Page 159 of Pretty ’n Peak

“I’m ready, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Come whenever you want.”

Then Daddy’s hot mouth engulfed his tip, his tongue going right for that sensitive spot under the crown while his slippery hands worked Austin’s shaft.

Mateo tried to reach up automatically—the pleasure was just too good, and he felt an almost frantic need to slow it down. But he was caught up short by the handcuffs.

That feeling of need and helplessness slammed through him again.

He was chained to the bed, with no choice but to take all the pleasure that Daddy was forcing into him.

On a cry, he came, spurting into Daddy’s mouth. Ecstasy swept through him, flooding his senses as Daddy sucked and stroked him through it, licking up every last drop of cum.

Mateo collapsed into the mattress, boneless.

“How are you doing, babe?” Daddy was still gently stroking his cock.

“Amaaaazing.”

“Good.” Daddy sounded pleased. “Now let’s see how many more you’ve got in you.”

He didn’t even have time to process the idea before Daddy was slipping something down his half-hard dick and nestling it at the base.

It began to vibrate. Enjoyably. Deliciously. While Daddy kept stroking him, rubbing his slick palm over Mateo’s tip.

Until suddenly everything flipped over the edge.

“Too much!” He flailed against his bonds, but they held his wrists tight.

He was too sensitive. Overstimulated. Dancing to get away from the euphoria that was quickly turning into torture.

“That’s not a safeword,” Daddy said in that dark honeyed voice.

Oh, God. It really wasn’t a safeword. Did he want a safeword? He didn’t know. Because it was painfully too much. Too good, but in some twisted way that made him push away.

And then that full, heavy plug was pushing right back against his sensitive gland, shouting back the pleasure that was ripping through him.

He was getting hard again, his body confusing the pain for something that almost felt like need.

He’d expressed an interest in forced orgasms, but he hadn’t realized until now just how intense it would be. Daddy was stroking him fast and steady, like he wasn’t shaking with sensitivity from the first orgasm.

Like he wasn’t going to stop, no matter how Mateo felt.

Mateo knew it wasn’t true, of course. That was why Daddy had reminded him of his safeword. But the feeling of being used without regard for his wishes, being forced to come again and again…

That felt like something dark and beautiful growing inside him.

“Too much,” he begged again. Almost as an experiment. His breath was still ragged. It came out like a sob.

Daddy licked his slit. Almost tenderly. “I’m still not hearing a safeword.”

Oh, fuck.

This was really it. He could say no all he wanted, twist away from those magnificent, terrible hands, and Daddy was just going to take him anyway.

A deep shudder racked his body.

He was fully hard now.