m the only one outliving all my friends and family, I don’t want to. I’d rather get a shit ton of money, blow it all on the people I love, and all die at the end of our lives like we’re supposed to.”

I can’t remember if he’s ever mentioned his family before, but he’s cracked the door, and I’m itching to push it open.

“What is it?” His brows twitch, a line appearing between them.

“Can I ask about your family?”

He rolls his eyes at that. “Of course you can. How can we expect to get to know each other if we can’t ask questions?”

“You like life a lot quieter than me. I don’t want to be annoying.”

He almost snorts at that. “I like it when you’re annoying.” He takes a bite, then swallows. “But only you. Anyone else gets in my space like this.” He points his fork in the space between us. “And I’d probably lose my mind.”

“Thanks, I think.” At least he’s being honest, right? “I feel like Elizabeth Bennet right now.”

Jagger nods, a smile making his lips twitch at the corners. “I am definitely a Darcyesque grumpy bastard.” He shrugs. “He’s got way better hair, though.”

I giggle as he drags his palm over his almost bare head.

“I’m an only child. I’m sure you’ll be shocked to learn. My parents are happily married here in Minnesota. They know about my deviant proclivities.” He uses air quotes around those last two words. “And they’re cool with it. No drama. No arranged marriages. No trauma.” He shrugs like that’s all I’m going to get from him. “What about you, Half-Pint?

Guess thatisall I’m going to get from him. I gulp down some water, my throat tender from being overworked. “I have an older brother, Isaac, he’s a pastor.”

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