Chapter 9
Jordan Hackett
Icouldn’t believe I’d ever doubted Daddy’s dominance. To be honest, I hadn’t been aware of my own hesitation. I could swear on my life. It was just…the notion of letting go completely was so foreign to me—unless a Dom’s demeanor was constantly put on display, like Nathan’s.
My Rigger.
Daddy was different. He was always smiling and ready to goof off with me, and I’d stupidly mistaken it for his guard being lowered. That he would let me get away with too much.
I’d been so wrong.
As soon as he reached the bed, I was there on my knees.
“I am so, so sorry, Daddy.” It was possible I spoke to his abs at first, but Jesus H.
Christmas, look at that body. That chest, those thighs, those shoulders, arms, freaking everything.
He wasn’t a twentysomething gym bro; he was a grown man, who liked to eat, who liked to work out, who played with his kids, who had some scars… Heavens almighty, my mouth went dry.
He hooked a finger under my chin and lifted it a bit.
There. Eye contact.
He was amused.
“Heh.” I held up a finger. “I’ll try that again.
Ahem.” For effect, I clasped my hands in prayer, ’cause I still wanted to be cute.
“Daddy, I messed up. I should have apologized much sooner. You’ve been nothing but genuine and wonderful with me, and I had no reason to think you might not be able to handle me.
I’m very sorry. That won’t happen again. ”
Something softened in his gaze, and he cupped my cheek instead.
“It might, actually—and that’s okay. You’ll learn soon enough that I’m the one who decides which buttons of mine you can push.
” He dipped down and brushed a kiss to my lips.
“You’re forgiven. But next time, we’ll explore punishments. Does that sound fair?”
I had to admit it did, and I was too happy to get huffy about potential punishments in the future. “Yes, Sir.”
“That’s my boy.” He kissed me deeper and nudged me back, until I eeep’d and fell back altogether. He grinned wolfishly and crawled over my body, a sight that almost punched the air out of my lungs. “Are you ready for Daddy to stretch you out?”
Oh my gosh.
I sucked in a shaky breath and nodded quickly.
He hummed into a deep kiss, and he took off his boxer briefs. “But first, I want that mouth on my cock.”
Yes, Sir! Right away, Sir!
He maneuvered us around and ended up on his back, and right there, in that moment, on full display, with an arm folded under his head, he looked like a man who owned the world. Unabashed, unapologetic, unafraid. Totally in control.
Holy crap, this was really happening to us. James might not recover after watching Daddy and Rigger fuck me into oblivion.
I might not either, considering the sizes of their cocks.
As I pretty much fused myself to him, I kissed every inch I could reach on my way to his cock. I rubbed his thighs, feeling the muscles underneath. I wanted James to get jealous in the way that turned him on even more, ’cause I already knew he was salivating at the sight of these two men naked.
“Let’s get your little bottom in the air, sweetheart.” Rigger’s warm voice made me shiver—not to mention obey instantaneously. I got on all fours while he ordered James to get the oil from their bag.
I looked at Daddy’s cock and wet my bottom lip. To be honest, I was intimidated!
“It’s very big, Daddy,” I admitted. “I’m just a little guy.”
He smiled—and there was a darkness in that smile—and he brushed a hand down his front, toward his cock, until he gripped the base.
“We’ll make it fit,” he murmured.
“It’ll hurt.”
“I sure hope so.”
Gosh.
I swallowed against the rushing fear and desire, and I dropped my head to kiss the head of his cock. At the same time, I felt Rigger behind me, and he wasn’t alone. As soon as he allowed James to warm me up with his tongue, he was there. James kneaded my butt cheeks and closed the distance.
Oomph.
I had to concentrate on Daddy’s cock, but it wasn’t easy when James started tongue-fucking me! Maybe I should get him to stop somehow. Like, give him a secret signal so that Daddy wouldn’t know.
Dammit, it had to be a good blow job. The best one, even!
Focus, focus, focus.
Or maybe not? Was that the problem? Was it when I focused that I couldn’t surrender?
Ugh! I was stuck in my head.
What kind of surrender was it when I thought about sneaking orders to James?
I sucked Daddy into my mouth and decided I had to check out mentally. Otherwise, I’d miss the forest for the trees, when I wanted to feel everything that was happening around me. It was my issue with losing control all over again. I craved it, but it was so difficult to let go.
Daddy knew it too. When I glanced over at him, he had pushed himself up on his elbows, and he was watching me with a knowing look about him. I couldn’t describe it. I just knew.
Save me, Daddy. Please?
