Chapter 17

Seventeen

MOUSE

I bolted for Cal's bedroom. I assumed he wouldn't mind me using his bathroom. Stripping off the T-shirt, I flung it on the floor. I detoured en route to the bathroom to stand in front of the full-length mirror that stood in the corner of Cal's room. Turning around, I looked over my shoulder at my reflection. The skin on my back had turned mottled shades of blue and green. The smaller wounds had scabbed over, and the two largest had dressings on them—and where in the world did Doc get dressing tape with SpongeBob?

I didn't focus on my back. I didn't want thoughts of the other night to spoil what I hoped was going to be a mind-blowing first time with Callum. Instead, I dropped my gaze to my arse. I'd always thought it was one of my best features. Not quite full enough to be a bubble butt and not too skinny either. The pale skin was already showing faint hand-shaped bruises. I focused on them, on the feeling of Callum correcting me and punishing me for being naughty, of being cared for .

I hadn't gotten hard while Callum had spanked me. My brain had been focused on receiving my punishment and knowing I'd be forgiven once it was over. That was a different form of catharsis, just as deep and earthmoving as coming my brains out.

Oh shit, what was I doing wasting time staring at my arse? Cal had said to be ready for him in ten minutes.

I hurried into the bathroom.

In the shower, I washed quickly using Cal's scented body wash. My balls and groin only had a faint smattering of hair coming through since my last wax, and I was mostly as smooth as a baby's bottom. I doubted Cal would have any complaints, so I left it and continued to soap myself down. I needed to have a quick wank to take the edge off. I was almost certain Cal possessed some sort of freaky Daddy sixth sense and would know if I tried to sneak one in. Still, my hand slipped to my junk and I began to touch myself with long, leisurely strokes. I flashed back to Cal's gravelly voice as he'd fucked my throat, then to the weight of his hand when he'd spanked my arse. Heat pooled in my gut, and I tried to keep my groans quiet. I was going to come.

"Enjoying yourself, lamb?"

Oh, fuck me. If he made me stop I would probably scream. But come to think of it, he was probably going to make me scream tonight regardless.

"Yeah, I am, thanks. Wanna get in and give me a hand?" I flashed him a cheeky smile, trying to ignore the stern frown he was wearing.

"No." He was leaning against the wall, watching me like I was a tasty meal, or prey to pounce on. "Keep going, lamb. I didn't tell you to stop. Put on a show for me. "

I turned slightly so I could look at Cal properly. His eyes were like cut glass, piercing me where I stood. I slowed my strokes, arching my back slightly.

"Take your time, boy. Tease yourself. Think about how it's going to feel when I finally fuck that sweet arse of yours. I won't take it easy on you, lamb. I'm going to fuck you hard, baby boy. Going to have you crying on my cock."

Fuck me, the man knew how to sweet-talk a boy.

"Can I come?" I reached down and squeezed my balls tightly, enough to bring tears to my eyes, and my cock was leaking a steady stream of precome. I kept my eyes locked with Callum's. Would he let me come, or would he deny me? The ache of not knowing was nearly as intoxicating as the wank itself.

Callum moved forwards with a predatory grace. His hand encircled my cock as he paid no mind to the water running over him.

"No. You broke the rules and touched yourself without my permission." His hand tightened around my dick, the force of it nearly making me come.

"You said I could have all the orgasms I wanted until you caged me tonight." Okay, so maybe I was purposely ignoring the fact he'd told me not to do exactly this when I was having my shower.

"I did, but I believe that I also said that you weren't to get yourself off without my permission. And I know I told you not to get yourself off when you were in the shower." Cal's grip around my cock grew tighter, his other hand gripping my hip with the same force. "You'll be lucky if I let you come at all tonight, boy. "

I let out a shocked gasp. "Daddy, that would be too mean." I was pretty sure if I didn't get to come tonight, I would probably die—or at least act like I was.

"Would it really, boy? You did deliberately break a rule. Would it be so mean if I didn't let you come tonight?" His voice was so reasonable and calm.

"I'm sorry, Daddy." I looked down at my feet. Daddy had released his hold on my cock, which still stood ramrod straight.

"Hmm. Are you really sorry, or sorry you got caught?" He brushed my hair behind my ears before tipping my chin up so I had to look him in the eye.

He gave me a crooked grin and I couldn't help but giggle and shrug. "A little bit of both?"

