Page 36 of Seducing Sasquatch

“Thank you for choosing me,” I reply, biting back the tears that gather in the back of my throat.

With his thumb swiping rhythmic circles across my cheek, Arden rocks me to sleep. “I’ll always choose you, baby boy.”

Fur brushes against my skin. In fact, my entire body is pressed against a layer of soft, thick fur.

Peeling my eyes open, I blink against the bright light of the morning that seeps through the nearby window.

The bedding is strewn across the bed, and I find Arden has removed every piece of clothing from my body. With my bare ass showing itself behind me, I turn back to find Arden’s sleeping face below mine. He’s still so human-looking, despite the teeth and pointed ears and the vast layers of fur covering his entire body. He still looks like Daddy.

I smile at the relaxed face of the man who’s claimed me as his. With my thighs straddling his waist, and my front pressed against his, Arden holds me tightly against his chest. I’m peeling my body from his when I feel the hardness of my dick between my legs. My shaft brushes against his furry stomach and a moan rips from my throat. Shit, how long have I been hard? Morning wood, no doubt. But the feel of his fur brushing against my aching balls has pleasure ripping through me. My hips chase the friction as I grind against Arden, using his body for my pleasure.

“What did I tell you about how your pleasure is mine now, baby?” Arden’s gravelly voice fills the room. I freeze, my gaze snapping to where he watches me with a heated smirk.

“Please, Daddy. It feels so good.” I resume pressing myself against his stomach.

Arden chuckles, “Your dick is even tinier now that I’m in this form. You’re so cute using me like a dog humping my leg.”

His words are humiliating but I can’t stop. Not when I press harder against him, using every ounce of my weight to reach my climax.

“Ah, ah, baby. You don’t get to come until I let you.” Arden’s hands wrap around my waist, easily lifting me from his body despite my frustrated cry.

My muscles tense, desperate to catch that high. My world blurs as Arden spins us, pinning me to the bed with my arms above my head and his hips pressed against mine. His furry thighs dip between my knees as he spreads his stance, forcing my legs apart until my joints ache.

The cool air kisses my exposed skin, sending a shiver running through my spine. I need his warmth, I need his body pressed against mine. I want to know the sounds Arden will make when he owns me. Makes me his.

“You’re so wet already, baby. You like being held captive at my mercy,” Arden coos down at me with a sinister smirk.

It’s not a question but a statement. He knows already just how much being under his control turns me on. It’s like fire injected straight into my veins.

“You understand we won’t be having sex today? I need to prep you first. And that will take some time.” He bops me on the tip of my nose.

I pout, batting my eyes up at him. But he doesn’t budge at my silent plea.

“Will you be a good boy for me?” He asks.

I nod profusely. Yes, holy fuck, yes, I’ll be so good for him.

“Then you’ll stay here, just like this while I get something.” Arden watches me with a stern gaze. “And I’ll know if you’ve touched yourself.”

I feel the edges of my lips quirk. “And if I do?”

The growl that rumbles from Arden has my heart skipping a beat and my hackles rising. “If you touch yourself without my permission, I’ll edge you every morning for the rest of winter until you can’t take it anymore and come all over yourself like a messy boy.”

My breath catches in my throat. He surely wouldn’t do that! But the stone-cold glow of his eyes tells me otherwise.

So I nod. “I won’t touch, Daddy.”

Dropping a light kiss to my lips, he peels away from me, leaving me exposed and very naked to the world. My hands flinch, dropping my cover myself, yet Arden’s warning grumble has me pausing.

“Hand back, baby. You don’t move, remember.”

I slowly place my hands above my head, fighting the need to close my legs, but I don’t dare move a muscle under Arden’s serious gaze.

“Such a good boy. I’ll be back.”

Then he’s gone. Slipping through the bedroom door and down the hall. I hear the front door open and his footsteps disappear behind the pounding of blood in my ears.

Every second feels like a minute as I fight with myself to not move. My dick leaks pre-cum onto my stomach yet the cool air bites at my skin, setting my nerves on edge.