Page 55 of Stabby Little

His dick throbs in my passage as he fucks me harder. His balls smack against my taint, making thwacking sounds as he uses me, pleases me, takes me as his own. I want to scream, roar, curse out my orgasm, but I don't.

I do what he says.

I become his doll.

Nothing in this life can tear me away from this moment, from this elation of the senses.

When he comes inside me, it floods my walls. My orgasm crashes into me a second later, making me roar. His dainty fingers squeeze my neck, cutting off my air supply.

Black dots dance before my vision, causing me to explode like a combusting star. Shot after shot of hot white nut surges out of my cock, spasming into the leather table. Guttural growls claw at my throat, turning it raw.

I don't move when I release. I stay in this exact place like his plaything—his Daddy he's having his way with. Nothing more, nothing less.

“Good doll.” My kitten presses his lips to the base of my neck and licks the skin. “You did what your boy commanded. Now he doesn't have to hurt you.”

He pulls himself out of my ass and hops off the table. After unlocking my handcuffs, he heads to the door.

“No moving until I'm gone, Daddy.” He adjusts his kitten ears. “You'll be a bad dolly if you do.”

“Wait.”

I tear the ball gag off my mouth and thrust it to the floor. Before I can think, a primal roar escapes my lips as I race across the room and slam him against the wall.

His breath hitches as he stares at me through his white mask.

“Who are you?” I demand.

Our lips are so close… I can practically taste his. His fragrant cherry-like scent rushes into my nose, making my head spin. His seed is dripping out of my asshole, but at this moment all I want to do is slam his lips on mine. Fuck a shower. Fuck cleanup. Fuck everything but getting as close to my kitten as I can.

He slips out of my grasp. “It's a secret, Daddy.” He leaves the room and shuts the door behind him. “My identity is the only thing I don't want you to know.”

A locking sound reaches my ears. I shake the door handle, but it doesn't open. A bellow escapes my lips, primal and all-encompassing. “Get back here, boy. I won't ask you again.”

“Bye-bye, Daddy.”

18

OLLIE

Sunday, May 24th

I'm such a bad kitten.Like seriously the worst kitten in the world.

A groan escapes me as I lay back in bed, then bury my head in my pillow. I didn't sleep well last night, although that's no one's fault but my own. Instead of sleeping, I combed through every Internet database for my mystery man from the Little Bunny Club. I tried to hack the club's servers but was unsuccessful. Constantine, Gianluca, and Benedetto have that shit locked down.

I stayed up until three when I finally threw in the towel. If I couldn't find my sexy mystery man's identity in that period of time, it was hopeless. I'd be better off bribing Arlo and Rusty to grant me access to the club's member list.

I know it's against protocol and Valentin will likely take issue with my snooping, but I can't control myself. I need to know my Daddy's true identity. No one in my life has ever turned me on this way—no one except Grant. I'll go nuts if I don't discover who he is.

He just can't find out who I am. That's not something I'll allow.

“What's wrong with you?” Pulling my blanket to the side, I glance at my cock. My foreskin peels back, exposing the pink tip in the morning sunlight. My shaved balls sit nicely against my taint, ready to go again.

I didn't have the biggest member in the warehouse and that prevented my clients from wanting me to take them.

My mystery man was different. He didn't care that my dick was on the smaller side or that it wouldn't please him as much as a dildo. He wanted me to take control, which was exactly what I needed.

Shit—after the abuse I suffered, I'm not ready for a man to top me. I associate bottoming with abuse, and I actually like this dude from the club. It's better to stay in control so no stupid memories trigger me.

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