Page 23 of Kash
“Don’t make excuses,” I say, my hand firm, teasing the edge of his briefs. “You know what happens when you disobey me.”
He shivers, his breath hitching. “Do it,” Spike whispers, his voice a challenge. “Show me.”
I lean in, my lips brushing his ear. “Oh, I will,” I say, my voice a low rumble. “But you’re gonna beg for it first.”
“Please, Daddy,” Spike says, his eyes wide and the slight tremble in his voice adding fuel to my fire. “I’m begging you. Show me how much of a Daddy you are…”
With that, I turn Spike and push him down onto his knees and yank my trousers down, taking my boxers with them at the same time. My cock jumps up to attention, fully erect, ready to use the boy’s mouth until its done…
“Open wide,” I growl, my voice low and full of intent. “I want to hear you choke. Your mouth is my toy now. Just like you wanted. And by the time I’m done, it’ll be full of my hot, thick, Daddy cum.”
“Y-y-y-y-yes, Daddy,” Spike says, his tongue hungrily hanging out of his mouth as I thrust my cock deep inside and begin to work myself up to a fast, firm pace.
“Good boy, take it all,” I command, gripping Spike by his hair and squeezing my ass cheeks hard as I pump back and forth, the boy’s mouth there to be used, in total submission, and loving every damn second of it.
“Mmmmph,” Spike half-gasps, half-splutters, as my thighs tense rock-hard and my thick cock stiffens that one extra percent ahead of shooting waves of my seed deep inside his willing, obedient mouth.
I grunt and thrust back and forth, impressed at how well Spike has taken not only my eight inches of Wolf Rider cock, but how greedily he has swallowed every last drop.
“So, I guess you’ve got a smart mouth in more ways than one…” I laugh, pulling my cock out of Spike’s mouth and towering over him as he leans back on his haunches, used and evidently proud of his work.
“Funny,” Spike sasses back, a drop of cum slipping out the side of his mouth before he swiftly licks it back inside. “Now tell me more about your life as a biker. I want to hear all about it. Club name, riders,everything.”
Later, the buzz of my burner phone on the table is suddenly sharp and jarring. I freeze, the heat in my veins turning to ice. It’s a text from Jace, and it’s urgent…
JACE: Confirmed: Vipers working with police, believed to have bribed senior detective. They know you’re on the coast too. Time to move fast. Clay is making moves to expose the corrupt cop, but it won’t be easy. Trust me though, we’ll get you home safe, my brother.
“Fuck,” I mutter, my mind racing. The Vipers and the cops—together. This isn’t just a manhunt anymore, it’s a fucking execution. I look at Spike, his shorts still half-down, his eyes wide with concern.
“Get dressed,” I say, my voice hard. “We’re not safe here.”
“What’s going on?” Spike asks, pulling up his shorts, his defiance replaced by worry. “Who was that?”
“My Wolf brother,” I say, shoving the phone in my pocket. “The Vipers—the ones who framed me—they’re working with the cops. We know that for sure now. They know I’m here. We need to move.”
Spike nods, grabbing his board, his face serious for once. “Where to?”
I shake my head, my hand brushing the knife at my belt.
“Notwe,” I bark. “Me. You’re going home.”
“No fucking way,” Spike says, stepping into my space again, his eyes blazing. “I told you, I’m in this. You’re not ditching me now.”
I grab his shoulders, my grip firm but not cruel.
“Listen to me, boy,” I say, my voice low, urgent. “This is bigger than you. Bigger than us. If they find you with me, you’re dead. I’m not letting that happen.”
The boy glares at me, defiant, his jaw set.
“And I’m not letting you run off alone,” Spike protests. “You need me, Kash. You said it yourself—I know this town. I can keep you hidden.”
I want to argue, to shove him out the door and make him go, but he’s right.
His knowledge of Cresthaven’s backroads, his quick thinking—it’s kept me one step ahead so far. And the truth is, I don’t want him to go. Not just because he’s useful, but because he’smine.
“Fine,” I say, my voice rough. “You stay with me for now. But you follow my moves. No arguments. No risks.”
Spike grins, that reckless spark back in his eyes. “Yes, Daddy.”
