Chapter 20
After watching Royal fuck up into the beautiful boy I’d met at the gym, I knew my bridges were completely burnt and the remnants washed away down the rain-drenched, stormy river.
And honestly, it doesn’t feel like the end of the world.
I thought that maybe we would be a forever thing, but I didn’t factor in how much we’d change.
So, as he catches my eye, I try to look blankly at him, but I can’t do it, and pain tears through me until he turns his face away and gets back to kissing the boy on his lap.
The invitation for Sunday lunch from Dad surprised me, mainly because he doesn’t have my number. He probably got it from the gym, but I don’t mind. I should’ve been to see them by now.
When Pops finally lets me go, I sit down. In seconds, there’s a plate and cutlery in front of me. “Thank you.”
It stays quiet enough to hear a pin drop until a chair scrapes over the tiled floor, and Royal is up on his feet. “I’ll see you all later.”
“Royal!” Pops calls out as Royal stalks off down the hall.
“I’ll talk to him,” I say, standing up and walking around the table.
I find Royal in the hall, his head down as he seems to be drawing in a heavy breath.
“Royal,” I say, quietly. He spins around and pins me to the wall, his body pressing up against mine, his hands caging my head.
“You’re fucking everywhere: my club, my house, my gym.
For someone that doesn’t want me, you seem to be all over my life.
” He’s not loud, but there’s so much deep-rooted pain in his voice, in his eyes.
I’m speechless, lost in the blaze of his stormy eyes. I’ve never had anyone look at me this way. I can’t decide if it’s anger or lust. Maybe both. He stares, unblinking, at me until my tongue flicks over my bottom lip. He follows the trail, his eyes now fixated on my mouth.
Then his mouth hits mine, all hard and angry, teeth nipping and biting on my lip until I open for him.
His tongue sweeps across mine, demanding my acquiescence, the same way his hips rock into me.
His dominance is so fucking hot. Maybe this is the side of him I need, because my resolve to be a mature adult has disappeared, leaving only my submissive side, and damn, I want to give him everything he demands.
“Let’s go,” he growls against my lips, then bites the top one. I moan as a shudder runs through me. “I need inside you, and my parents’ hallway isn’t the ideal place.”
He snatches my hand and tugs me away from the wall and towards the door. When we step outside, he curses. “You drove, of course you did.” He looks at me. “We’ll take yours. I’ll drive.”
I try to protest, but the look he gives me has the words drying up. I close my mouth and dig the keys out of the front pocket of my jeans.
“Good boy.” He smirks at me. The flash of the indicators shows the doors are unlocked, and I pull the passenger door open and slide in. “We’re going to mine.” His gaze flicks from the rear-view mirror to me. “Okay?”
“Yep.” I pop the P. “You’re the one in control.”
The grin he gives me is debauched. The flash of pure wickedness in his eyes has my dick twitching and my arse aching to be filled. “Too right.”
His left hand rests on my thigh, to high up to be decent, and as his fingers dip in the crease, the tips ghost over my very painfully contained balls.
The drive is quick and silent, both things I’m grateful for.
Any conversation would take away the fizz of desire crackling through my nerves, could make me rationalise what’s about to happen, and why I’m giving into it.
It’s simple—I want his cock inside me, maybe his handprints over my arse, making my skin sing.
He swings my car onto his drive and has it turned off before looking at me. “From the minute we step inside, I’m in control. Go straight upstairs to my bedroom and strip.”
“Do you need to know my safe word?”
I’m sure he’s holding back an eyeroll, but the smirk is still simmering on his lips. “I doubt it but tell me anyway.”
“Avocado.”
His lips twitch, but he doesn’t comment, only unclicks his seatbelt and opens his door. I follow him and as soon as the front door is open, I do as he demanded and go up to his bedroom.
I don’t take any time to look around, just undress.
My shirt comes off first, then as I unbuckle my jeans, I hear his footsteps on the stairs.
I speed up, but I’m still with my jeans halfway down my thighs when he steps into the room.
As he struts towards me with the definite swagger of a confident Dom, any side of his Daddy is gone, disappeared from the moment he pushed me against the wall.
I stumble to get the last of my clothes off, only to struggle when I realise I haven’t taken my shoes off. Eventually, I’m naked and look at Royal.
