35. Doc
W aking up has always been difficult for me, sleep in general is hard, and today is no exception. Waking up covered in your own sweat, with your heart racing and your brain foggy, is disconcerting.
James, used to my shit, holds me close and presses a kiss to my hair. “You’re okay, Ash,” he says.
He helps me to sit up and brushes sweaty hair away from my forehead before turning to the other side of the bed where he snags the bottle of water he keeps there for me. After I take a few much-needed gulps, I hand it back.
James wraps an arm around me and presses a kiss to my temple. “Same dream?”
I nod. “Yep. Been a while since I’ve had it, so it was a bit jarring, but I’m okay now.”
His hold on me tightens for a moment, but he doesn’t say anything. What is there to say? There’s nothing James can do about the dream—the nightmare —that’s been haunting me for twenty years now.
Especially not when there’s nothing that can be done about it. After all, everyone involved is dead, and I’ve spent far too long in therapy working on my shit—Cristian wouldn’t let me work for him until he was sure I was mostly mentally sound.
None of that makes it any easier, however. Not when the nightmares add to my already complicated relationship with sleep.
“Where’s Soren?” I ask once I feel I can speak without showing any emotion.
“Shower. You were dead asleep when he came in last night, and didn’t stir when he got up this morning.”
The tight vice around my chest eases even further. I don’t need Soren, not when I have James, but knowing he’s close soothes something deep inside.
I don’t know what it is about him, but…from day one, he’s been able to slip under my skin and touch the most vulnerable parts of me. It should terrify me, but instead, I revel in the attention he gives and the safety he exudes.
James kisses my head again. “I’m going to go shower and change in my room. I have some errands to run before your shift at the clinic, so I better get a move on. Text me if you need to, okay?”
“You know I will.”
I turn my head enough to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I’ll see you later.”
James slips from the bed and I’m left to my own devices with Soren still in the bathroom. I suppose I could join him, but that requires moving, and a level of energy I’m not sure I have right now.
Luckily, it’s only a few minutes later when Soren leaves the en suite, dressed in nothing but sweats that ride low on his hips, and cling to his thighs and ass enticingly.
“Morning, baby,” he says. “Did you sleep well?”
I shrug. “As well as I can, I guess. It helped that James fucked me into exhaustion.”
He hums and climbs onto the bed. “Let me check you.”
Huffing, I throw the covers back, knowing there’s no way to get out of this, and my brain still isn’t clear enough to really argue with him.
First, he slides his warm hand under my still-caged cock, holding it and inspecting it this way and that. He rubs his fingers over the exposed head and I moan, a deep-seated need building in my gut as desire rushes through me.
Next, he slides a hand up my thigh and across my pelvis, before moving up to my lower belly, gently prodding the bruising there. It aches a little when he palpates it, but other than the ugly purple color, there’s no injury to be seen from being fucked hard over the dresser. It’s going to pull and hurt every time I have to bend or move for the next few days, but I’ll live.
“Turn over,” he says, tapping my hip.
With an over dramatic sigh, I do as asked.
Soren’s careful as he parts my ass cheeks, the way he rubs a finger across my hole has me shifting my legs on the bed in order to hide my wince. It’s not painful per se, but I am definitely sore around and inside my hole.
He hums and taps my entrance with his finger. “You’re a little red back here, but I’m not too concerned. I’d need to feel you inside though, to be sure.”
Widening my legs, I encourage him. “Please, Daddy. Check me?”
He laughs a little. “You needy little whore. You got fucked just last night, but you’re over here begging for more, aren’t you?”
Moaning, I shift a little on my knees, offering my ass to him. Daddy hums and spanks me, making me gasp.
“Don’t be so demanding, baby,” he admonishes.
Waiting on bated breath, I feel him shift on the bed, and hear the sound of the drawer opening and closing before there’s the distinctive click of the lubricant cap.
One finger slides around my sore hole before gently easing in. I whine—from both pain and pleasure—as he sinks his finger in deeper. Carefully, he twists the digit, feeling along my channel for abrasions and tears.
The longer he stays moving inside me, the more pleasure takes over and the soreness begins to dissipate. I know that’s the hormones talking, but I’ll take it, especially if it means I’ll get fucked by my Daddy.
“You doing okay, baby?” he asks, sliding his finger out of me.
“Yes, Daddy,” I reply. “Please, can you fuck me now? I’m fine, as you can see.”
Strong hands grip my hips and he flips me over, taking my breath away. Not because of the action, but at the show of strength. My core flutters and my groin tightens as desire rushes through me. My face flushes and I’m sure I blush all the way down to my chest, as Daddy stares down at me with those bright eyes of his.