"Well, no more playing with it until I say you can. Cheeky boy." Daddy let go of me and turned the taps off before he reached over and grabbed one of the big, fluffy bath sheets and started to dry me quickly. "There will be no coming until I'm inside that sweet little arse. Understand me, Mouse?"

I sighed, feeling my cock twitch against my belly. Daddy's rough tone and the way he was handling me were doing nothing to help the situation.

"It won't go down." I sighed mournfully as I stepped out of the shower and into the towel Daddy was holding out for me. "Can you help me?" I whined morosely against his chest.

"Wait here, and no touching." Daddy kissed the top of my head and moved quickly out of the bathroom, then I heard his footsteps on the stairs .

I glared down at my junk, willing it to behave, but it just looked back at me smugly—and yes, dicks could look smug. I was still glaring at it when Daddy walked in carrying a bag of frozen peas. He wrapped the bag in a hand towel, and for a minute I wondered what he was going to do with it. Then it dawned on me.

Oh god!

Daddy caught my eye and I nodded assent, gritting my teeth as he pressed the cold bag to my dick.

Fuck.

That hurt —and not in a good way. All of my breath left me, and I nearly collapsed when the bag of peas was pulled away. I was fairly certain my balls had taken up residence in my stomach to get away from the cold. "Fuck me, that is fucking cruel. I think you've emotionally scarred my dick."

Cal gave me a flat look and threw the bag of peas into the sink. "Alright, lamb, into the bedroom with you."

"Yes, Sir." I'd already messed up and wasn't keen to do it again. I was desperate for Daddy to fuck me, and I was going to try and be the best boy ever.

The lights in the bedroom were turned down low and the duvet had been pulled back. Did he want me on the bed, or should I kneel and wait for him? I tried to remember what he'd said before I came upstairs and opted for kneeling. It didn't put too much pressure on my back, and it felt comfortable and right to kneel for him.

"Now that is a perfect picture." Daddy's voice was laced with praise as he stepped back into the room. I kept my eyes lowered, eager to prove I could be a good boy just like he wanted .

"Thank you." I looked down at my hands. I'd laid them flat on my thighs with my legs slightly apart, remembering the training I'd done under the Masters at Crimson. I'd not felt the urge or need to use proper form for the last few years, but with Daddy, I wanted to show him how perfect I could be.

"How does your back feel? Honest answer, please."

I shivered under the sound of his voice, the natural dominance that flowed out of him. Submitting to him wasn't the fight I expected it to be. The temptation, though, still stood to tell him I felt fine. I kept my eyes down, looking at the deep scars that covered my thighs from the crash.

"I feel fine." I kept my tone light and hoped he'd believe me. I didn't want him to think I was too sore to fuck. I'd waited so damn long for this moment, and I wasn't going to let my stupid back stop me. Fucking Ziggy. There weren't enough curse words to cover how much I hated that guy, or how much he'd fucked me up.

No, that wasn't all on him. My brain was fucked as it was. He'd just preyed on that weakness.

"Sweet lamb, why don't you try giving me the truth?"

I lifted my eyes slowly, squirming under the intense look he was giving me. "I'm not lying. It only hurts a little bit when I bend or lay back. But I'm okay, Daddy. I want this. I want you ." I needed Cal to lay claim on me, now.

"Hush. I only need to know if you're hurting so I can be careful. Believe me, we can work around your back. I want this as much as you do." Daddy lifted my hand from my thigh to press against his crotch. "Do you feel this, lamb? This is all because of you. Don't take my concern about your injuries as anything but care for you."

I nodded, not knowing what to say, and Cal lifted me to my feet and pulled me against him. The kiss that followed was sweet and tender, and I didn't know it could feel like this. I felt cared for, and sexy, and all the good things that I'd long been denying myself. Sex had been an escape, along with the BDSM. I'd forgotten how good it could feel to let go and trust the man I was with.

"You taste sweet, little lamb. Get on the bed. I want to taste you some more." He led me to the bed, guiding me down onto my front, but not before he kissed me again. Breathless and a little dazed, I lay down on the soft cotton sheets. They were cool beneath me. Soon, Callum was hovering over me, his strong thighs bracketing my hips and his hands resting near my head.

"I don't want you to do anything but feel, lamb." He pressed a soft kiss to the nape of my neck and moved lower. I'd expected—well, I wasn't sure what I'd expected—a quick and rough fuck, maybe. But not this. He was going to break me apart with gentleness and I was helpless to do anything about it. The rough touch of his calloused fingers was juxtaposed with the gentle kisses he pressed against my skin. He avoided the worst of the whip welts, focusing on the skin between, trailing lower. His soft beard tickled, and I let out a shocked giggle when it brushed against the rise of my arse. A gentle nip to the flesh of my arse was followed by a stronger bite that had my cock stirring.