“Get on the bed, boy. On your hands and knees.” His need and desire are obvious as he glares at me, his eyes nothing but heat and desire.
I clamber up, knee walk to the centre of the bed, then drop onto my hands and spread my legs, exposing every part of me to him. He inhales sharply, making me look over my shoulder at him.
“God, your arse is perfection, I want to spank it bright red,” he says quietly. Was I even supposed to hear it?
“Then do it,” I reply, swaying my hips to keep his attention on me.
“Later. I’ve got other plans for you. Any hard limits?”
“No blood or scat play. Other than that, I’m good. I’m clear, in case I haven’t mentioned it before.” Although being a member of Bound, I had to hand over blood tests on joining and monthly after acceptance.
I give my arse another wiggle and receive a very sharp slap in return.
“Enough.” The bed dips as Royal gets up behind me. He splays my cheeks wider, and it’s his tongue that touches me next, swiping up over my hole, taint, and balls, and back down again. He lavishes my hole with the flat of his tongue, then with the tip, he breaches the star to lick inside me.
Over and over, he licks and sucks at my arse, up to my balls, but never my cock, which is drooling precum down and over the duvet. He must know I won’t be able to last much longer. I don’t know if he’s even undressed yet.
I howl as he stretches me open with two fingers and licks even deeper inside.
The burn is exquisite. It doesn’t last. His fingers are inside me.
Two, then three, pumping, twisting, stretching me wide.
The fourth finger is almost too much, but when he grips my cock with his other hand in a tight fist, he pumps me in rhythm with the fingers in my passage.
“Hnnngh, I’m gonna come. I can’t hold back.” I grunt as I try to control my body, even though my balls are already high and tight, desperate to spew their load.
“Yes, come for me, boy.” He bites my butt cheek as he flexes his fingers to stroke my prostate.
That’s it, game over. I come as I scream out his name, over and over again, so loud my voice will croak. I want to slump onto the soggy quilt, but before my arms give way, Royal has his hands on my hips and has slammed inside me.
His dick is fucking huge. I now understand why he used four fingers to get me ready.
I cry out as he shows no mercy and fucks into me harder and harder, pounding deeper—the fucker will hit my tonsils soon.
When he pulls me up so my back is against his chest, he bites the crook of my neck, sucking a bruise where his teeth marks will show.
“You do this to me. You drive me fucking wild. You’re mine now, boy, and you will do as you’re told.
” His words harsh in my ear, but the kiss on the skin beneath it is soft and tender.
“You can be a brat whenever you want but be ready for the punishments; you will still obey me.”
When he releases me, he pulls out only to flip me over and spread my legs wide, then he slides his dick back in where it belongs.
He’s slower this time, stroking his hands up and down my legs even when they’re stretched wide.
As he lets them drop, his leans over me and kisses me.
Like this, the sex is slower, less brutal, but the dominance and control are still written over his body.
The touch of his hands, the nip of his teeth, all just on the edge of harsh.
And yet I love it.
It’s not long before Royal cries out my name and comes inside me, filling me the way no one else had. Simon always used condoms, but this is hot as fuck. I can feel every pulse as he spills.
“Fuck, you feel so good. I never want to leave.” This is a calmer, sweeter version of Royal.
His kiss is long and slow. His tongue dips languidly in and out of my mouth as his lips move gently.
With what sounds like a groan of regret, his dick slips free, releasing a stream of his cum.
His eyes dilate as he watches it, then he bends to lick it clean.
Christ, is there anything hotter than that?
Then he kisses me, and I taste him. Yep, that’s hotter.
He slides to the side and lies on his back, looking up at the ceiling. “I meant that you’re mine.” He flips onto to his side face me.
“Yeah, I heard you.” I roll my eyes. “It was all growly and possessive, but not very Daddy-like. Not the same as other Daddies I’ve been with.”
He frowns now. “I know. It was unlike me. But I’m not the only one that didn’t behave the way they usually are. Not once did you call me Daddy.”
That’s true, so where is my little? If I stop needing that part of my life, will Royal still be interested? He’s Daddy, a carer; everybody says so. He’s respected by all at Bound and has never been described as a rough lover.
So, what’s with today?