“No,” he says. “I’m not going to fuck you.” Leaning down, he presses a soft kiss to my lips. “I’m going to show you that you’re mine, Ashby,” he tells me in a low voice.
I shiver at the possessive tone, and my dick makes a valiant effort to get hard.
Daddy must read my mind because he smiles wide and slides down enough to bite at my neck. Moaning, I arch into the touch, tilting my head to give him unlimited access.
Daddy takes advantage, licking, kissing, and biting at my flesh before moving down to my collarbone, then further along my chest.
When he gets to my nipples, I gasp as sharp teeth bite them. Daddy shows no mercy as he takes the buds between his teeth, one at a time, turning them to hard and swollen peaks.
Daddy bites his way down my body, reopening marks that were on the verge of being healed completely, and creating new ones. I never knew biting could be so hot, but every time he sinks his teeth in, whether it’s just for a small nibble or until the skin breaks and blood smears across our skin, it makes my pulse race and my groin tighten, balls and caged dick aching for release.
Daddy bites my stomach hard enough to make me bleed and I cry out, the sensitive skin almost on the wrong side of pleasure-pain.
“Yellow, Daddy,” I say.
He smoothes a hand up my side as he looks at me. “I’m sorry, baby,” he says. “What’s wrong?”
“Don’t… It’s too sensitive on my lower abdomen, the skin’s too thin and…ticklish most of the time.”
“Okay, I won’t bite so hard in this area. Or at all, if you don’t want me too.”
I shake my head. “No, just be careful? You can suck up a bruise, but don’t break the skin.”
He kisses just below my belly button in agreement. “So,” he looks up at me with a glint in his eyes, “ticklish on your tummy, hmm?”
I squirm. “Daddy…”
Daddy laughs and he kisses me, feather-softly this time, right next to the bite mark. “I won’t torment you like that, baby…today.”
Internally, I sigh, knowing I did that to myself, but it’s better in the long run for both of us if I speak up now rather than later.
Daddy presses a soft kiss to the mark before moving down my body again, kissing along my hip bones. I quiver in anticipation, only instead of moving to tease my thighs or groin, he surges back up and kisses my mouth.
“You okay?”
“Yes, Daddy, but please , don’t stop.”
“Oh, I’ve barely started, baby. Trust me, nothing is going to stop me for a while yet.”
My breath catches as he reaches over to the nightstand and comes back with the key to my cage. “You’ve been such a good boy lately, I think it’s time for a reward.”
Daddy slides back down my body and holds my cock gently in his hand as he unlocks the cage.
After tossing the toy onto the nightstand, he leans down and takes my dick into his mouth. Moaning, I grip the sheets, arching my back as I surge into his mouth. He doesn’t reprimand me or anything, simply takes my rapidly filling cock deeper into his mouth, opening his throat to swallow me down.
“Daddy,” I groan, enjoying the feel of his hot, tight throat and mouth.
He hums around me, sending vibrations up my dick and into my balls. I try to breathe in through my nose and out my mouth, trying to quell the desire rushing through me. I don’t want this to be over too soon, but it’s been so fucking long since I’ve had an orgasm.
Daddy sucks me down like he needs my cock to live, and it’s all I can do to hold on and keep my sense. When Daddy pops off my dick, I whine, but his stern look has me holding my breath and trying not to move, lest he think I’m being disrespectful in any way.
“Remember, I won’t ask you to come on command, but I do expect you to hold it in as long as possible, understand?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’ll be good, I promise.”
His smile is full of mischief. “We’ll see.”
He swallows my cock again, and I can’t help reaching for him, threading my fingers through his soft blond hair. When he doesn’t tell me to stop, I grip the strands tightly and hold on as he brings me to the edge of oblivion, only to back off.
Over and over he does this, until I’m a writhing mess of need underneath him, only then does he pull away completely.
“Are you going to fuck me now?” I ask in a voice that's hoarse from crying out in pleasure.
Daddy shakes his head. “No, baby. I already told you, I’m going to claim you.”
With that, he picks up the lube again and coats his fingers. He doesn’t spend too long on the prep, which I’m grateful for. Knowing my luck, I’d come and end up back in the cage before his dick gets anywhere near my ass.
Daddy slicks up his cock and I eagerly spread my legs, making him laugh. “What’s the hurry, baby? You don’t have to be at work for a few more hours, we can take our time.”
“But, Daddy,” I whine with a pout. “I need you, I feel so empty.”
“Is that right?”
He guides his cock to my ass, holding himself steady as he leans over me. “I should put you out of your misery then?”
