Secret Daddy - J.R. Gray Page 0,2

large and metal. A plug? I breathed through the burn.

“You take everything so well.” He massaged my cheeks, rubbing his clothed hips against my skin. The material coarse. Jeans?

“Thank you.”

“I can’t wait to be inside you. You’re making me needy, my Prince. So needy tonight.”

I smiled, glad he couldn’t see it. The smile might come off as smug and I knew it would lead to more lashes.

“Do you like it when I’m needy?” he asked.

“Yes. Very much.” What was I doing being so honest? Usually, I made him drag everything out of me. I’d pretend it was the time we’d gone without playing.

“So agreeable tonight. Are you feeling okay?” He slapped my ass and stepped back. “You’re going to make me do things I’ve been saving for a special occasion acting like this.”

“Please.” I knew the reaction it would have.

“And begging for it?” He groaned. “I’m not going to be able to hold back if you keep doing this to me.”

“I don’t want you to hold back,” I begged.

“You want me to be rougher than I’ve been?” he whispered and I wondered if I’d gotten to him in some way.

“Give me it all. I want it. No holding back.” And I did. I wanted to feel all the things he’d been putting off.

“Are you sure?” There was strain there, hidden in the stretch of his words.

“Please,” I said, my voice hitched.

He bent and kissed the curve of my spine before helping me to straighten. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, my Prince.”

I beamed behind the mask. “I am lost without you, Daddy.”

He was in front of me again, walking me backward. I hit the filing cabinet I knew to be there. The steel cool against my flushed skin.

“Turn around and bend over the cabinet.”

I did as he asked. I’d been here before. Been fucked over every surface in the library in the past six months. He knocked my feet further apart and my hips hit the unforgiving edge.

I clamped my teeth together, biting back the pain. He left me there for a moment, his footsteps staying near. The floor creaked with his return.

“Have you ever had a pain orgasm?”

“No,” I croaked. I’d only dreamed about them and watched about every porn with them I could find but I’d never found someone willing to push my body or theirs to that extreme.

“You wanted me to let go.” He wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed something against my cock. Silicone.

Click.

It started to vibrate.

He wrapped what might have been cling wrap around the toy affixing it to the underside of my cock. My toes curled. I wasn’t going to last long.

“Don’t cum.”

I turned my head and bit my bicep focusing on the pain, fighting the vibration. He smacked my cheek.

“None of that. I told you, I have a pain orgasm all lined up.”

I nodded, turning into the cabinet. The harsh metal comforting.

“Better hold on, this is going to hurt.” He stepped back.

I had no idea what was coming but I gripped the edges of the metal, bracing myself.

Fire lit across my skin.

Only one thing created this kind of pain.

He had his cane.

I dug my teeth into my lip, fighting but trying to relax at the same time. Tension was never a good thing with a cane. My breath caught in my throat and my heart hammered in my ears, fear taking over my mind, waiting for the next strike. Seconds passed, and my focus returned to the vibrations on my dick. My cock hardening fully again. I was gasping, fighting my orgasm already.

The next strike landed and my body shuddered. Another agonizing pause, as the vibrations, overwhelmed me with pleasure. I was shaking, teeth clamped together with the burn on my ass almost as intense as the toy. He reached around me and turned up the vibration. I whimpered and begged.

“No, no, I can’t handle it.”

“Yes, I’m sure you can, my Prince.”

“I’m going to cum.”

“No, not yet.” He let the cane fly again.

I was bracing for the pause and the torture of the toy, but it didn’t come. He hit me again, then a third time in a row. I nearly collapsed knees shaking. He put a stripe on the back of my thighs and I was delirious with it. I couldn’t tell what was pain and what was pleasure anymore. The fire had combined with the vibration and they were all too much. My balls tightened.

“Please let me come,” I cried out, voice hoarse and breaking.

“Come,” he said,