Page 58 of Guardian
Me, I’m thrashing on the bed in frustration.Gasping, nostrils flared, heart racing, and so, so confused.
The mattress dips with his weight.“I figure I may as well sit down,” he says.“We’re going to be here a while.”
Oh.That doesn’t sound good.
“How long, sir?”
He doesn’t answer, but it’s a long time.For what feels like hours he brings me to the edge and then cuts me off.Sometimes he puts the vibration on my dick, sometimes on my balls, and sometimes on my nipples.
A few times he brushes the head of it over my hole, and it’s enough that I almost think maybe I’m going to manage to get fucked or at least get off before he can stop me.
But no.Every single time he seems to know exactly when I’m near the edge, and every time he stops.His expression is infuriatingly smug as he sits back and waits for me to calm down again.
“If you can’t take it anymore, you can say red,” he reminds me a couple of times.“Just know that at the end of this, we’re done here.You take your money, you get out of my house, and you don’t come back.”
It’s a punch right through my chest.He can’t mean that.I don’t want him to.Or maybe I do.No, I don’t, but I should.
Tears sting my eyes.Considering that was my plan all along, his command shouldn’t hurt so much.“Why?”
“You wanted to get used for money.You wanted to leave.So I’m going to give you what you’ve been asking for.Let’s see if you can actually handle it.”
Oh, to hell with him.He doesn’t think I can take it.He wants me to cave.He’d get so much satisfaction if I used my safe word, I bet.Well, screw that.Screw him.I’m not going anywhere.Not until he kicks me out.
“I can handle it.”Then an awful, terrible, wonderful thought pops into my head.“Daddy,” I add.
I must have really gotten to him, because he doesn’t even give me a hard time for not calling him sir.My satisfaction is short-lived, because for the next God knows how long, he really tries hard to get me to tap out.
My muscles burn as he teases me mercilessly.My toes curl so hard I cry out in pain when my foot cramps.After a while, all the frustration has tears streaming down my face.
I’m begging.Pleading.So much nonsense is coming out of my mouth I might have promised him my firstborn or a pile of magic beans.I don’t even know.
My neck and face are wet, the tears collecting behind my ears and running behind my head.It’s awful and beautiful.I desperately want it to end.
Also, I never want it to end.
Once he’s finally said “Okay, kid, you can come,” the barest light of dawn is coming through the window.
I nearly pass out.Nearly.Even though I’m lying down, the room is spinning.
Everything hurts.Everything.After however many hours of tensing my muscles and thrashing and crying, I’m so sore I can hardly move.There’s also this surreal, floaty feeling.A buzzing sound in my ears.
Oh.No.That’s the buzz of Liam’s phone.
His words return to me as he picks it up to send a reply.I’m going to give you what you’ve been asking for.
Did I get what I wanted?At first, I thought so.
When he started, I didn’t understand how he was punishing me when it felt so good.I get it now.He’s wrung every drop of defiance out of me.At least for the time being.
As I’m lying there sweaty and sticky and wrung out, he removes the restraints from my hands and feet.His footsteps echo as he walks out of the room.
“That was Zed.I need to go into work.Stay here until I get back.”Then he walks away with not even one backward glance.
“You’re just going to leave?After all that?”I can’t cover up the hurt in my voice, but I hate it.
The moment of softness on his face must be my imagination.In the next second he’s gone, boots thundering down the stairs.
Now that I think of it, the entire night he hardly looked at me.Never even touched me.
