Chapter 5

“Jesus, Case. Were you always this responsive?”

I whimpered at the stretching sensation of his fingers sinking into my tight channel. The piercings and ink probably gave him the wrong idea about me. I’d never really had sex before. I just knew I liked the way the needles felt, the rush of the stings on my flesh and the exquisite buzz of adrenaline that lingered after the pain stopped. I bit my lip to avoid crying out. Another of his fingertips rested against my clit and began to rub in a tight circle while he continued fucking into me with two thick digits.

“No,” he said, as though he’d made a decision. The touching stopped, much to my dismay. “Jesus I want to fuck you like you couldn’t believe. But you need to learn first.”

His hand struck my ass hard enough that I cried out. I felt like a fool, though, because I loved it and wanted more. He stepped up closer, resting a leather-clad knee on the bed beside me. His rough, stubbled chin brushed my shoulder and his lips tickled my ear.

“You’re mine. This is just a bit of fun to prove it.”

His hand landed on my ass again in a hard strike, followed by a circular stroke, then another strike, right over top of the end of the plug. My pussy thrummed with pent-up need.

“Tell me you’re mine, Casey,” he said, landing the next smack square on my swollen pussy. The sting of the strike on the wet flesh sank deeper, the combination of pleasure and pain making me cry out.

“If you want more, I want you to say it, baby.” Another smack, this time quicker and further between my thighs, right over my clit. Warm pleasure bloomed out from the throbbing bundle. Oh, God, I needed him to do that exact thing again.

“I’m yours, Daddy. I’m all yours. Please don’t stop.”

“If you’re mine, then I need you to do something for me. Open your mouth.”

I craned my head to look up at him. The angle gave me an amazing view of his sculpted torso, beginning with the prominent ridge of a hard cock inside the dark leather pants. His muscles rippled when he cupped one hand around the stiff bulge, and then slowly unfastened the buttons of the fly.

My heart raced in anticipation. I knew what he wanted, and I wanted so badly to do it right, but I had no idea how. His brow creased when he met my apprehensive gaze, and he paused.

“You can say the word, Case. I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want.”

I nodded. “It’s not that. I’m afraid I’ll do it wrong. That you won’t like it.”

He stepped off the bed and crouched down so he was at eye level. His large hand cupped my face, his palm warm and slightly calloused. I leaned into him, grateful for the gentle touch.

“You’ve never been a disappointment in your entire life,” he said. “Tonight just proved how perfect you are. Beyond my wildest dreams.”

I nodded and gave him a nervous smile.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered and leaned in. He pressed his lips softly against mine. I felt him sigh against me just before his tongue darted out, sweeping between my lips. It was as though he was tasting me, but only for an instant before he pulled back.

“Daddy’s gonna fuck this pretty mouth now. If you need me to stop, squeeze this.” He placed a small object into my cuffed hand. It was a tiny little noisemaker. I squeezed it once, experimentally, and it made a loud clicking noise.

Then he was kneeling on the bed again, his cock thick and hard and aimed at my cheek. I had to turn my head to face it dead on. He had a piercing, too, a steel hoop a little thicker than mine that rested just under the tip. The masculine musk of him pervaded my senses and I opened my mouth wide, inviting him in.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured. “Lick it, first. Just run your tongue around the tip and tease the hoop.”

I did as he asked, darting my tongue out. The salty flavor of him was a shock as much as the absolute velvety softness of his skin. A tiny bead of moisture leaked from his tip and I wrapped my lips around him impulsively, pressing my tongue into the slit.

“Jesus, Case. You might be a natural. Can you take me deeper?”

I nodded, my pulse still racing, but not out of fear now. I could do this. Hell, I loved the taste and feel of him on my tongue.

He clutched the back of my neck, fingers digging in and holding my head steady as he tilted his hips. I opened my mouth wider, relishing the velvet heat of his shaft sliding along my tongue.

“That’s right, baby. Oh, fuck. Now suck a little.”

I nearly gagged when the steel hoop hit the back of my throat, but controlled the reaction by taking a deep breath through my nose. The angle I had to turn my head to take him became uncomfortable, but his fingers at the back of my neck massaged me as he pressed my head down onto him, lessening the stress on my muscles.

His little words of praise kept me going. Once he seemed to find a rhythm, suddenly his free hand landed hard on my ass. I moaned around his cock, tears springing to my eyes from the sting.

“That’s right, you’re still a bad girl, but you’re redeeming yourself right now. Keep sucking, baby, and I’ll keep spanking you.”