"Push that arse up for me, lamb. Let me see that perfect little hole of yours. "

Gah, the growly way Cal said that had me wanting to rock down on the bed and rut like a teenager. I moved quickly to do what he said, not wanting to make him wait.

Cal's hands were warm against my skin as he spread my cheeks. A moan was torn out of me when I felt the warm, flat press of his tongue against my hole. How long had it been since someone had done this to me? I actually drew a mental blank trying to remember, but those thoughts flew away when Daddy Cal's tongue started lapping at me like he was a tomcat with a saucer of milk. The comparison made me laugh into my arms, and Daddy's breath huffed against my sensitive hole.

"If you're laughing, little Mouse, I must be doing it wrong."

"No, Daddy. If you stop, I'm going to scream." I smiled into the cradle of my arms. I really would scream. To answer my protest, Daddy bit the globe of my arse again, hard. The skin of my arse was already tender from the spanking, and this extra pain just added to the heavy arousal that was building up in me. Then his tongue was back at my hole, pressing insistently, and it was soon joined by a finger, spreading me open and making me ready for his cock.

I was having a battle of wills with my dick as Daddy slid another finger inside of me roughly. The sting and burn as he stretched me open was almost too good. I just wanted Daddy to replace his fingers with his damn cock. I didn't need much prep—I loved the ache that filled me up when I was fucked hard.

Daddy pulled away and I felt the urge to yell, but I held my tongue when I heard the sound of rustling from the bedside table. A bottle of lube and a condom were thrown onto the bed beside me, and Daddy moved to sprawl out on his back.

"Our first time, I want to see your face when I make you come, lamb."

I felt a wave of uncertainty. This wasn't how it went every other time I'd fucked. For the most part I was just a hole, something to use. Even with Ziggy, he'd only ever fucked me from behind. Looking at Daddy while he fucked me, that sounded too intimate. He'd be able to see my face, my eyes, and I wasn't sure I'd be able to hide the depth of my feelings for the guy if he was looking at me while I rode his cock.

"Lamb, come here." It was a gentle command, but a command nonetheless, and impossible for me to deny. I crawled slowly up his body, keeping my eyes lowered, focusing on the miles of dark ink that covered his skin.

"Baby, look at me, please."

My stomach did a stupid fluttery thing as I looked up. Daddy was smiling. His grey eyes were filled with warmth, and something else I was too afraid to hope for.

"There's my pretty boy. I want to watch you get yourself ready for Daddy's cock. Don't rush it. Show me how you like it." He reached over and grabbed the lube, holding it out in front of me. I held out my hand as he poured a generous amount onto my fingers.

The angle was slightly awkward, but I rose up on my knees, and resting my left hand on Daddy's chest, I started to finger myself with two fingers, craving the bite and the burn. I moaned as I quickly pumped my fingers in and out of myself. I wanted Daddy's cock. I wanted to feel the burn and stretch, for those wicked piercings of his to rub inside of me.

It felt like hours, but in reality, only minutes had passed. But my thighs were already trembling as I fingered myself, nearly collapsing when I managed to brush my P-spot.

"Daddy, please. I need your dick now."

"Hmm. Well, you have put on a pretty show for me. Look at you, all sweaty and slick, and those sounds you make." Daddy hummed in approval. Reaching over to grab the condom, he held it out for me.

I didn't need to be told twice. I wiped my fingers on the sheets and hurriedly took the offered condom from Daddy's hand, ripping open the pack and carefully rolling it down his cock. As I ran my hand down his shaft, I could feel each piercing. There were six of them. Oh fuck, they were going to feel amazing rubbing inside of me.

Kneeling up, I straddled his hips, the head of his cock bumping against my rim in sweet torture. I wanted to drive myself down on it, finally feel its weighty girth spreading me open and laying claim to me. So I did it, rocking my hips down. I heard a deep groan. I couldn't tell if it was me or Daddy, I was so overwhelmed by the cock that filled me. I didn't get a moment to catch my breath before Daddy's hands were on my hips, guiding me up and down in a frantic pace. There was no art or finesse to this. It was pure, unadulterated fucking. Each time those wicked piercings rubbed against my sensitive rim I cried out and drove myself back down to feel it deeper inside of me.

