Chapter 18

When his handsfall away from his belt and he nods, every awful thing that's ever happened to me is suddenly no more. It's all been replaced by the promise of what Draven has given me.

I work the thick black belt through the buckle. The smell of it fills my nose and the soft, supple leather bites gently into my palm as I pull it from his pants. Visions of being spanked with the well-worn belt have me pulsing. My cock jumps over the lace and satin manties I purchased on a whim. They're pushing it up, putting me on display.

I look up at him for permission before opening his pants. His icy blue eyes stare down at me. Desire has them dancing like blue flames. The heat in them licks me and sets my already needy body on fire.

"Open my pants and take out my cock, lilla du. I wanna see it in your hands."

I gasp as a wave of lust washes over me, leaving me thankful I'm kneeling on the bed. Not wanting to disappoint the man, I do as told. Unbuttoning and unzipping his black tactical pants proves difficult, but soon I'm peeling the fly apart, surprised he's not wearing underwear.

I push his pants down and his erection pops out as if on a spring. The hard, girthy length bounces in front of my face.

Holy shitballs! He's fucking enormous.

My mouth waters at the sight of him. I hate giving blow jobs, but this cock has me wanting to taste it, suck it, swallow it whole until it gags me.

"Lick it."

My eyes soar up his body. His hands are on his hips, his knuckles are white, like he's squeezing his sides. Fine blond hair covers his sculpted abs and massive chest. His eyes blaze down at me.

Unable to deny his order or my lust, my mouth opens and I lean toward him. My tongue laps at the tip while I stare up at him. The salty taste dances over my tongue and, like Draven himself, it makes me needy and wanty. I have to have more, but I pull away. Hesitant to move forward anymore, because he's the one in charge.

"Good boy, lilla du."

He shucks off his jeans and boots, then squats in front of me.

"I see the marks on yer body, Tavish, and I recognize most o' them for what they are. I'm a hard man. A dominant man. The things I like sexually could be an issue for ye…"

I open my mouth, but he stops me from saying anything by placing a finger on my lips. "Nae. Let me finish. If I ask ye a question, nod or shake your head. Do ye understand?"

I nod, chewing the inside of my lips, unable to tear my gaze from him.

"I'm sure ye've done yer research. Ye always do."

I nod.

"Then ye ken the what o' me."

I nod again so he knows I'm understanding him and listening.

"Tavish Buchanan, people have used and abused you in the worst ways. Ways I'm sure I cannae see on yer skin. Ways ye may never give voice to, but if there is something I ask o' ye or I am doing to ye that ye dinnae like or enjoy, ye have but to ask and I will stop."

I nod. I know I can trust this man to do what no one has ever done in the past.

"Good. I am a Sadist, and I enjoy giving my subs the pain they need and crave. I get off on it. But I'm nae sadistic. The pain I give is for pleasure. In all the years Simon and I played, we nae left permanent marks on a sub's skin."

I swallow, my eyes burning with tears, but I force the emotion clawing at me from his words away. He watches me. Silently. Waiting for me to nod. Or at least I believe so.

"Do ye have a safe word?" he asks.

I shake my head. "Umm…I've never had one."

Samuel loved it when I screamed "red." I'd read it in a book about kink safety and hoped it would get him to stop the things he did to me. Things I didn't like or that hurt. It didn't. Samuel laughed like a hyena instead. His face reminded me of the ones in the memes from that cartoon movie.

"We'll have a longer conversation about this later. We will make it easy then. The stoplight system. Do ye ken it?"

Draven's voice pushes Samuel's face from the front of my mind. That brogue shoves him back into the box. The one I put him in the night Damon and I ran from the Order moments before it went BOOM!

"Tavish? Did you hear me? Do ye ken the stoplight system?"

I nod, panting in anticipation of all the things I want to try. All the things I want him to do with and to me, but I'm not sure

"Then we'll use the stoplight system. It's easy enough to remember." I nod again, but he continues on. "If I do something ye dinnae like and ye want to stop, ye say, ‘red.' Iffn ye need a break, ye say, ‘yellow.'"

"Green is good to go, then?"

"Yes, mo ghille. There will be times I test ye. I have to trust ye will be honest in what ye can and cannae handle. Iffn there's nae trust, this willnae work. Do ye understand?"

I nod and a small smile teases his lips just at the corners.

"Have ye been fucked before?"

Visions of prior acts beat on the boxes I've locked them away in, trying to force their way back out. I don't need reminding of times I'd rather forget. Not now that I have a man like Draven in front of me. I close my eyes and nod with a single dip of my chin.

Draven says nothing at all in response. I open my eyes, and he is right there in my line of sight. The fire still blazes, but it's banked. No longer an inferno like it was moments ago.

"Verra good. I'm proud o' ye, Tavish. You should be too. You survived something most people dinnae or couldnae."

He stands. That big, beautiful, massive cock bounces in front of me and I can't help but lick my lips as it does. His big hand cups my cheek and his thumb brushes over my lips, forcing its way into my mouth. He presses the digit against my tongue until it rolls up around his thumb, cupping me.