I made an “mmhmm” noise around the thick column of flesh that filled my mouth.

He spanked me again, then slid his fingers between my legs, teasing between my folds in long swipes, just barely toying at my clit. I made a whimpering sound of dismay, that I hoped he could interpret.

“You want to come again, don’t you?” he asked. I responded with an affirmative hum and raised my gaze beseechingly.

He slid his cock out of my mouth and stood, his leather pants halfway hanging off his narrow hips and snagged on the thick curves of his muscular thighs. I swallowed, sure my face looked a mess from the saliva that had escaped my mouth while I sucked him.

“You’ve earned it, then. Let’s just make sure you can enjoy it, all right?”

He reached beneath me and I felt gentle tugs at each of my breasts as he removed the heavy weights from my nipples. Then he removed the cuffs that secured my wrists to the headboard.

“Don’t move. I want you just like this, but I need you to be able to move, that’s all.”

He stripped out of his pants and disappeared from my field of view. The bed dipped down behind me and a moment later his hot thighs rubbed against mine, the hairs of his legs tickling my bare skin. He smacked his cock in a swift series of strikes against the crease of my ass, right on top of the plug, then slid the tip down between my lips.

I wondered if it would hurt, the first time. I’d masturbated plenty, so it wasn’t like I was going to bleed, but nothing that big had ever been inside me before. I should tell him, I realized.

His hand gripped my hip and the head of his cock was just barely pressed against my opening when I chickened out.

“Christmas!” I blurted, feeling supremely silly, after all we’d done.

He stopped, and pulled back, but didn’t move, otherwise.

“What is it, baby?”

“I…I need you to know you’re my first, all right? That’s all.”

He sighed and I felt even greater distance between us. Hesitantly, I looked over my shoulder. He’d fallen back on his haunches, his hands limp at his sides.

“Jesus, Casey. How the hell do you end up pierced to the heavens and not have had sex?”

“I don’t know…I just know what I like. Normal sex just seemed too boring for a first time. Daddy, I don’t want you to stop. Please! I just needed you to know.”

His hand rested comfortingly on my bare ass, fingers stroking. “If I do this, it’s a lot more serious. Do you realize that? You’re so important to me, Casey. And Jesus Christ, you have always amazed me. Tonight…”

“Beyond your wildest dreams?” I said softly, feeling my heart flutter at the obvious affection and awe in his voice.

“I’m going to make you come so hard, you’ll never want another man’s cock. I meant it when I said you were mine. Now I know how true that really is.”

“I’m ready, Daddy.”

He shifted up close to me again and I closed my eyes, waiting.

“God, baby, your pussy is still so wet,” he murmured, his fingers sliding between my lips again. “You let me know if it hurts.”

“I hope it does,” I said. “I never want to forget it.”

His hot tip slipped between my folds, spreading me wide. It didn’t hurt at first, and I was a little disappointed. Then he pushed deeper and his girth stretched me even more. I let out a harsh gasp and he slowed, his hand rubbing in a comforting swirl on my lower back.

“Just take a deep breath.”

“I’m okay. Please don’t stop!”

He pushed deeper and I whimpered, but not from pain. The hard steel of his piercing had hit a tender spot inside me that made my clit pulse wildly. He paused there, seeming to test the depth.

“Does this feel good?” he asked, his voice low and rough. “Because it feels incredible to me.”

“Uh huh,” I managed to gasp out.

“Jesus, I need to fuck you hard. Your pussy is so goddamn tight and hot.”

“So fuck me.”

With that, he rammed in deep enough that I saw stars. I clenched the pillows and cried out. He didn’t move again for several moments. When I finally caught my breath I felt his body bend over mine, his strong arms wrapping around me. The pressure of his pelvis pushed the plug deeper into my ass. I had a split second to wonder at the dismissal of that little object, but didn’t care now that he was inside me.

“That’s the hard part, baby. The rest is slow and wonderful. Come here.”

I was beyond objecting, even if I could find words for it. He filled me up in a way I couldn’t even imagine.

He pulled me upright against him, his thighs supporting mine and my back against his muscled chest. His hands cupped both my breasts so delicately, his thumbs brushing as light as feathers over my still-sore nipples. The light contact made me shudder as much as his breath in my ear as he began to fuck me in earnest.

“You are amazing, Case. Next time, I know you’ll astound me again.”

~Next time~, he said. I smiled to myself, already imagining what kinds of pleasure “next time” would hold in store, even as he blew my mind with pleasure in the current moment.