Our kisses were messy and uncoordinated and perfect. I chased after his lips while I rode the rush of taking his cock. I could do this forever if he'd let me. My head dropped and I watched the way his hips rose to thrust into me. It felt amazing. My own cock slapped against my belly, untouched and red.

"Can you come like this on my cock, lamb?" Daddy said through gritted teeth. He was so damn sexy like this beneath me.

"I'm not sure. I want to, though." I breathed out a low moan when Daddy pulled out and moved me to my knees. I loved that he had the strength to manhandle me, to move me where he wanted me. From where I was kneeling, I could look straight at the mirror. I could see Daddy behind me. The hunger in his eyes when he looked at me was humbling and frightening.

I was more than just a fuck to him.

"Keep your eyes on the mirror. Look at me. Look as your Daddy claims you."

I let out a sharp cry as he slammed back into me and set a brutal pace. I dropped down onto my arms, taking what Daddy gave me. The brutal hold he had on my hips was going to leave bruises. Each thrust was aimed at my P-spot, and I could feel the way my body responded to his domination, my muscles trying to grip his cock, to milk him with my body. The piercings added a new edge of sensation. They rubbed and bumped in places I'd not expected.

"Daddy, can I please come?" I was amazed I'd managed to string the words together, but I desperately wanted to come—but not without Daddy's permission.

"Yes, lamb. If you can come without using your hands, just with Daddy's cock, you can. "

Oh, hell yes. I was sure as hell going to try. With Daddy slamming into me with perfectly aimed thrusts, it wasn't going to take much.

Daddy shifted his hands under my armpits as he lifted me up and drove deeper into me. I could do nothing but chant his name and beg for this sweet torture to never end. I whimpered and sank deeper onto his cock as he murmured words of praise and adoration. I was falling so hard. Right at the moment my balls tightened, Daddy bit down on the side of my neck and I cried out in sharp surprise. My body responded to the pleasure-pain, and I spilled my load. Starbursts went off in front of my eyes, my body clamping down instinctively on Daddy's cock.

We cried out in unison as he came, thrusting hard inside of me. I wished that we didn't have the barrier of the condom, that I could feel his come inside me. We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, Daddy careful not to land on my injured back. I was too blissed out and come-drunk to care if he did.

I was sweaty and sore and blissfully happy.

Daddy was scratching his nails through my hair and it felt wonderful. I tried to keep my head down, not letting him look too deeply into my eyes. If he did, he'd see how much I loved him. And I didn't think I was ready to admit that yet. I wanted to savour this feeling and the hope it gave me. It was such a raw emotion, fragile and new, and I wanted to treasure it first.

"Jesus, lamb, you need a health warning across that arse of yours. I swear you just rode the life out of me."

I chuckled and pressed myself against Cal's chest, my fingers twirling through the silver hairs that covered it. " I'll take that as a compliment then," I murmured, not wanting to move, happy to just listen to the sound of his breathing.

"Oh, it definitely was, lamb. We'll be doing that again soon. But not just yet. Us old bastards don't quite have the recovery time you do."

I sat up and pinned him with a look. "You're not old, you're perfect, Daddy. And to be honest, my arse is going to need some recovery time. It's been a while."

Cal gently rolled us to our sides, still holding me around my waist. "You do my ego a world of good, lamb. And being your Daddy? Well, fuck, I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing you call me that."

I twined my legs with his and enjoyed the quiet and closeness. Soon one of us would need to get up and get a washcloth, because dried come wasn't one of my favourite things to wake up to, but for now I just wanted to enjoy holding him close. "I was thinking tomorrow, could we just have a day in? Alice will be back in the evening, and I want to enjoy the time together before everything goes back to normal."

Cal brushed his nose against mine, smiling. "Nothing is going back to normal, but I get what you mean. I'll call Simon in the morning and tell him Sunday lunch is off. Speaking of which, you should probably call him. I know he's been worried."

I sighed, feeling a tiny bit guilty. "I should have called him and spoken to Rhys, but with the guilt of what happened at The Pit and then us, well, becoming us, I just didn't feel like a big-brother lecture."

"I get it, Mouse. Still, give him a quick call tomorrow and put poor Rhys out of his misery. I'm sure the poor lad feels like he's done you wrong by telling me where you were." Callum was using his reasonable voice, and I really did need to speak to Rhys.

"I'll call him tomorrow, see if he wants to come up when I watch Benji and Alice. We can make an afternoon of it."