"Ye are a beautiful boy, mo ghille. I want to fuck ye, hard and fast. There will be times it's slower, but I've nae been with someone in a verra long time. Iffn hard and fast isnae for ye or fucking isnae something ye're ready for. This is yer chance to tell me. I cannae hold myself back much longer, and once I touch ye the way I want, I dinnae wanna stop. So tell me true what ye want, because while there will be times I hurt ye for pleasure, I dinnae wanna hurt ye in that way. Nae ever. Ye've suffered that enough."

My heart soars at his words. "I've been fucked. It wasn't something I wanted, but it was something I needed in a way that wasn't sexual. With you, I'm feeling things I've only ever read about, and I want you to help me experience those things."

The fire in his eyes goes from banked to an inferno, like my words were gasoline I'd poured on the flames. He shoves me, and I fall back onto the bed. My knees fall open, and he crawls between them, settling back on his heels.

He pushes my arms over my head as he commands, "Dinnae move!"

I gulp and nod as his gaze bores into mine. "Red, yellow, or green," he asks.

"Green!"

His facial expression doesn't change, but somehow I can still see the pleasure, the mischievousness there. His hands trail down from where he was pressing my wrists into the mattress, squeezing and massaging the muscles as he goes. They move over my nipples, pinching them, then pulling at my barely there happy trail that disappears into the satin and lace manties I purchased on a whim.

"These," he says, tickling his fingers over the elastic waist, "should be illegal. Do ye have more?"

I shake my head no.

"Words, mo ghille," he orders with a snap of the elastic against my tender belly.

"No," I gasp.

"Shame. I want the link."

When I nod, he rips them from my body and tosses them away. His expression turns feral, his eyes blaze as he stares down at me.

"Look at this pretty cock. It's purple and hard and leaky, just the way a boy's cock should be. Are you needy, mo ghille donn?"

"Yes," I gasp, softly. The word almost inaudible.

"Good," Draven says as he drops over me, his arms on either side of my head. "Do you have lube?"

I nod and point toward the drawer. "In the top drawer."

He takes my mouth, plundering it like a Viking of old taking a village. It's his. He owns it and is using it as he pleases. The dominance that pours out of the man washes over me, leaving me floaty and lightheaded.

All I know, all I'm aware of, is his mouth on mine. His tongue fucks my face, ravaging me, robbing me of thought. But then all that floaty goodness recedes because his fingers are circling my hole and I'm coming. My belly clenching and spasming as I spurt all over myself.

"GAHHHH!" I scream as I yank my mouth from his.

"Look at me, ghille. I want ye to remember who made ye come like ye just did."

"Draven…" I gasp, looking up into his face. His nose brushes mine while he continues to dance his slick fingers over and around my hole.

"Ummm…and ye said ye dinnae remember my name. Shame. I'll have to try harder."

He thrusts a finger into me, breaching the outer ring, tapping at my g-spot once. That's all it takes for my spent cock: it jerks back to life, plumping up and robbing me of breath. Draven keeps working his finger in me, pressing in and pulling out only to press in again. The feeling bows my back as my pulse and now-hard cock throb in tandem with his movements.

And Draven watches. No matter how much I writhe against him. No matter what nonsensical words pass my lips in praise and pleading, he goes at his own pace, teasing and taunting me. Adding digits to my torment as he stretches me for him.

"Please…please…please," I gasp, thrusting up into his touch. I want to feel that big cock split me open. I want to feel it when I sit and walk and breathe.

A click sounds in the background as Draven drags his fingers over the bundle of nerves within me. His fingers strum the nerves like the strings of a guitar, driving me to the edge. But it's not enough.

"I need…please…puh…please."

My voice comes out squeaky. The high pitch sound shuts off like a flipped switch as he grants my wish. Draven leans back, one hand wrapped around that massive dick he's shoving into my body while the other wraps around my throat. He's huge, but the bite of pain is amazing and I'm all for it.

"Keep those eyes on mine, lilla du. I want to see you take me," Draven growls as he buries himself to the hilt.

As if I could look away.

The thought flits in and out between one thundering heartbeat and the next, while he gives me time to adjust.

He's splitting me in two.

Draven's a god. My god. He's not only buried himself inside my body, but he's burrowing into my mind and taking my psyche captive. I'm just a vessel for him to command. He is the owner. The captain. The lord and master.

"What was it ye said ye called me when I robbed ye o' thought?"

He pulls out of me, rubbing the head of his cock over my hole, thrusting into me in one move before pulling back out.

I feel sound moving in my throat, but all I hear is the roaring of blood in my ears. All I see is my Highland Viking god over me.

"Hmmm? I dinnae understand that. What did ye say?"

He punctuates the question with another deep, hard thrust and I scream, "Daddy!"

The world falls away and I'm lost in a sea of his ownership. Floating on the waves as he fucks me hard and fast, then slows down, then speeds up. There's no pattern to grab onto. No rhyme or reason. There's only Draven. Daddy. The man I've watched and wanted. Now he's here, and he's mine.

Hopefully.