Page 51 of Pose for Me
Breaking the kiss, Ryell places his forehead to mine, panting against my lips. “What is it about you, Lane?”
I shrug and play with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I could ask you the same.”
He kisses my nose lightly, making my head swim with the gentleness of it. “Let me get you cleaned up. Then?—”
“Can we go outside?” I blurt out. He looks down at me with an unreadable expression, so I talk fast. “I promise I won’t try to run or shout or anything. I just want to feel the sun on my skin. It’s been…”
“Seven weeks,” Ryell says.
“Seven…seven weeks?” I repeat, lightheaded for another reason.
“Yes. That’s a long time without sun. We can go outside.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, still shocked that he’s held me captive for so long. Where did some of those weeks go? I can remember…the first two, then maybe one other. Have I been so out of it that time has passed by without my notice?
Ryell lets me go and turns the shower on. While it’s warming up, he grabs me under the arms and hoists me onto counter. Then he drops to his knees in front of me, pulls the chain key from his pocket and unlocks the cuff.
I roll my ankle as Ryell rubs at the sore skin. It’s red, but the skin isn’t broken, since I didn’t move around too much.
“Feel okay?” he asks, looking up at me with those beautiful husky-blue eyes.
I could sit here and wallow that I’ve been in captivity for seven weeks, fighting and trying to run and end up back in the cell, or I could let my Daddy take care of me.
Ryell is being so sweet, so caring, so attentive that it’s hard for me to keep up the anger at being taken. I just feel…seen.
Reaching out with a shaky hand, I run my fingers through Ryell’s hair. He sighs and closes his eyes, leaning into my touch. “I’m good.”
Nodding, Ryell hauls me off the counter and drags down my pants. My hard dick pops out, almost hitting him in the chin. He gives me a dry look, and I giggle, placing my hand over my mouth. I don’t miss the soft smile on his face before he lowers his head to remove my pants from around my ankles.
Standing to his full height, he pulls my shirt over my head so I’m standing naked before him. His eyes roam over my body, humming in appreciation. “I’ll feed you so you’re back in tiptop shape, Agent.”
I roll my eyes but nod. Then I undress him, and Ryell takes my hand and leads me to the shower.
Once we’re under the spray, Ryell tips my head back to wet my hair. I close my eyes and groan in pleasure. Ryell washed my hair in the bathtub last night, but this feels so much better. The warm water massages my scalp, making goose bumps pop up over my skin.
Then Ryell’s fingers are rubbing shampoo over the strands, his blunt nails gently scraping against my scalp. A moan leaves my lips, but I’m not even ashamed. It’s been so long since someone has done this for me. Maybe since my first boyfriend when I was a rookie cop. It’s even better now because it’s not just a random boyfriend doing this for me, but my Daddy.
“Feels good,” I whisper on another moan when he gets a particular spot near my ear. Ryell keeps at it, rubbing and grazing his fingers over the area until I’m practically humping his leg. My dick is so hard, sticking straight out in front of me and rubbing against Ryell’s thigh.
His deep chuckle has me cracking open an eye to look at him. “I can tell.”
I’m not the least bit embarrassed, especially since his dick has been poking me in the belly since we got in the shower.
I reach out and take his length into my hands, His eyes grow heavy-lidded and fill with heat.
“Must feel good for you too, Daddy,” I say huskily as I jerk him.
Ryell growls, then leans forward and kisses me hard. I tug him faster, moaning as he deepens the kiss.
He drops one hand from my hair and cups my cock and strokes, the shampoo making the slide slick.
I cry out, pushing my hips into his hand. God, it’s been so long, so long since he’s touched me. We haven’t even reached our peak yet, but I want his touch again and again.
Ryell breaks the kiss, nipping at my lips, my chin, my jawline. I tip my head back farther, the water running through my hair as I nearly lose my fucking mind from how he’s pumping me off.
“Do you want to come, baby boy?” Ryell’s growly voice tickles my ears and hikes up my arousal. “What to spray your spunk all over Daddy?”
“Yes,” I pant. My knees are going weak with the need to release, and I can’t focus on anything else, so I let go of his cock and place both hands on his shoulders so I can stay on my feet.
