Chapter 22

I'm sittingat my computer, digging for some information, when Draven returns from his latest job.

I'll admit I send him on jobs other than the ones I find concerning Maeve because I wanted to see him. I miss him, and since he'd put that stupid rule in place about our whatever you wanted to call it, the only time I see him is after a job.

He doesn't have to check in with me. The nature of this work is pretty solitary. A Ghost never has to set foot in headquarters unless they want to. I rarely see any of the other members. But Draven always comes in after a job.

And I'm not above using that to my advantage.

I want him, and I know he wants me. He's proven it time and again over the months since we began this pseudo relationship. If all I can have of him is this weirdness we've got going on between us, then that's what I'll take, but it won't keep me from pushing for more.

"Here," he says, handing me the comms unit.

Oooh. Someone's grumpy.

He always is when he shows up like this. I think it's because he's trying to keep me at arm's length. Whatever it is, every time I see him I push my sunshiny, happy-happy, joy-joy personality at him. And little by little I turn off the grump or, if I'm really lucky, I piss him off enough that he fucks me hard and fast with one of those big hands wrapped around my throat cutting off the air so I can't say much of anything.

His voice always gets deep and raspy as he tears my ass up with that glorious, ginormous cock. The last time I got him riled up, he fucked me against the wall. He'd shoved me into it face first, one hand around my throat, the other gripping my hip while he slammed into me until I came without either of us touching my dick. I painted the wall with my cum while he held my face against the wall.

That last time lives rent-free in my brain because the sight of the concrete burn on my cheekbone from where it rubbed the wall sparked the daddy in him. I got lots of cuddles and kisses that night. Plus, he slept in the bed with me that night, playing big spoon to my little one.

Then the next morning, I woke up with his cock in my ass. He fucked me for ages, refusing to let me come. He edged me until I begged for relief. Denying me over and over. After filling my ass with his come, he'd sucked me dry.

I fiddle with his comms device, uploading the info to the server before turning back to the code on my screens. I squirm in my desk chair. The memory of him going feral on my ass has my cock plumping up. The blood rushing to my dick dances through my veins, and I can't keep still. My asshole twitches at the thought of him taking me.

"Did ye eat?" he asks.

"Hmm?" I say, since I wasn't paying attention. I'm too focused on getting railed and the code I'm running on the screen. For days, I've been attempting to hack into an offshore account. I need to know where the asshole I'm searching for is hiding out.

My chair spins around, sending my mouse flying. My face twitches at the sight before me. Before I give myself away, I lunge at Draven, planting my lips on his, unable to keep myself from attacking him. He was gone too long. I kept track of him and watched him, but it wasn't the same.

I want him with me, over me, in me. I want him riding my ass and fucking with my head.

He pulls away. His face is serious and flat.

Ruh Roh, Raggy! That look spells trouble.

I let my fingers dance across his broad muscular shoulders as I consider how to use that look.

Maybe I'll get a spanking? Maybe he'll use that big ass belt on my ass?

"Did you eat, or have you been sitting here binging on junk since I last saw you?" he asks.

Oh, that's not good.

I chew my lip, worrying it because he's upset with me. I want to be a brat and tell him I'd eat better if he didn't disappear for days on end. It's going to make him even more upset when I tell him I barely slept while he was gone, and I ate nothing he would consider food.

"Quit tryin' tae figure out how tae answer that without lying," he growls.

Holy shitballs, that brogue is almost enough to make me come.

"I'm not…"

"Tavish," he warns.

Closing my eyes, I drag in a deep breath. I won't lie to him. I gave him my word I wouldn't. "That's not what I'm doing. I just want you to be happy with me. I want to please you, and I know I didn't."

He scoops me up and carries me through the wall-to-wall tech gear to the bedroom. Kicking the door shut behind him, I bounce as he drops me on the bed.

"Strip."

I scoot back on the bed, pulling my clothes off as I move up the bed. Draven stalks toward the dresser I ordered and had put in the room just for him. I watch him rummage through the drawer. I have no clue what is in that dresser, but he's wearing his belt, so if he were going to spank me, he'd have just pulled it off.

Draven crawls from the foot of the bed until he's hovering over me. His massive body dwarfs me, forcing me to fall even further into my submission. I've always fought my submission off because I never felt safe. No one has ever made me feel secure enough to explore that side of myself. Not until Draven, but with him I know I can be myself.

"Do ya know what this is?" he growls in my ear, showing me the shiny object in his hand. His hot breath moistens the skin of my neck and shoulder.

My semi just went full metal jacket, hard as a rock. Instantly.

