Chapter 39 Sebastian
Chapter thirty-nine
Sebastian
Ifeel numb.
Numb is good. Yes. It's good.
Ryker and Malakai brought me home. They offered to stay the night, but I refused and threatened bodily damage when they kept insisting. Eventually, they accepted they wouldn't win and left.
When I saw Daddy's name flash on my phone, my heart almost stopped. When I heard him call me my boy, I was ready to sob until my lungs gave out. But I held myself together and told him everything.
The truths are out now. All of them.
There's a tiny hope inside me that Daddy will still choose me. The bigger part of me… knows he won't. And it hurts in a way nothing ever has.
I wait for my Daddy, sitting on the bed and staring at the wall. Time blurs. I don't know how long has passed before the doorbell rings. I run, fling the door open, and freeze.
My breath catches.
Daddy looks wild. His eyes are storm-dark and unhinged with emotion. His hair is a mess, like he's been tugging at it, and his chest heaves like he ran all the way here.
I open my mouth to speak, but no sound comes out.
Suddenly, he's on me. One hand fists in my hair and pulls, the other wraps around my waist and drags me into his chest. Without a single word, he crashes his mouth against mine, and a broken whimper escapes me.
I never thought I'd taste those lips again.
Taste the sweetness.
Taste home.
I kiss him back with the same ravenous desperation tearing through me.
It's brutal.
It's painful.
It's exactly what I need.
Daddy walks me backwards into the apartment and kicks the door closed without breaking the kiss.
"Daddy," I moan against his mouth.
"What's your safe word?" Daddy asks.
"What?" My thoughts are scattered, molten.
"Your safe word. Say it."
"Tree."
"Your green word, when you want more?"
"Red," I breathe.
"If at any point anything I do is too much, you say your safe word." His voice is hard, commanding… a tone I've never heard from him before. Heat ripples down my spine.
I nod, dazed.
"Words, boy."
"Yes, Daddy."
Without another word, he hauls me over his shoulder and carries me to the bed. I don't know what to expect, my mind is buzzing, blank and frantic all at once.
He drops me onto the mattress and strips me quickly, tearing my clothes off until I'm bare before him.
Daddy sits on the edge of the bed and spreads his legs. He looks like a king claiming his throne, and every part of me wants to fall to my knees and worship him.
"Lay over my lap, face down. I want your ass. It's time for your punishment."
"Punishment?" My cock twitches, getting even harder.
"Yes."
I don't linger, I hurry and lay over my Daddy's lap. He doesn't wait, doesn't even warn me when the first hit to my left ass cheek comes.
I scream. The combination of pain and pleasure is making my head dizzy.
"One," Daddy counts. "One for all the manipulation."
A sob tears from me, but quickly the next hit comes.
"Two. For all the lies."
The hits keep coming, and Daddy keeps listing things. My cock is leaking precum, painfully hard, and trapped against Daddy's thigh.
"Three. For not telling Daddy everything."
"Four. For thinking Daddy would leave you."
"Five. For leaving when all you wanted was to stay."
"Six. For breaking Daddy's rules several times so far."
"Seven. For doubting Daddy and his feelings for you."
"Eight. And final. For all the things you still carry guilt for, all that you've done, just so I could be by your side."
The last hit is the hardest, the most painful. Coupled with his last words, the intensity of his voice and his next command delivered right after the hit, "Let go."
It sends me over the edge, and I cum, writhing in Daddy's lap, the moans and screams stuck in my throat.
Tears are streaking down my face, and my body feels like jelly.
Daddy lifts me up easily and positions me in his lap. I don't even register the sting on my ass because my Daddy is massaging my cheeks.
"That's my good boy."
"Daddy…" I choke on the word as tears keep falling.
Slowly, he licks the tears and nuzzles my neck before pulling back and looking me in the eyes.
"Your punishment is over. For you and for me. Now it's time to let go of everything."
For a second, I panic. Is this our end?
"Let go of the past, of your guilt I can see written in your eyes, of your doubts that I'll ever leave."
"You… you're choosing me?"
"I do. And tonight I'll show you, make sure that once and for all you remember you'll always be mine, no matter what."
I throw my arms around his shoulders and attack his lips. I can't get enough. I never can.
It hits me why Daddy delivered this punishment. Because I needed it and so did he. We both needed it, just so we could be free of the last shackles of our past. Even if it seems too simple on the surface, it's not.
Daddy pulls back and throws me on the bed.
The crazed, dark look is back in his eyes. My whole body tingles with barely contained need.
Daddy makes a show of slowly undressing. When his boxers fall to the ground and he's standing before me naked, my gaze memorizes every part of his sinful body.
