Page 77 of Unfettered

“I asked you a question, Topolino.”

I give him the only answer I can. “Use me, Tennant. Fuck me, love me, just…fucking let me feel it. I want it to hurt inside.”

He lets out a dark chuckle. “Your wish…”

He pulls me off him, but before I can mourn the loss, he flips me onto my stomach, grabs me by the ankle and drags me to the edge of the bed.

My scream gets lost in the blankets as he shoves himself back into me, his thrusts punishing now.

Tennant holds me down as he mercilessly fucks me, and I cry, my voice turning hoarse from the way I can’t stop moaning. I'm borderline screaming at the way my hole is being used for his pleasure. His hips are hitting my already-abused ass, keeping my first ever Daddy-spanking in the forefront of my mind.

I lift my head enough to be heard, as I beg, “Please, please, please, let me come. Please, Daddy!”

He reaches down and I whimper with relief as his talented fingers wrap around my balls. Only to scream as tears stream down my face immediately when he squeezes them so hard that I feel nauseous for a moment.

“You’re not coming,” he says in my ear. “You’re still not desperate enough.”

He fucks into me even harder—I didn’t think that was possible—before biting so hard on the back of my neck that I know it’s going to scar.

When he comes, I fall face first into the bedcovers, wondering if I’ll suffocate as he pins me to the bed, his body weight cutting off my air as he fills me up. I don’t even care if I die… Not as I run out of oxygen and my thoughts turn hazy, and Tennant runs gentle hands down my back, reassuring me that, even in these final moments, he’s there with me.

Idon’t know how long I sleep for, but when I wake up, I’m draped across Ten’s chest, and my body is sore.

“Are you alive?” he asks with humor in his voice.

“I…I think so,” I whisper, my throat sore as hell.

“Don’t talk if it’s painful,” he says.

Tennant shifts and sits us both up. I wince as every muscle in my body protests the movement. He hands me a room-temperature bottle of water, and I drink half of it in one go, wincing as it slides down my swollen throat, but needing the liquid at the same time.

“You fucked me into oblivion,” I whisper.

He snorts and smacks me on my hip—hard. “You can sign. Don’t stress your throat.”

I roll my eyes, but trade him the water for my glasses, pleased with the way his features come into sharp focus without me having to squint. “You fucked me into oblivion,” I say again, though I do sign it this time. “I’ve never felt anything like that…not even when you almost killed me.”

“You liked it then?” he asks, even as a cocky as hell smile crosses his lips. “You enjoy being my whore?”

My face heats, but I nod. “Yes. I didn’t like not coming, though. What the hell was that about?”

He laughs. “You’re mine, and it’s time I remind you of that. From now on, you’ll only come when I say you can.”

My mouth drops open and a squeal escapes me, but when I don’t protest, his grin widens.

“Yes, you like being my whore, my plaything, and feeling secure in the knowledge that I not only control your pleasure and pain now…” He reaches up and places his hand around my throat. “But your very life.”

My cock starts to harden and my breathing picks up. Even if I wanted to, I can’t deny his words. Not when the thought of him owning me gets me excited.

“We’re going to be okay.”

I swallow and blink back the tears in my eyes. “I love you,” I sign.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, then we can have some food and rest more.”

“You…don’t need to be anywhere?”

He shakes his head. “I’m right where I’m supposed to be.”