Chapter 22

Twenty-Two

MOUSE

M y skin felt like it was on fire. Every touch felt like he was branding me from within, like he was announcing that I was his. My body ached and hurt in the most amazing ways. Everything was amplified, and I wasn't sure if it was my headspace or the cage, but I fucking loved it.

I didn't have the strength to hold onto Daddy as he drove inside me. The piercings that ran the length of his cock rubbed against my prostate like a wicked toy. My gasps of pleasure were muffled by hungry kisses that consumed and dominated me, and all I could do was give. Let Daddy take from my body, let him hurt me, until I saw the stars.

I lost all sense of time and place, so surrounded by the taste and feel of my Daddy laying claim to me.

I chanted his name and cried out, until I felt the brush of lace and satin against my lips and Daddy's taunting voice against my ear. "Promised you I'd find use for these, pretty boy. Now open wide. "

I couldn't disobey him, not when he used that tone of voice. My panties were shoved into my open mouth, and I swore if I could have come, I would have. It was so wrong, and so good.

I let out a muffled yelp as I was bodily lifted and put on my knees. Daddy thrust back inside me, and I wailed through the damp cloth in my mouth. Each thrust was more brutal, carving out a place inside me for him only.

My body was primed like a champagne cork ready to blow, but the cage was keeping me soft. It didn't stop me from wanting to come though. The need filled my whole body, but it felt like it was in a high place that I couldn't quite reach.

I whined, or tried to. The makeshift gag muffled my sounds. Daddy pulled me back against him until I was almost sitting in his lap. As he drove up into me, one of his hands wrapped around my throat and his fingers tightened—not enough to cut off my air, but the promise was there.

I lay my head back against him. Drops of perspiration fell from his face onto my shoulders. My own body was glowing with sweat as I tried to ride Daddy, take his cock deeper, bring him over the edge with me.

"Let go, little Mouse, give yourself over to me," Daddy whispered in my ear. He called me beautiful, filthy names and promised me pleasure and pain I could only dream of.

So I did. I let go, no longer caring if I orgasmed or not, high on feeling Daddy's body against mine, the heat between us stifling. The sounds we made would make a porn studio proud. My thighs began to ache from the effort, but Daddy just held me tighter, drove into me harder, and I flew.

My body went limp, and I saw the stars, just like he'd promised me.

E verything ached, and I mean everything. My rim felt like the famed Johnny Cash song, and I couldn't explain the delicious pain that ran through my thighs. Daddy moved me around the bed and at one point I felt a warm flannel gently cleaning my stomach and cock. The evil cock cage gone. Was it weird I kind of missed its comforting weight? Probably, but I didn't care. Daddy was looking after me like he'd promised, his large hands moving me towards him in the bed. Soon he was cuddling me like a giant limpet.

"You back with me, lamb?" Daddy sounded worried.

"Kind of. Just floating." I turned around, trying not to make my back ache any worse than it did. I wanted to look into his eyes.

"Was I too much?"

"Daddy, there will never be a time when you're too much. You gave me everything I needed and more. Now make with the cuddles."

Daddy pulled me against his chest, letting out a slow breath as he did.

"I want to give you everything. You make me feel things, Mitchell Johannsen. You make me want to unleash myself, to take and take, and that scares the fuck out of me." There was a vulnerability in Cal's voice I'd never heard before.

Oh, no. Daddy didn't sound good. "Daddy, sit up. It sounds like you need to have some cuddles just as bad as I do."

Daddy complied, sitting up and pushing his pillows up so he had a soft spot to lean against, and pulled me gently into his lap.

"Daddy, you need to talk to me, please. You said communication was the most important thing."

"After you came you fell so deep, lamb. I thought I'd pushed too hard." Daddy thumped his head back against the bedframe with a hollow thunk.

"Okay, Daddy, what's really worrying you?" I placed my hand on his chest, hoping my touch would give him some comfort.

"With other subs and partners, I'm always in control of my emotions. I care for them and want them to experience the best scene they can, but with you, it feels like so much fucking more. I let myself go. I didn't keep myself in control."

I moved my hand on his chest to where I could feel the steady thump-thump of his heartbeat. "Callum." I used his name, trying to pull him out of his thoughts. "You did everything right. You checked in on me, and you gave me everything I needed and so damn much more. But you also need to trust me. Trust in the fact I am a grown adult and will damn well call red if I have to. Neither of us are perfect. We're going to make mistakes, that's just life." I tapped his tattooed chest hard before smiling at him. "I'm not my mum's fine china. I won't break if I'm handled roughly. Don't you get it? I need everything you can give me. Not just the regression or the pain. I want everything ." I moved forwards, resting my head against his, the words I wanted to say on the tip of my tongue. And then, like my mouth was on autopilot, those words just spilled out. "I love you, ya daft bastard. I have done since I was sixteen years old. I don't expect you to say it back, this isn't an all or nothing deal, but I'm done holding shit in. You're it for me, Callum Harris, and you and Alice are stuck with me for good."

Cal smiled then, his eyes creasing in the corners as he looked at me. "I love you too, Mouse. Think I have for a while, just needed a shove to see it."

"You are a brilliant Daddy and Dom, but it doesn't mean you can't be a blockhead from time to time."

"Oi." Daddy scolded me with no real heat.

"I love you, my grouchy Daddy. Now that's out of the way, I want cuddles and some aloe for my arse."

"Love you, little Mouse." Daddy kissed me then, and the world did feel like it slowed down for a minute, as storybook as it sounded. I'd been brave and told him I loved him, and he loved me too. Talk about a turn-up for the books.

"Good. We love each other. Now get with the pampering, I have pillow princess aspirations I wish to achieve and you're slacking in your duties."

"Do you seriously want to go to bed with a freshly spanked bottom?" Cal's eyes twinkled with amusement.

"Don't threaten me with a good time, old man. But no, my bottom is closed for business until tomorrow." I kissed him quickly, before rolling off his lap and onto my front, giving my bum a wiggle. "Aloe me, Daddy."