Don't Read in the Closet: Volume Four (65 page)
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them on the chest. I’ve got an order and I need to carry it out. He’s
still quiet while I step toward the dresser and open the top drawer to
reveal a plethora of items sure to make my ass sting, ache and burn.
My cock’s hard. As a rock. Fucking granite between my thighs.
The solid wood paddle appeals to me, but it’s the one with the
holes that I need. That one draws me like a moth to a flame. Trite, but
true.
With infinite care, I lift the paddle from its place and then slide the
drawer closed before I turn toward my Daddy. My cock bobs with
every step I take closer to him. A foot from Zeke, I stop and extend
my arms, palms up, presenting my choice to him.
He lifts it, tests the weight and grips the wooden handle. “This is
the one you want? It’ll hurt.”
I lick my bottom lip, stare at the ground in front of my toes. “I
know. I deserve it. For you, for Luca… for everything.”
Zeke shifts back a bit, widens his legs and holds his hands at his
sides. The movement gives me a clear look at his dick, the flesh hard
and seeming to reach for me. Only me. “Across my lap then. We’ll do
this and it’ll be done, baby. Okay?”
I sniffle, tears stinging my eyes, because deep down I know that
I’ve disappointed and angered several people with my actions. A bit
of selfishness cause a shitload of problems.
As if I’d done it countless times before, I settle across Zeke’s lap,
cock hanging between his thighs, presenting my ass to him.
His plate-sized hand, complete with calluses, strokes my bare
bottom, skimming my sensitized skin and fluttering across my crack
as if I were the most delicate china. With every moment that he
touches me, I’m more aroused, more in tune with his every breath,
aching to be what he wants in a boy.
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“So pretty.” His voice is husky, low, growling and I whimper,
pushing and arching against his hand. “Such a perfect little ass.”
I squirm, wanting… something.
He gives it to me.
Between one breath and the next, the paddle slams against my ass,
no prep, no warming or warning, just the connection between wood
and flesh. I scream and move to rise, the pain, flight or fight response,
taking over my body, but Zeke’s hand in the middle of my back keeps
me from breaking position.
I can’t breathe, can’t move, can only
feel
.
He hits me again, the sound reverberating through the room,
through my body. The pain radiates from my ass, warming and
shooting through me, bringing tears to my eyes with each thud of the
paddle.
“Count.” His voice is hoarse, strained.
Another strike. Another bout of agony. “Three, Daddy.”
God, it’s only been three.
Tears aren’t just threatening now, they’re trailing down my
cheeks, splashing onto the floor.
Yet another. “Four.”
I’m gasping. And despite the pain, the agony of the spanking, I’m
turned on by the act. I want this, deserve this and crave this. More
than anything.
“
Five
.”
I’m choking on the pain and the pleasure that’s growing, radiating
from my ass. The pain is morphing, twisting and turning within,
becoming more.
Zeke stops for a moment, hand sliding over my heated rear and I
flinch with the contact.
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“Easy.” His voice is soft, soothing, gentle. Easy, slow strokes of
his palm against my heated skin quickly ratchet up my arousal, make
me want whatever Zeke will give me. “Such a good boy.”
I whimper and press into his touch, search out the pleasure, drink
up every drop. “Daddy.” My voice is a whisper, eyes closed, I tune
out everything but the feeling of his skin against mine.
“It’s over, now, little one. You did good.”
I bend further, press my face against his calf and take a deep
breath, taking in his scent and savor it. As my heart calms, I push into
his touches as they become stronger, harder… more.
Heat is morphing into pleasure, my cock’s throbbing in time with
the beat of my heart, the thunder of blood roaring through my veins.
He’s stroking my ass, fingers playing over my heated skin and the tips
grazing my hole. God, to be filled by him, surround him and cradle
him close.
I arch my back, rising and hinting at what I want, earning a soft
chuckle from Zeke. “Needy, minx.” A quick pop, the palm of his hand
against my ass and then he’s pulling me up until my feet rest on the
ground once again. “Bed.”
I scramble to listen, crawl across the expansive mattress and settle
on my back, legs wide, open and ready for whatever he wants to do to
me. I trust him not to hurt me for a variety of reasons… but it’s my gut
that I’m going with and it tells me that no matter how big, or strong,
Zeke may be, he’d never hurt me. Unless I wanted him to.
He shucks the rest of his clothes, then opens the bedside table to
retrieve a condom and a bottle of lube. Internally? I’m doing a happy
dance. Externally? My cock’s still throbbing, pre-come glistening at
the tip of my dick and it’s taking everything in me not to stroke
myself.
I want Zeke to do that, to give me the friction I need with his
hands.
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He climbs onto the bed and settles back on his heels, attention
focused between my legs, straying to my face for a moment before
zeroing back in on my exposed ass.
“So, so pretty.” Zeke strokes my inner thigh, fingertips dipping
between my cheeks for the barest of moments before pulling away. I
hear, rather than see, the cap of the lube clicking open and I imagine
him coating his fingers in the slippery fluid.
Cool digits circle my asshole, nerves tingling, stretching and
awakening under his touch. Round and round they go until a single
finger slips past the rings of muscle to invade my body. He fucks me
then, out and in, nice and slow until I’m sweating and needing more.
