Chapter 1
CHAPTER ONE
LARK
“Little Bird…”
There’s an edge of frustration to Knox’s deep voice as echoes in the warehouse, and I have to cover my mouth to stifle the giggle that threatens to escape.
I may have run away from him when he reminded me he owed me a spanking this morning before they left for some Tailor business.
Not that I don’t want one, but where’s the fucking fun if it’s easy for him?
“You can’t hide forever, Dove,” Aeron’s stern voice sounds from far too fucking close to my hiding place; behind the open door to the office. It may be a classic, but they’re always the ones that people least expect you to choose.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” Jude sing songs, pausing as he comes level with the crack in the door.
His face is split into a wide grin, and he tilts his head slightly so I can just see when he gives me a wink, then carries on down the hall.
He’s fucking too good at this shit. But at least he’s going to keep my hiding place a secret for a little while longer.
“Why are you hiding from Knox, Aziz-e delam?” Tarl’s hand covers my mouth to stifle the scream of fright that would have surely given away my hiding spot. He chuckles, the sound deep and sending exquisite shivers over my skin. “Naughty pretty bird always trying to escape her masters.”
My breath hitches when his other hand traces down my side, his warm palm burning through my borrowed—aka stolen from Knox—soft cotton t-shirt. He doesn’t say a word as his fingers trace along the garment, and I hold my breath as the tingles he leaves in his wake race straight to my core.
Gods, this man can make me come embarrassingly quickly.
His hand inches up my jean shorts-clad inner thigh, my legs parting as my game of hide and seek is all but forgotten. The only thing I can concentrate on is the way his touch is getting closer to my center, closer to where I am desperate for him to be.
“Shall we see how well you can hide when I make you come, Azizam?” His voice is a husky breath, like a sinful breeze that promises the most cardinal of pleasure if you are only brave enough to reach for it.
Reaching my waistband, he pops the button and lowers the zipper, his hand gliding underneath with little resistance, his breath hitching when he discovers my lack of panties.
I mean, this isn’t a child’s game of hide and seek.
If I’m caught, I want my punishment, or reward, as spankings and orgasms.
Keeping silent, he pushes his hand lower, his fingers brushing my apex and a deep shiver works its way across my skin, my nipples pebbling at the light, teasing caress.
“So wet for me already, Koshgelam,” he states in an approving rumble, and the deep timbre of his voice makes even more liquid drip out of me, soaking the crotch of my leggings. “Now, remember, you have to be quiet.”
He slams two fingers inside me, no fucking warning, and my mouth opens on a silent scream as he finger fucks me hard and fast, no buildup. No easing me into it. Just raw and brutal, and I love every fucking second.
I try to stay silent, but it’s just so damn hard, so I end up biting his palm, the taste of copper filling my mouth which only has him growling at my back, thrusting his hard, pants-covered dick into the top of my ass.
“That’ll only make me go harder, Pretty Bird,” he threatens, adding a third finger and I explode.
My walls clamp down on his fingers as they force themselves inside me again and again, prolonging my blissful agony.
Fire races inside my veins, my hands grasping his forearm, his hand tightening over my mouth as I climax hard enough that my release drips out of me and coats his hand, my inner thighs and ruins my shorts.
“Naughty little Dove,” Aron scolds, and I open bleary eyes to see him standing there, the door now closed, Knox and Jude behind him.
Tarl removes one hand from my face, the other from my pussy with an obscene wet sound that has quiet groans filling the room.
My nose crinkles at the now soaked fabric between my thighs, and clearly Aeron notices.
“It’s your own fault if you’re uncomfortable, Dove.
I think you can keep them on for the moment, think about the consequences of your actions.
” Dick. “Now, I believe you owe Knox something?” A single dark brow is raised, and I shiver, turning my focus on Knox who looks pissed and turned on all at once, his jaw tight as his sparkling hazel irises are almost entirely swallowed up with black.
Uncrossing one enormous arm, he crooks his finger in a come hither motion and I narrow my eyes at him. I don’t say a word, but take a single wobbly step towards him.
“Looks like you finger banged her too hard, Sir,” Jude teases, and glancing his way, I stick my tongue out at him. He just laughs like the lovable psycho he is. “Hey, we’ve all been there.”
“Not me,” Aeron comments dryly, and I can’t stop my mouth from twitching.
