Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“No thank you,” I whispered. “I like it here.”
I sniffled, my nose stuffy and probably red from all the crying I’d done.
The peace I felt was out of this world. It was so incredibly cathartic.
“Daddy? Who held that toy thing earlier?”
“Tate.”
Oh. That was hot. “I liked it.”
He chuckled softly and sat down near where my head was. “I noticed.” He patted his thigh. “Come here, sweetheart. Daddy needs your mouth.”
I licked my lips and squirmed onto my stomach. He needed his cock sucked; I could tell. He was so perfect and hard. River possibly needed something too, because he’d already cleaned my body. So that meant that whatever he was spreading around my butt right now wasn’t body wash.
“You like the floor, huh?” Daddy combed his fingers through my wet hair and scratched my scalp.
“Yes, Sir.” I stroked his cock lovingly and kissed it. “It’s peaceful down here. I’m just your little animal, and I have my Owner and my Daddy to take care of everything.”
“That’s absolutely right.” The praise in Daddy’s tone made me happy. “You leave everything to us.”
I hummed in pleasure and sucked him into my mouth, making sure to use my tongue a lot.
I loved how they used me. The same, but different. Daddy was at his Daddiest right now, meaning he was sweet and loving and wonderful and protective. And River was…River. He didn’t speak to me. He didn’t acknowledge my mind or my voice. Instead, he treated me like a revered toy, one he’d taken great care to wash and inspect. There was a medical bag over by the benches waiting for me; my entire backside needed aloe, and I’d been told my Daddy had broken the skin in one or two places on my ass and left thigh.
River was gonna fix it. But River was also in no hurry, and he didn’t mind that I hurt some more. He kneaded my abused ass cheeks before pushing the blunt head of his cock inside me. Then he sank in all the way and sighed in that way that said, “Fuck, that’s it. This is what life is about.”
“We’ll make you a spot on the floor whenever you need it.” Daddy patted my head. “And you trust us to pick you up later, don’t you?”
I nodded and kept sucking. The latter, trusting them, was exactly why the floor was suddenly a lovely place to be. Because I did trust them, and they made me believe that I didn’t deserve this position for the wrong reasons.
Closing my eyes, I suppressed the flinches and urges to whimper whenever River touched a particular hurty spot. His chest hair against my sore back was not pleasant. But it was part of it. Him taking from me, him putting his pleasure first, him objectifying me.
“Daddy?” I said, flicking my tongue over the wet slit. “I think River likes fucking his little dog.”
“You know what? I think he does, too.” Daddy guided me over his cock, and I noticed his breathing picking up. “All dogs need a purpose. This is yours.”
I nodded because I totally agreed with Daddy.
I wanted this to be my purpose forever. I wanted to hurt for them forever.
I let the moment steal me away, and I savored every second and every pain and every sound. My Owner’s grunts with each thrust, and my Daddy’s heavy breathing as I swallowed his long, thick cock.
Thirteen
Reese Tenley
“Daddy,” Shay whined. “This is unfair. Now Kit is in the pool too!”
“I hear what you’re saying. You think I should tell Colt to beat Kit as hard as I beat you. That way, none of you can go into the pool.”
“What the—no.” He balked at me.
I smiled and took a playful bite of his ass.
That made him yelp and wince in pain.
This sunbed had never gotten so much action as it had since Shay entered our lives. It was a terrific place to recover from last night, with the exception that he complained every time someone new jumped into the water, which he couldn’t do. He’d have to wait a day or two, depending on how his marks healed.
River returned from the supply shed with a popsicle for Shay and reclaimed his spot next to our boy. I stayed near the foot of the lounger, sprawled out comfortably on my side, with Shay’s ass within reach. I’d just reapplied lotion to his back, ass, and thighs, and it was fucking impossible to stop touching him.
Poor boy couldn’t even sit up properly. He had to lie on his side or stomach.
And he had to stay naked, much to my pleasure.
He had the sexiest little bottom, tight and soft, with flesh I wanted to sink my teeth into.
It was even more beautiful today. I ran my fingers over the multiple welts, some thin and more pronounced, some looking more like scrapes, some wider and fainter. Perfect pattern. Perfect colors. Reds, pinks, and purples.