Chapter 10

Chapter Ten

Damon

It felt insane to ask for more, knowing what I'd done to Sabrina, knowing Fin's promise to do the same to me, knowing I could have been done.

But somehow, I needed him to do those things to me. To keep the promise of doing exactly what I'd done to her to me. It would hurt, I knew that; I wasn't stupid enough to romanticize the pain this time. It would suck, and it would be humiliating. But it would also replace memories that felt like they'd been burned into my brain forever. And I needed that. I'd thought that doing the same things to Sabrina would be enough to replace the memories, but doing things and having them done to you are not the same.

Hurting Sabrina like that hadn't actually made me feel any better. If anything, it had made the shame burn hotter, made the memories more suffocating. Made me hate myself more than I already did.

If that had been all that happened, I had no doubt, I wouldn't have made it through the day-by choice.

But then Fin had entered the picture, and everything had changed. When Fin forced himself into me, it felt like my lungs opened up, breathing fresh air for the first time in years. When he stuck the bottle up inside me, when he fucked my asshole with it, all I could see, all I could think of, all I could feel, was him. I'd spent years pretending it was him, so this time, the fact that it really was healed me somehow.

It wasn't why I'd come here, but now I wanted to see how much more healing I could do.

I stared at Fin, my eyes glassy and tired from holding back tears, and willed him to read my mind the way he had been all day. Do more. My wrists ached with a need to be restrained. My mouth craved the feel of tape stretched across my lips. My ass clenched and unclenched, wondering how many fingers, how much of his fist he'd be able to get inside my tight hole. And more than all of that, I craved the feel of his cock in my mouth. I wanted to choke on his length. Wanted him to mercilessly fuck my face until he was sure I'd learned my lesson.

I wanted those things more than I wanted my next breath. In place of it even. Today had been… everything. But also, at the same time, not nearly enough.

If they were done with me, I wouldn't blame them. Of course I wouldn't. I'd blame myself.

If they were done with me, really truly done… I wasn't sure I'd be able to go on living. I hated everything about the way that sounded. Self-serving, manipulative, whiny, entitled. But it was just true. To have them back, even for an afternoon, even for a few moments, only to have them snatched from me again… It would be more than I could bear.

Fin's gaze met mine. He seemed to be staring into my soul. Scrutinizing my very existence. Finally, he chewed his lower lip, tore his eyes from my face, and looked at Sabrina.

"What else did he do?"

Her eyes went wide with fear, and she gave a slight shake of her head, as if she were afraid to tell him. As if she couldn't bear the thought of him reciprocating. As if it would hurt her as much as it would me.

I met her gaze and nodded.

She swallowed hard. Her throat constricting was visible from where I sat. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips, and finally, she opened her mouth.

"Well, uh… he tied me up. And taped my mouth. And um… he forced me to suck his cock."

"Good." Fin nodded encouragingly, and then his voice hardened. "What else?"

Sabrina didn't speak-wouldn't say anything else. So I did.

"I shoved my whole fist inside her, and fucked her with it. I tore up her sweet little pussy and made her cry from the pain and humiliation of it."

"I see." Fin's tone was clipped, full of censure. His gaze raked over Sabrina, as if ensuring she was really okay.

She met it head on and forced a smile. He stared her down for a few moments, and finally after what felt like an eternity, Daddy's attention was back on me.

"Get on the bed," he growled. "Flat on your back, arms above your head."

He didn't have to tell me twice. I rushed to obey. My cock was rock-hard, despite everything, and when Fin straddled my body, zip ties in one hand, it brushed against the taut skin of his belly.

He reached up, grabbed my wrist and secured it to the bedpost, just as I had Sabrina's. Then the other wrist got the same treatment. The plastic cord dug into my skin, but I welcomed the pain, relished the discomfort. Wanted him to keep his promise. To do to me exactly as I'd done to her.

Fin reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the roll of duct tape, but didn't immediately tear off a piece. Instead, he leaned back and stared deeply into my eyes. "You good, babyboy?"

"Yes, Daddy."

The words were barely past my lips when he nodded, scooted up, until he was straddling my neck instead of my hips, and wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, guiding it between my lips.

"Suck Daddy's cock, babyboy. Take the whole thing, like the naughty boy you are. I want you to suck it like your life depends on it. Like it's your next meal. Like you're stuck in a desert and it's a bottle of water, the only one you'll get. Understand me?"

Relief stabbed through me, pushing at every pressure point, washing over me in gulping waves. Even after all this time, Fin seemed to always know what to say, what I wanted to hear. How to give me what I needed.

"Yes, Daddy." My voice sounded pathetically eager around his cock. I didn't even care.

I did exactly as I was told, sucking with gusto, taking every inch of him down my throat, not caring when his cockhead butted against my uvula and I gagged on his length. Not caring when I sputtered and gasped for air. The only thing I cared about was Daddy's punishing cock fucking my face, his pleasure, my redemption.

I kept my eyes on Fin's, when I wasn't squeezing them shut to block tears that were threatening to fall. It wasn't from pain or humiliation, or anger or even sadness. Just from exhaustion and an overwhelm of emotion I hadn't been expecting.

Fin always had eyes on me, his tender gaze searching my face every moment, making sure I was good. Making sure it wasn't too much, he wasn't pushing me too far.

Every few minutes, he would stroke my face, running his smooth palm across my cheekbone, and ask, "You good, babyboy?"

I would always nod and just suck harder, take him deeper, lick more passionately, really give it my all.

And Fin was just taking whatever I gave. He wasn't forcing himself deeper or thrusting harder. He was just letting me give to him.

And give I did.

Until finally, his body tensed, his spine went rigid. He exhaled a shuddering moan. He leaned forward, pushing himself deeper. I wasn't prepared for it. I coughed and sputtered around him, took a moment to recover, and cleared my airway just seconds before it filled with his hot, salty cum as the ropes of it filled my mouth and shot down my throat.

"Good boy," he groaned, stroking my cheek again.

Good boy. Fuck. I hadn't heard that in far too long. I'd long forgotten how good it felt. How much I wanted it. How much I needed it.

How it filled me up.

Letting my eyes fall closed, I curled into his touch as his cock softened in my mouth and he finally pulled himself out from between my lips. I swallowed several times, making sure that every last drop of his cum found a home in my belly.

Yes. I am Daddy's good boy.

Fin collapsed on top of me, his chest pressed against mine, our heartbeats syncing. His cock dangled between my thighs, and his arms wrapped around my body.

God, I'd missed him. I laid there savoring every touch, every sensation, every shared rhythm, my brain playing back our scenes from today on a loop. I finally felt like I could breathe.

And just when I thought that I'd gotten everything I came here for and more, just when I'd been lulled into a false sense of security, Fin eased himself back into an upright position, straddling my legs, and reached for the duct tape and zip ties.

Without a word, he scootched down my body and turned, then secured my feet to the footboard, something I hadn't done to Sabrina. Turning to face me once more, he ripped off a six-inch strip and leaned over to tape my mouth.

And then, when I couldn't move, couldn't escape, and couldn't scream, he positioned himself between my legs and held up one hand, balled into a fist.

"Guess what time it is, babyboy?"