“You don’t know if you’ll like it unless you try it, Devil Man,” I tell him, holding Knox’s intense stare, a glimmer of a smile playing around his plush lips.
“Add another spank for sass, Knox,” Aeron states, and I splutter, breaking my stare off with Knox to glare at Aeron.
“B–but! That’s not fair!” My jaw clenches when he gives me a devastatingly evil smirk.
“Life’s not fair, Dove,” the arrogant bastard tells me, and I resist the urge to stick my tongue out at him too, knowing it’ll just result in more spankings.
“Knox is going to sit down in the chair, and you’re going to place yourself across his lap and take your punishment like a good little girl, aren’t you? ”
I huff at him, taking a deep inhale through my nose, trying not to let out the giggle that wants to escape. Even after all this time they still underestimate me.
“Fucking fine.” I stomp the rest of the way to Knox, who is now sitting in a leather chair, patting his thigh.
“Don’t make me add to your strokes, Little Bird,” he rumbles, and I know he’s enjoying every last minute. Well, joke’s soon be on him. Literally.
Coming to stand beside him, I lower myself down, my face immediately heating at the vulnerable position I’m in across his lap.
“See, that wasn’t so hard was it, Dove?” Aeron goads, and I clench my teeth to stop myself from saying something stupid back. Things are all going to plan, I knew Knox would want to keep my denim shorts on to ‘warm me up’, and I don’t want to jeopardize him taking them off now.
“Are you ready, Little Bird?” Knox mumbles from above me, and a flash of anticipation leaves me almost light-headed.
Before I can answer, he brings his palm down hard on my ass, and I gasp with the blow, a dull ache spreading from where he connected with my body.
“Oh shit, Nightingale!” Jude gasps between laughs. “Daddy, you look like a unicorn just farted on you!”
I twist around and can’t stop the laugh that escapes from my lips. Knox is covered in a fine layer of gold glitter, glitter that I emptied in each back pocket for this very occasion, half a tub just to be sure.
As if in slow motion, his sparkling head turns to look at my giggling face, and I just lose it. “I–it’s a l–little b–bit f–funny, r–right?” I gasp, my sides aching as I lie across his lap in fucking hysterics. The guys are laughing behind me, and even Knox’s lips twitch.
“You are lucky I love you, Little Bird,” he tells me, caressing my ass in a way that soon has my laughter subsiding.
“But, you didn’t think a little bit of glitter would stop me from turning your peachy behind the color of a tomato, did you?
” He pauses, and I swallow hard. “By the time I’m done, you won’t be able to sit down for a week without thinking about me, Princess. ”
I gasp as he swats me again, harder than the first time, and the ache across my cheeks blooms with each hit, making my clit pulse with the need to be touched. My soft cries get louder, deeper, until I don’t know whether I’m begging him to stop, or keep going.
My shorts provide the barest of protection against his palm, in fact, soon the rough material adds another sensation, one that has tears streaming down my face, my forehead covered in sweat.
I’m panting by the time he stops, his chest heaving as much as mine is, and then his firm hand is rubbing down my sweat covered back.
“You took your punishment so well, Little Bird. I knew you could do it, beautiful,” he whispers, helping me to straighten. I gasp when he forces me to my feet, the others helping to strip me, while Knox takes his clothes off, leaving them in a pile as he scoops me up and carries me out of the room.
He takes me up the stairs, kicking the door to his room open, and then we’re in his shower, the water turned on and the room filling up with steam. Heat pulses from my raw backside, and it’s matched by an intense ache, a need that sparks from my core.
“Knox…” I moan, my eyes half closed as I try to wriggle out of his grasp to get at his beautiful dick. That’s what I need, for him to fill me up.
“Shhhh, baby. Let’s get this glitter off and then I’ll fill you up,” he whispers back, stepping into the shower and only then letting me down.
He keeps hold of me as I wobble, but the barely warm water feels amazing on my ass.
It’s not so cold that I’m shivering, but it’s cool enough to be soothing on my glowing skin.
Still holding onto me with one large hand, he reaches past and grabs his shower gel, then lets go while he fills his palm and rubs his hands together, creating a delicious clove scent that fills the shower cubicle.
A deep moan leaves my lips as he glides his soap slicked hands all over my body.