“What are your safewords, little one?”
I released his cock and licked my lips. “Green, yellow, and red, Sir.”
He nodded with a dip of his chin. “Remember them.” With that, he canceled James’s tongue-fucking party and pulled me to him. But he didn’t stop there. In one fell swoop, he pushed me down so that I was on my stomach and he was shifting on top of me, effectively trapping me against the mattress.
My nerves became shot, and I felt stupid. Instinct told me to flee, when that was the last thing I wanted. Whatever he was gonna do to me had to happen.
Daddy’s behavior changed. He was curt and impatient when he demanded the oil from James, and I felt it in the way he handled me too.
His touches were no longer laced with affection.
He was brusque and all business. I gasped as I felt two fingers between my butt cheeks, and a beat later, they were invading me, coated in oil.
“If you don’t give it up freely, Daddy will take it.”
I clenched automatically, and the edges of my senses tinted with panic. Escape, escape, escape! Except, that would only make me miserable. I didn’t know why I was so damn scared to submit to him. We’d just covered this with my apology! I thought I’d let go!
Maybe there was a difference between thinking it and doing it…
Oh God, but he couldn’t believe this was about him. Not this time.
“It’s not personal, Daddy,” I whimpered. What was wrong with me? Was I broken?
“I know it’s not.” Two fingers became three, and that was where the pain started. He forced them inside me, hard and deep, sending flares of fire up my butt. “This is what happens when you trap a subbie boy inside a young man who clings to control.”
I screwed my eyes shut and fisted the sheets.
It was all my fault. Over the years, James had tried repeatedly and vehemently to find ways for me to relinquish control, but I didn’t function that way.
I couldn’t be submissive with a man who had to force dominance.
It was like a mental block that slammed up.
But since I loved being dominant with James, I’d never seen the problem.
He’d had a more natural handle on the Little side of me, so even though we’d both had fantasies we couldn’t explore just the two of us, I’d never felt unfulfilled with only him.
Still didn’t. If soul mates were real, he was mine.
Even if he was jerking off to my pain right this second.
I bet he was. Damn slut.
Fuck me, it fucking burns!
Daddy leaned over me and nipped at my earlobe. “I’ll make sure it hurts.”
My breath hitched in my throat, and I was officially white-knuckling the sheet.
The threat was clear. The promise was clear.
You will remember who’s in charge.
My eyes stung behind closed eyelids, and it was the worst timing to realize we had an audience. Someone coughed quietly by the door, and I heard shuffling too. Whispers. Low murmurs.
“Is his Daddy gonna rape him, Master?”
“I don’t know, little pet. It sure looks like it. You can start undressing over there.”
I whimpered and buried my face in the nearest pillow, and a big wave of emotions washed over me. I needed this. I had to hurt. The bossy freak in me had to be robbed of that control. I wasn’t going to fight Daddy for a second. I was gonna take the pain and hope with everything I was that Daddy won.
All of a sudden, the most intense fire was extinguished and replaced by cool air. Daddy’s rough fingers were gone, and I drew a ragged breath.
“Holy crap, that’s hot. Daddy, come look.”
I couldn’t describe with words what this did to my state of mind.
One side of me wanted to sink through the floor.
Another wanted as many people as possible to witness this next part—because I definitely believed Daddy was telling the truth.
He was gonna make sure I hurt. In a way, I already was.
I’d never felt so vulnerable before. My skin almost itched with it.
More fingers poked and prodded around my butt, both Daddy and Rigger, contributing to the feeling of absolute exposure.
“I don’t think he’ll tear,” Rigger said quietly. “Don’t hold back.”
I swallowed hard and gnashed my teeth as they made out. As Rigger spurred Daddy on.
“Fuck him into next week,” he whispered.
Daddy let out a long breath. “When I’m done, it’s your turn.”
“We’ll fill him up.”
Daddy landed a hand on the back of my thigh and let out a low chuckle. “Boy’s all tensed up.”
No fucking shit!
“Take him. I wanna hear him sob. Fall apart completely.”
Rigger was a damn Sadist. He flew under the radar because Daddy’s sadism was loud and boisterous like him, but Rigger wanted to see me suffer.
Daddy hummed, and the mattress shifted as he repositioned himself. One hand landed heavily near my head, causing me to freeze and hold my breath. And he moved it to where I was fisting the sheet.
“If you can’t give a verbal safeword, pinch my hand, Jordan.”
Okay. Understood. Um. Sure. Yeah. Great.
“Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“Yes, Sir,” I choked into the pillow.
“Good.”
This is it.