“Yes, please. Do it.”
He kisses me as he thrusts into me, both of us moaning as his dick breaches my hole. Daddy slowly enters me, moving carefully so as to not aggravate my already sore hole.
“Soren,” I gasp, digging my fingers into his back as he thrusts all the way inside.
“Do you feel me, baby? Feel me filling you up, stretching you out, taking back what’s mine?”
I nod and blush as tears well and I grip him tighter. “Fuck me. I’m yours.”
He kisses me. “I know you are.”
Slowly, he pulls back and then pushes back in. Over and over he does this, taking me slow and gentle, making me shake and moan as the pleasure overrides whatever pain was lingering.
Soren , not Daddy—there’s a difference—takes my hands in his and presses them into the mattress above my head, threading our fingers together.
He kisses me, slow and soft, much like how he’s fucking me. It’s tender in a way I’ve never experienced before, full of need and emotion, and I want nothing more than to bask in the sensation for as long as possible.
When he begins fucking into me a little harder, I cry out, my back arching as my cock rubs against his stomach. “It’s too much,” I gasp. My very nerve-endings are on fire as he makes love to me.
Soren lets go of one of my hands and cups my face. “You okay?”
I nod. “It’s… I’m not in pain. That’s green across the board, but…”
He smiles and kisses me, halting his movement. “I told you, baby, I’m claiming you as mine. Just lie back and enjoy it.”
He grabs my hands again, pressing both into the bed as he begins moving into me, faster and harder, fucking little breaths and moans out of me. All I can do is wrap my legs around him and hold on for the ride, staring up into bright blue eyes that seem to see all of me.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispers, shifting and thrusting in deeper, making me moan at the intensity.
His cock hits my prostate and I arch into him once more, chasing the sensation. “That’s it,” he whispers.
Harder still, he fucks into me until I can barely catch my breath, and it’s all I can do to hold my orgasm at bay.
“Breathe, Doc,” he says. “You can come when you need to.”
Soren shifts again, his hands leaving mine and finding my hips, pulling me onto his cock with every thrust.
I don’t hesitate to take my dick in hand, but I stroke myself slowly, wanting to make it last.
I watch as he fucks me harder, his eyes closing and his grip on my hips bruising before he stills, coming deep inside, marking me as his.
The feel of him in me, the weight of his body on mine, it’s all too much and I jerk my cock harder and faster until cum covers us both. My orgasm rolls through me slowly, taking my breath away and making me shiver, long after my cum sticks us together.
Soren lays over me, his dick still deep inside, though I can feel him starting to soften. I whine because I don’t want him to leave, not yet.
“Shh,” he whispers. “It’s okay, baby.”
Suddenly warmth enters me, and for a moment, I’m confused, because he’s already come and isn’t hard. Then my brain comes out of its fog.
“ Daddy! ” I shriek, staring up at him, scandalized.
Daddy smiles and presses a kiss to my forehead. “Shh, it’s okay. I said I was going to claim you, didn’t I?”
“But…but… It’s inside me, Daddy.”
He pulls back, his cock still deep inside, and smirks. “Would you rather it be on you?”
I stare at him, mouth open before rolling my eyes. “No. Thank you, Daddy, for doing it inside. Though now I have to make sure I clean myself very thoroughly.”
He laughs. “I’ll help you.”
Finally, he pulls out, and as he does so, he keeps his gaze on me. “It’s not too much, is it? I should have asked, I know it’s a limit for a lot of people.”
I shake my head. “No, I… It’s not something I’ve ever done before, or thought about allowing, but it’s not too much. I don’t know what it is about you, Soren, but I trust you. It’s like you said, you’re claiming me.”
He nods. “James can fuck you all he wants, give you these pretty bruises”—He touches the marks running across my middle—“but I’m the only one who gets to use you like this.”
I bite my lip and stare at him before agreeing. “Yeah. Only you, Daddy.”
“Good.” He kisses me, pulling my lip from between my teeth and biting down until it bleeds. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Daddy stands and holds out a hand, helping me up. When I stand, cum and urine leak from my hole, running down my thighs. I blush but don’t comment as Daddy leads me to the bathroom.
I didn’t expect this to be what he meant when it came to him ‘claiming’ me, but…I’m not upset. Instead, I feel…cherished, used as all hell, but taken care of all the same.
“Daddy?”
He turns from where he’s fiddling with the shower. “Yes?”
“I…I care about you, a lot.”
His smile is blinding as he cups my face in his hands, dragging my mouth down to meet his. “I care about you, too, baby. So fucking much.”