“Knox….” I plead again, my skin tingling in time with the throbbing of my ass cheeks.
“Soon, baby. We’re almost done.” His voice is a rasping husk, his dick hard and pushing into me every time he’s pressed up against me.
He makes me wait while he quickly washes himself, then he pulls me out of the shower, and turns me to face the steamed up mirror. He swipes a hand across it, enough so I can see our reflections, see the way his eyes devour me as his hands glide over my wet skin again.
Without saying a word, he pulls me back a step, then pushes between my shoulder blades and my hands brace against the countertop as I watch him admire the view.
“This fucking ass covered in my marks…hot damn, Princess,” he growls, then I watch as he fists himself, and feel when he places his large head against my slick entrance, teasing me by only pushing in an inch, then pulling out again.
“Knox, Daddy, please…” I whine, uncaring that I sound like a fucking pathetic whore. I am, for these guys, my Tailor boys.
“You want my dick inside that tight cunt, baby?”
“Yes! Please, Daddy, I need it so badly,” I beg, and know when his resolve to tease crumbles, his jaw clenching and nostrils flaring as he slams inside me, burying himself deep.
I scream, and he grabs my sore ass, sending a wave of sweet agony over me as he fucks me like I’m the meaning of life itself. My nails dig into the marble counter, my eyes watching the fierce look on his face, his lips pulled back in a snarl as he pounds the fuck out of me.
It feels so fucking good I can barely keep my eyes open, and the way he squeezes and clenches my sore ass just adds the edge of pain that I crave to help get me off.
I’m coming within seconds, my eyes finally closing as I scream his name over and over again, my body bucking and fighting his hold as he continues to thrust into me like a man fucking possessed.
“Fuck! Lark! Shit!” he cries, thrusting so deep that a shot of pain lights up my insides. He holds there, pouring his release inside of me, and when my knees threaten to give out, he pulls me up, his dick still buried inside me. “I’ve got you, baby.”
Our chests heave, and my eyes open to watch our reflection in the steamed up mirror, his gue body holding me against him, his dick softening and then sliding out of me.
“I love you, Daddy,” I confess in a whisper and his eyes nap to mine in the mirror, his face relaxed and features soft.
“I love you, Little Bird,” he replies, turning me in his arms and pulling me so that there’s not an inch of space between us. “So fucking much.”
We hop back in the shower for a quick wash, then I’m in another of his huge t-shirts, his arms banded around me as we lie in his bed, under the covers.
“Will you tell me about your childhood, Daddy?” I tentatively ask, feeling him stiffen behind me before he releases a large exhale.
“My parents were drug addicts,” he begins, and I snuggle back into him more, eliminating any space between us.
“I lost count of the number of times I came back from school to find them passed out on the couch, no food in the cupboards.” My heart hurts for Knox the boy, tears stinging my eyes as his sad story unfolds.
“T–then one day I came home to find a strange man in the house, and they were all laughing and joking, but stopped when I walked in. H-he—” Knox cuts off, and I know where this story goes, know the sound of a child’s scream going unanswered.
The tears soak the pillow beneath me as Knox holds me tighter, but I remain quiet, knowing that he needs to exorcize this demon.
“H–he dragged me upstairs, locking my door and spent the rest of the afternoon raping me. I–I’d never felt pain like it, Little Bird, was shitting blood for days afterwards.
” Bile fills my throat, but I swallow it back down, my body pulsing with a similar remembered pain.
“I’m so sorry, Knox,” I whisper in a choked voice, and he presses a light kiss to my temple.
“In a way it was a blessing I suppose. The drugs he gave them in exchange for…me, was enough to make them OD and when I came down the next morning, they were dead.” His voice is devoid of any feeling, any softness for his parents long gone.
“And so I went into foster care, and not long after, Adam took me in. And the rest, as they say, is history.”
We lie pressed together for several long moments, not saying anything. There are no words that will help trauma like the kind that Knox and I went through as children. But there is a comfort in knowing that someone else shares your pain and knows what it’s like to go through the same agony.
“Thank you for telling me, Daddy,” I breathe into the dark room. “I’m sorry we have that in common, but also glad that you could share it with me. I feel less alone in what I went through.”
“Me too, Little Bird,” he whispers against my ear, his face buried in my hair.
And we fall asleep like that, wrapped in each other, our demons in ruins on the floor around us.