That's all it takes. Everything Draven does sets me on fire. I want him constantly. A whiff of his clean, crisp scent or the sound of his grumbly voice or even his deep even breaths, and my dick is standing up straight and hard, searching for him.

He pinches the head of my dick. "Answer me."

"No, but I have a good idea, and I don't wanna wear that."

"I dinnae care what ye want. Punishments arenae about what ye want. They're about educatin' and remindin' ye tae make better choices."

"My choices were perfectly fine, thank you very much."

"I told you to eat."

"I did."

He growls, "Food, lilla du. Nae junk."

The cold metal ring slides over my cock. His hand wraps itself around my cock as his mouth hovers over mine, stealing my breath. He robs me of oxygen regularly. Breath play is a favorite, but usually, it's one of his big ass hands putting the perfect amount of pressure on my throat. This is…not better, but more sensual.

I gasp, "I was busy."

"Ye weren't too busy to binge on junk food. And ye should never be too busy to care for yerself. Ye come first, lilla du. Always," Draven says as he squeezes my balls into the cock ring.

"Daddy!"

He hums darkly. "I love when ye call me that. I love the sound o' that whiny little voice o' yers begging for me."

He strokes softly. Too softly for me to get any sort of relief.

"Dra-Draven…" I whimper.

"I love that too. The sound o' my name is like music when ye beg," he says as he inhales deeply, robbing me o' what little breath I have before capturing my mouth with his.

His tongue sweeps in, licking mine. Fucking my throat.

I'm in heaven. His callused hand drags up and down my cock, roughly. His touch is soft and light. Just enough to keep my dick straining toward him. His tongue fucking my mouth, and his fingers twisting my nipples and pulling on them.

I'm drowning in sensation. Overwhelmed by him and what he's doing to me. Loud keening sounds fill the air, forcing their way past my tongue. They don't stop. The sound is constant, echoing off the walls every time he allows me a quick breath.

Spasms run through me, my back arching toward him. I'm going to burst. I need more.

"More, Daddy. Please!" I yell.

Instead of more, everything vanishes. He disappears. His mouth. His hands. They're gone. My eyes, which I didn't know were closed, fly open.

"What…umm…"

Draven is sitting back on his heels between my thighs, stroking himself. That big, beautiful cock, hard and purple, slides through his fist. The tip glistens in what little light there is in the room.

My mouth falls open and dries out as I watch him. My breath comes in harsh pants at the God between my splayed legs.

"Punishment, lilla du. Ye willnae come until I say so. Ye will watch me jerk off. Then ye'll clean up the mess. If ye get me hard again, I'll think about letting ye get off."

I whimper and whine. This is so not fair. I want him. Need him. And he denies me. My heart hurts.

"Keep your eyes on my cock," he orders.

As if I could look away. He wraps his hand around his length and strokes himself. Groans and grunts fill the room, echoing off the concrete walls.

I reach for him, desperate, only to be growled at.

"I'll strap tennis balls tae yer hands and fasten yer arms tae yer sides so ye cannot move, lilla du. Be a good boy and watch. I want ye to get yer prize, but first, ye have to earn it," he says.

"I want that."

"I ken, so do as I say, so we can both be rewarded."

Sliding my hands up under the pillow that I'm lying on, I remind myself that if I'm good, I'll get to taste him before he rails my ass. I lock eyes on his cock. Saliva gathers in my mouth at the sight of it in his even bigger hand.

Hoping I won't get into trouble, I swallow, knowing I shouldn't provoke him, but I'm unable to help myself. "I love your cock, Daddy. I can't wait to clean up your cum."

"Iffn you do nae shut it, ghille, I'm going to shove my cock into that wee little throat o' yers, and ye will nae taste a thing cause I'll fill yer belly with my cum," he growls as his hand speeds up and loses the rhythm.

He wraps his hand around my neck and pulls me toward him as he rises to his knees. The difference in size puts that big, purple cock right in front of my mouth. Drool pools and runs down my chin as I lean toward him.

"Fuck! Look at ye," he groans. "Ye're a mess, and I've nae gotten inside ye yet."

I look up at him through my lashes as he pushes inside, barely giving me time to cover my teeth. He likes the rough, sharp edge of my teeth scraping over his sensitive flesh.

"That's it, ghille, gimme that mouth o' yers," he groans as he shoves my face into his groin, fucking my face and throat. His thick shaft cuts off my air and gags me. I panic at first. I always do, but I force my mind to stay calm and remind myself to breathe through my nose.

Gagging on him makes him growl and thrust harder and faster. Until, suddenly, he floods my mouth. His cum spurting down my throat.

"Swallow every drop, and iffn ye want to get fucked, then ye best keep me hard."