"Fuck. You're beautiful," I say.
Daddy crawls above me, looming over his prey, not taking his eyes off me.
"No, boy. You're the beautiful one." He kisses my jaw, my neck, then my chest. "And you're all mine."
He leaves kisses all over my body. I writhe under him, burning with desire, but he stills me with a hand on my chest.
"You'll let me feast, boy. You'll sit still and let Daddy take what's his."
"Yes, Daddy," I moan.
He spreads my legs and dives for my hole. His tongue swipes over my hole, and I moan. I've never made these kinds of noises as Daddy lavishes my hole with kisses, licking, biting, and then pushing his tongue in.
"Daddy, more," I beg. "Please."
He keeps going. Devouring me like a starved man.
I don't know how long it goes on, but I'm a mindless mess begging him again and again to give me more. I need to feel his cock. I need to feel him inside me, merging with me, claiming me, possessing me.
Daddy pulls back, and the heat in his eyes makes me whimper.
I've never seen my Daddy look like this.
So unhinged, so dark.
"I need to have you. Now. Fucking now," Daddy growls.
"Have me. Please, Daddy."
He coats his cock with lube, places a pillow under me, and then buries himself inside me in one hard stroke.
The scream gets lost in the moan.
He only prepped me with his tongue, which is nowhere near enough. The pain mixes with the pleasure.
Daddy doesn't look away from my eyes as he starts thrusting. We both moan, and I wrap my legs around him, needing to be closer to him, needing more.
Daddy's thrusts are brutal. I'm left a breathless mess, begging him for more.
I need it all.
"Daddy…"
"Yes. I'm your Daddy. I'm. Your. Daddy." He emphasizes every word with a thrust, hitting my prostate and making my vision go white.
When I feel something cold pressed against my chest, I snap open my eyes, not realizing I've closed them.
Daddy slows down his thrusts, and I whimper.
"Daddy…"
"I've got you, boy."
The crazed look in his eyes should terrify me. Instead, it makes me fly higher.
I notice the scalper pressed to my chest, right over my heart, but I'm not afraid.
"You're mine, Sebastian. Mine," he drives into me, hitting my prostate again. My eyes roll, but Daddy is having none of it. "Eyes on me, boy."
I look up at him.
My man. My Daddy. My everything.
"Who do you belong to?" he asks.
"You," I answer without hesitation.
A wicked smile spreads over those lips I love so much.
Without a word, Daddy presses the knife, breaking skin. I'm familiar with the sensation, but the difference is that I have Daddy's cock in my hole, his eyes on me, and his hands doing everything.
He seems so focused, so enthralled, and feral. I can't look away. I don't even care that he stopped thrusting his cock.
When he pulls back the knife and smiles down at me, I look at my chest. My breath catches when I see what he's done.
Right there, over my chest, are carved the words, "Ezrah's boy;"
Tears blur my vision, but before they can fall, Daddy kisses me, taking away my breath.
When we pull apart to take in some air, Daddy places the knife in my hand. I look at him quizzically. He brings my hand with the knife to his chest and says, "You know what to do, boy."
I swallow hard.
"I'm not sure I understand."
"I want you to claim me in the same way."
He lavishes my mouth again, and I moan.
I do exactly as Daddy commanded. My insides feel filled with butterflies as I carve the words, "Seb's Daddy;" over his heart.
A few drops roll down his chest, and I lick them. Daddy lets out a mix between a groan and a moan. He slams into me, the moves somehow even more brutal than before. Then he claims my lips, biting, sucking, devouring.
It's all too much.
"Marry me," Daddy says.
"What?"
He's claiming my body like never before, and now I think I'm hearing things.
"Marry me, boy. I want you to have my name. I want you to be mine in every possible way. I want to claim you in front of the whole world, stake my claim, have you as my husband, as my everything."
"Daddy…" I moan, not sure whether because of his words or his thrusts.
"Marry me," Daddy commands.
The orgasm hits me out of nowhere. I feel it in every part of my body. The pleasure is so overwhelming, the moans and screams I make sound far away, my vision blurs and darkens, and the cum keeps coming.
"Daddy…" I choke on the word as I feel him filling me with his cum.
More cum spurts from my cock. The orgasm feels never-ending.
"Mine, mine, all mine," Daddy chants as he keeps sliding inside me even after he cummed.
"Yours, only yours, all yours," I chant as I meet his thrusts.
"You didn't answer my question, boy. Will you marry me?"
"Yes, Daddy."
He stares down at me with so much love, trust, and possession. I can't believe how lucky I am.
"I love you," I whisper.
"I love you, too, boy. And I'll always love you."
That's all I've ever wanted.
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