Chapter 22
Twenty-Two
Lane
I smile when I wake up and see the books Ryell left me on the nightstand. Fiction, nonfiction, crime dramas, thrillers, romance. Where was Ryell hiding these?
Before I dive into a book, I go to the bathroom to relieve myself and brush my teeth. I also run the razor over my face, not wanting even the slightest hint of facial hair.
The shower is harder to accommodate, so I decide to wait until Ryell comes back so he can wash me.
I get warm all over thinking about his hands on me. The care and attention he’s been showering on me is addictive. He’ll make it hard to leave.
No, it won’t be because I’ll be dead.
I’m under no delusion that I’ll make it out of this house alive. Whether it be today, tomorrow, or weeks from now, Ryell will kill me.
Instead of that thought being scary, it’s freeing. I can do what I want in my last days, and no one will judge me, least of all Ryell.
The murders Ryell committed while he was in college are heavy on my mind.
While I think it’s reprehensible that he killed two people just because they humiliated him, I can’t deny it’s something I’ve wanted to do often.
As someone that feels fear and guilt, I never would, but I’d be lying if I said the notion never entered my mind.
Mostly, those thoughts are about my parents. What they did to me…I can’t think about it, or I’ll spiral again.
Or maybe not. With how well my Daddy is treating me, I might be…healing, if only a little.
Dragging my chain behind me, I grab a romance novel from the nightstand, sit in the chair beside the window, and pull the curtains open. The soft sunlight warms my skin, and I smile, closing my eyes as I greet the day.
When I open them again, I look out over Ryell’s backyard. It’s huge, surrounded by trees. I can’t see much into the distance, not sure what lies past the trees. I wonder if there’s a trail back there, somewhere for us to walk and explore.
I grunt at my stupid thought. This isn’t a relationship.
This is an arrangement. I stay and allow him to draw me or whatever else he wants, and he doesn’t kill anyone.
I shouldn’t make this situation something it’s not.
But fuck, it’s hard. The past three days, Ryell has been showing me a side of him I never would have thought existed, and he’s my Daddy. That means something, I think.
Does that mean he no longer sees me as his victim?
Nah, that can’t be right. I am Ryell’s victim. Just because he wants me to be his boy for the time being doesn’t negate his plans to slit my throat.
Since I don’t have all the answers, I settle more into the chair, open my book, and read.
I get lost in the book, only stopping to drink the protein shake, munch on the fruit Ryell left me, and use the bathroom.
The book is pretty good, and I would probably have finished it in one sitting if I didn’t hear the door open behind me.
I look up and meet Ryell’s eyes. Smiling, I drop the book and sit up straight in the chair.
He returns my smile and walks over to me, gathering my face in his hands and kissing me softly.
I sigh against his lips and hold on to his biceps.
I’ll never get enough of Ryell’s touch. He makes me feel so good, so wanted, so seen.
Fuck, I’m losing my goddamn mind.
He hums as he pulls back and kisses my nose. “How are you today?”
“Good,” I murmur, then offer him my lips for one more kiss. He grins and pecks me quickly. “How was work?”
“It was okay. Had a tough case that had me in the operating room an hour longer than I initially planned. That’s why I’m home late.” He points at the clock on the nightstand.
I startle when I see that it’s after five in the evening. Ryell told me he usually gets off around three or three-thirty when he has OR days.
“Shit, I didn’t notice the time,” I say and hold up the book. “I was into this.”
He glances at the title and grins. “My sister-in-law gave that to me. Said something about getting in touch with my more feminine side.”
“Are you?” I ask teasingly.
He shrugs. “I’m not not in touch with it. Just never had anyone to be softer for.” He gazes down at me with an emotion I can’t name, but he blinks it away between one breath and the next. He holds out his hand, and I take it so he can pull me to my feet. “Have you showered?”
I shake my head. He lowers himself in front of me and removes the cuff from my ankle and leads me to the bathroom.
Ryell sits me on the counter and then starts the shower.
I stare at his backside, at the hard, firm globes, and imagine my fingers gripping him there, urging him on as he fucks me.
I use my hands to hide my growing erection.
When he’s deemed the water warm enough, Ryell comes over to help me remove my clothes, and he strips off his scrubs. Before we step into the shower, he pulls me into his arms and kisses me deeply. I groan and open for him, following the sensual glide of his tongue.
I’m panting when he releases me, my lips tingling.
“I love how you blush after I kiss you,” he says, tracing a finger down my cheek.
