Secret Daddy - J.R. Gray Page 0,29

know. Family stuff. I’ll talk about it later.”

“Of course.” He started to rock again. “What is it you want me to open up about?”

“I want to know you,” it was the most honest I could be. “You have so many secrets, and I can feel them built up inside you. I feel like my brother doesn’t even know.”

“I will open up. I promise, but not while I’m inside you. Some of it isn’t pleasant.”

“Thank you,” I arched over him and his grip loosened, letting me move.

“You feel good wrapped around my cock. This might be my new favorite position.”

“Why?” I asked, too curious to bite back the word.

“Because you’re spread out and open for me, exposed so I can touch any place I want to. All of you a canvas for my play.” To emphasize his point, he drew his nails over my abs.

I squirmed, imagining all the ways he would touch me. “I like being your canvas.” My voice hitched, and my cock bounced wanting badly to give in to the orgasm building in my gut.

“Hold it back.”

“I know.”

“Such good manners.” He circled his fingers around my hips. “Such a beautiful Prince.”

I was glowing under his praise. I wanted to bathe in it. Coat myself and carry it with me always, but that’s what his bruises were for. Each mark reminded me of his words.

“I like making you happy.”

He rocked his hips. “Were those words?”

“Fuck you.” I groaned, closing my eyes.

He stilled. “You are fucking me. Or trying.”

“Let me come.” I was whining and I didn’t care.

“I want to know how you feel after your brother’s reaction. The more you talk, the more you get my cock.”

“This is not fucking fair!” I muttered under my breath about him being a douche.

“I can hear you.”

“When I mutter I pretend you can’t.”

“You do realize it doesn’t take away from your punishment, right?” He squeezed my dick mercilessly.

I nodded, biting my lip and suppressing a moan. “Yes, Daddy.”

He was silent. Not a moan, or sound. He could have been dead from a heart attack for all I knew.

“Did you die?”

“You aren’t that good in bed.”

I huffed. “Rude.”

“Yes, you are, Prince.”

I flinched, hating when he called me ‘Prince’ and not ‘his’ Prince. The silence extended between.

“What if I get soft like this?” I threw out as a last-ditch effort to try and win the standoff.

He didn’t say a word, but he released my dick and slid two fingers inside me, joining his cock, the stretch burning through my entire body. And then he brushed my prostate, making my legs shake.

My balls tightened and my cock pulsed. I clenched my teeth, breathing through the near orgasm. I held it back by the thinnest margin.

“How dare you!” My entire body was thrumming. I couldn’t see straight.

“Hmmm? What did I do?” He stroked the spot again and I cried out.

“Daddy!”

“Yes?”

“You are going to kill me.” My lower lip stuck.

“I sure hope so, then maybe you’ll speak.”

“Dead people don’t speak.” I narrowed my eyes and tried again to rock over his cock, but ended up fucking his fingers into my prostate over and over and I couldn’t come. I would rather die than disappoint him, which led to a lot of complex feelings I wasn’t ready to deal with at this moment.

“What do you want to talk about?” I muttered.

“Success.” The smug candor to his voice made me a little homicidal but also a little horny. Maybe it was something I needed to talk about in therapy. I pushed it aside because right now I wanted to be fucked like a train and not think about all the reasons I needed to push Daddy’s buttons.

“And?” I asked. He still hadn’t said what he wanted. Why he felt talking was necessary.

“Nothing.” He withdrew his fingers from my ass and flipped me under him, pushing his knees between mine to open me to a painful stretch. “I want you to learn that when you need to talk, you’re going to have to. And when I think you need to open up to me, I will make sure it happens. We can’t fuck while ignoring what is going on between us. It’s part of the way I’m taking care of you and us.”

A stupid warm glow filled my chest and I was not going to admit it to him.

“Do you understand me?” He pulled his hips back, removing himself from me, and the connection.

“Yes,” I said, more of a cry than an agreement.

“Good boy.” He put his arm around my