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“I can’t,” he rasps.“I can’t.”
“I know,” I say sadly.
I’m not even lying.Whether I like it or not, I understand better now.When he told me about those innocent people his team killed, the guilt was all over his face.Even if it wasn’t my fault, I still carry guilt about not being there when my parents were killed.His guilt won’t let him be with me.Maybe mine is why I’ve clung to Liam, even knowing he’ll never let himself be happy.
With one hand braced on his stomach, I slide the other up and down my dick, pinching the foreskin a little because an orgasm always feels better to me when there’s some hurt, and pushing my hips down.I fill myself with him, with the overwhelming ache of him, as much as I possibly can before it’s all over.
No matter what, it’s going to be too soon, especially after that night when he edged me for so long.By the time his hips stutter and he comes with a strangled groan, I’m too impatient for my own release.I’ve got places to be.
Places that aren’t here.
When Liam forced me to have orgasm after orgasm, it reached a point where the orgasms were honestly more pain than pleasure.Where my oversensitive body didn’t seem to know if what it was feeling was good or bad, but it was pretty sure it had been duped in spite of the cum leaking out of me.
This orgasm hurts more than all the others.
A primal yell that bursts out of me as I shoot all over my hand, all over his stomach.There’s moisture leaking from my eyes and running down my cheeks, but I ignore all of that.
I don’t want to wipe my tears away.I earned them.
When the final aftershocks have passed, I lift myself up.Sort of like he did to me before, I wipe the cum from my hand right onto his chest.Then I release him from the restraints quickly, because I’m not sure what he’ll do once he’s free.
I can’t read his face, which causes a little spark of fear.Like I used to feel when I thought there was a ghost in my parents’ basement.My body shakes as I back away.
Which is also why I don’t take the time to clean him up.Besides, it might do Liam good to sit here with my cum on his skin and think about what he’s done.Since he likes punishments so much.
“Consider this your penance, Daddy,” I say too fast.
I’m sort of on a schedule anyway.My phone, which I placed on the bed by Liam’s leg, lights up in the dark.Probably Michael, letting me know he’s almost here.
As I back away, Liam struggles to sit up.“Ravi…”
But there’s nothing more.No protest.No asking me not to go.He doesn’t even stand.
Maybe his knee hurts.Maybe he’s too spent.
His eyes glitter in the dark.His jaw is slack.Feeling emboldened by the now-or-never-ness of the whole situation, I return, leaning down to press a kiss to those pouty, parted lips.
“I’m going to miss you, Daddy.”
My clothes and everything else are waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs, including my backpack and Mr.Cat, in the carrier I got for him when Channing took me to the pet store.
He’s mewling, the sounds soft and insistent.A protest.
“I know, Mr.Cat,” I whisper to him.“I’m not happy about this either.”
My phone lights up again.
Michael: I’m outside.
Ravi: BRT
One last reckless impulse has me wrenching open the kitchen junk drawer.I hastily scrawl a message on a sticky note before stepping out into the humid, dark morning.
Who’s going to keep me from doing stupid things now, Daddy?
I’m proud that I only wait for a second to see if he follows before I close the door behind me.
Chapter Thirty-One