Much more.
“Zeke…” I don’t care if I’m begging.
His finger disappears. “What?”
A shudder works through me, cock impossibly harder. My voice is
soft, a whisper, when I respond. “Daddy.”
He gives me more, stretching and filling at the same time, fingers
finding that special spot inside me, stroking the walnut-shaped piece
of flesh that sends lightning through me from head to toe. I close my
eyes, back arched and muscles tight while I rock against him, fuck
myself on his hand, take what he’s offering and work toward my
release.
Hard and harder I move, panting, dying and living at the same
time. Need, need, need…
But I get nothing. Zeke pulls free of my body and I open my eyes
to see him fitting a condom over his cock and I lick my lips, suddenly
realizing I haven’t had a taste of him.
“Later, baby.”
He really needs to stop talking. Really.
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I open my mouth to tell him that, but he’s easing into me, ass
burning, skin stretching and accommodating his girth. Fuckity fuck
fuck. And another fuck.
He braces his hands on either side of my shoulders, gaze on mine
while he continues to invade me, giving me an ache that only he can
soothe.
Zeke inches forward and then eases back, in and then out, over
and again until he’s seated to the hilt. He’s been holding his breath the
whole time, as if afraid even breathing would ruin the moment. We
both moan when he’s all the way in and I wiggle my ass, wanting to
take him even deeper.
“Minx.” He drops his forehead to mine as we share the very air we
breathe.
“Your minx?” Yeah, I’m a needy little shit.
“Mine.” Zeke growls and captures my lips in a kiss, teeth nipping,
tongue dueling with mine while we explore each other. He retreats
before shoving forward once again, yanking a groan from my chest. I
stroke him, fingers exploring chiseled muscles and sensitive skin.
Learning him from outside in.
His breathing is growing heavy, our bodies moving without
conscious thought, taking and giving everything we’ve got. I want
this, him, more and all of it at once.
I plant my feet on the bed and work my hips to meet his thrusts,
giving us each a little bit more to hold onto, a bigger wave of pleasure
to ride.
Already I can feel myself easing toward the edge, climbing the
mountain and preparing myself to jump off the ledge. The pleasure is
skittering along my spine, plucking at every nerve ending from head
to toes and back again to settle in my balls. God, I want it. Him.
Everything.
Did I mention that?
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Closer and closer I ease toward release. My cock’s steadily
leaking now, filled to bursting, but not without Zeke. My Daddy. Just,
mine.
“Come on, baby.” One of his hands leaves the bed, encircles my
cock and tugs on the hard flesh. I still for a blink and then change my
movements, allow myself to get fucked yet fuck his hand. I slide
easily through the circle of his fingers, his grip tightening and handing
pleasure over on a platter.
I feel like I’m going to stop breathing at any moment, everything
crowding in on me and pushing, dragging me, to the edge.
“Come on. Come for me.” His voice is pure growl, a demand and
a plea in one, forcing me to listen.
Back arched, mouth open and Zeke’s name on my lips, I come on
my chest, pleasure gathering and radiating through my entire body.
Wave after wave of ecstasy pour through me, ride along my veins and
I’m shaking with the intensity. String after string of come spurts from
the head of my dick and Zeke stills above me, roaring his own
pleasure, screaming my name as if he’d never get to speak again.
“
Tevin
.”
God, the sound of his voice is enough to get me hard again. My
cock twitches, interested, yet exhausted.
Zeke slumps over me and I cradle him close, relishing in his heavy
weight. I feel protected, wanted. His face is pressed against my neck
and I can feel his lips pressing against my skin, tongue licking me.
He’s nuzzling me, showing the sweet side of the large man who seems
to be able to scare just about everyone. I’m not scared anymore.
At least, not a lot.
Much too soon, he rises and pulls free of my ass. Suddenly empty,
I whimper at the loss of contact, earning a soft pet from Zeke, his
palm skimming my chest, sifting through the come to stroke my skin.
“Shh… I’ll be right back.”
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I quiet and watch him stalk to the bathroom, returning in moments
with a washcloth. A few quick swipes and I’m clean, Zeke settling
next to me, pulling the covers over our naked bodies and tugging me
close. I snuggle against his body, head resting on his shoulder.
Content.
More than, actually.
“Was it worth it?”
I’m half-asleep already. I barely register his words. “Huh?”
“Your show tonight. Was it worth the pain?”
I sigh. “Oh, yeah. I got you, right? Any amount of pain is worth
being with you, Zeke. Don’t freak on me, but it totally was worth the
paddling.”
Zeke’s quiet for a few moments and I’m convinced I’ve blown it
all to hell.
He tightens his arm around me and presses a soft kiss to the top of
my head. “I promise not to freak on you if you don’t freak on me.”
“Deal.”
Then his hands are on me, shifting me until I’m a human blanket
on top of him, staring into his eyes. “Good. Because I’m keeping
you.”
All righty then.
Author bio:
Celia Kyle would like to rule the world and become a
ninja. As a fall-back, she’s working on her writing career and giving
readers stories that touch their hearts and *ahem* other places.
