3. Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Rhys

M y soul prepared to leave my body at Liam’s words.

If I’d like that, Daddy? God, yes. Take care of me. Nobody’s done that properly in years, maybe ever.

He still stroked his thumb lightly over my tongue, making me even harder.

How is this so hot?

He hummed, and his bright green eyes crackled with lust.

“Are you tested?”

I nodded.

“Good, so am I. Did you bring lube? Condoms?”

I nodded again.

“Any boundaries I should know about?”

I gulped and shook my head, unable to fucking speak when I usually had the hardest time shutting up. None .

“Edging? Spanking? Tying you up? Fisting? All fine?”

Fucking. Hell. A low whimper tore out of me, and I nodded hurriedly. One of each, please, Daddy.

“What’s your safe word?” He pulled his finger out. I hated it. I wanted it to stay in my mouth. To suckle on it.

“Pineapple,” I mumbled.

“Good boy. Use it when I get too much for you.” He gave me a stern look that made my dick twitch in his grip.

“Yes,” I breathed.

But you won’t be. You are exactly what I need today.

He slipped both of his hands under my light grey cashmere jumper and up to my pecs. All day the soft garment had tormented my sensitive skin, and Liam seemed intent on adding another layer of tension.

He circled around my responsive nipples, running the calloused pads of his thumbs over and around until I was close to begging for release.

Then he stopped suddenly to pull off my jumper, making me whine at the loss of stimulation. Next went my belt and then my slacks. An appreciative hum rumbled in his broad chest when he freed me from the trousers and found my boxers stretched to the breaking point. They already sported a wet spot where I had leaked through the fabric.

Liam’s fingertips ran over the fabric barrier, and I gasped.

Just take it off and make me come already.

His shirt went next.

By the Storm Lord’s spear.

Coarse, dark red hair covered almost every inch of his creamy white skin. It ran down over his bulging pecs and abs, thickening at his navel before disappearing into the tweed slacks that he tented comically.

How big is he?

“Do you like what you see, sweet pup?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I breathed, licking my lips.

“Don’t worry, we’ll give your tongue something to do in a moment.” His silky chuckle went right down into my balls, drawing them tight to my body.

“You know, I’m disappointed you’re not wearing a kilt,” I quipped, trying to win back a bit of control over the situation.

Liam said nothing. Smirking at me, he dropped his hands to his belt and unbuckled it. I’d never fully appreciated how damn hot that movement was.

The leather hissed softly when he pulled the belt free. My eyes followed his hand as he dropped it on the bed.

Tying you up , he’d said.

I gasped when I looked back around and found him stepping out of his trousers, buck naked.

I should have watched Brownie porn at some point to prepare myself for this monster. Why has no one ever mentioned how massive Brownies are?

They said my kind was beautiful, but Liam had an earthy, gritty kind of beauty I’d never seen before. I ogled the thick thighs, furred as well, and strong calves.eck, I even found his feet pretty.

And his cock… it was almost as long as my forearm, thick and curving, with a ridge spiralling up the length of it.

“This would have been much harder to conceal in a kilt.” He gave me an amused smile. “Especially with what you do to me, Rhys.”

I gulped. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right. I think I should take a shower. I haven’t been back to my room since this morning.”

He hummed, sounding more like a bear who’d just come across a scrumptious piece of honey.

Well, that’s not too far off .

“Oh, no, sweet pup. I want to smell you. The more intense, the better.”

I shuddered at the thought. Nobody had ever wanted that. But I…loved that he didn’t want me to obliterate the evidence of my day's labour but craved them.

“Okay,” I whispered.

“Lie back on the bed.” He tilted his head, watching me intently as I clambered up.

“On your back. That’s it. Show me that pretty cock of yours.” He hummed again, then came closer, trailing his fingertips over my skin. “Look at how gorgeous you are.”

The bed dipped when he knelt on it. My eyes were glued to his length, and I wet my lips as I waited for him to look his fill.

Liam straddled my waist, his nuts resting on my stomach and furred skin rubbing on my body.

“I want to come on your beautiful face, pup. Would you like that?”

“God, yes,” I whimpered. “Yes, Daddy, please come on my face.”

“Such a good boy for me, Rhys,sing your words. Well done.” He leaned down and softly kissed my cheek.

I shook under him already. My dick was so hard it throbbed and twitched against my skin.

Liam moved further up my body, fisted his cock and brought it to my lips. “Open.”