My face warms as I snort and move past him, ducking under the shower spray.
Ryell grabs a fresh washcloth and runs it over my body, rubbing and kneading at me. I don’t try to contain my sounds of appreciation, my dick twitching under his ministrations.
He grins when he sees the reaction he pulls from me, but he ignores my erection as he pumps bodywash onto the cloth and washes me. He’s thorough, sliding the cloth between my ass cheeks, then following it up with his fingers, the featherlight touch teasing my entrance.
I widen my stance so he can touch me more, and Ryell doesn’t disappoint. With the help of the bodywash, he slides one finger inside me, pumping in and out slowly.
“Yes,” I murmur, tipping my head up so he can claim my mouth.
Ryell kisses me thoroughly as he thrusts a finger into my pucker. I push back against the digit, wanting him deeper.
But before I can even get close to orgasm, Ryell removes his finger and pulls his lips from mine. I whine, and he laughs, then kisses my forehead. “You’re all clean. Let me rinse off and we can grab some dinner.”
I pout, but Ryell doesn’t care—he simply helps me out of the shower and wraps a towel around my waist. I walk over to the counter to brush my damp hair and dry myself off, my hole tingling from Ryell’s attention.
As I’m brushing my hair, Ryell comes up behind me, crowding against my back. His hard dick presses into me, and I look at his reflection. “Don’t tease me, Daddy,” I murmur with a wink.
Without a word, Ryell reaches around to the front of my towel and loosens the knot. Then he pushes me forward, pressing my chest against the counter. I pant as I glance back at him.
Pure lust clouds Ryell’s face, and my dick punches out violently from my hips.
Dropping to his knees, my Daddy spreads my cheeks and blows against my hole.
“Fuck,” I moan, trying to hold still, but my hips seem to have a mind of their own, rolling back into his face. “Daddy, please.”
The wetness of his tongue on my entrance has a long moan leaving my throat. I grip the edge of the counter hard to remain upright.
He licks from my sac up to the top of my crease, over and over.
“Oh, Daddy. Oh god. Yes please. Deeper. Lick me deeper please. I need it. I—oh god!”
Ryell spreads me open and thrusts his tongue inside.
I stretch up to my tiptoes as he eats me out messily, fucking me with his tongue.
He fucking feasts on my hole, making obscene noises that bounce off the walls of the bathroom.
My knees buckle as he tongues me, but Ryell keeps me on my feet while he drives me closer and closer to release.
A hand comes down on my ass, and I cry out, begging for more. He repeats the same to the other side, the ecstasy and pain mingling to almost push me over the edge.
Ryell removes his tongue, and I whine at him taking pleasure away, but then he replaces his tongue with his fingers, first one, then two. He pumps them in and out of my hole, first slowly, then faster, leaving me breathless.
He licks and teases my rim and balls while he fingers me, the digits stroking my prostate with every thrust.
“You wanna come, baby boy?” he asks, his voice sounding gruff with arousal.
“Yes…oh, Daddy. Please, I wanna…I need…I’m close.”
Ryell removes his fingers and clamps his lips around my hole, sucking and lapping at me like a man starved.
When he reaches around and tugs on my balls, I shout as my cock kicks off, and I blow my load untouched. My head swims with the force of my release as Ryell licks me through my orgasm.
My knees buckle, and I fall against Ryell, my chest heaving. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and smiles down at me. “You good?”
I nod sleepily, returning his grin. “Yeah. Can’t move, though.”
In one smooth motion, Ryell holds me close and rises to his feet. “I got you.”
With a soft sigh, I lean against his chest, allowing him to carry me into the room.
“What about you?” I ask when he lays me on the bed. His dick is still hard, jutting out in front of him. My mouth waters with the need to take him inside and taste his seed. It’s been so long—weeks, months maybe. He was fucking delicious when I swallowed him down the first time. I want more.
“You’re too tired to stand on your feet, baby boy. You’re gonna lie here while I fuck your mouth,” he growls.
My dick stirs, wanting to rally, but like he said, I’m too tired. I’m not too tired to let him use me, though.
Ryell straddles me, his leaking cock in my face. I open my mouth, eager to take him in.
The heavy weight of his shaft as it slides across my tongue makes me moan. Ryell hisses as he pushes farther into my mouth until he hits my tonsils. I stretch my lips as wide as I can to take all of him.
Grabbing both sides of my head, Ryell pushes into my mouth, gagging me. But I don’t care.