Chapter 11

Haley

I’d live my whole wretched life all over again if Cole’s the prize at the finish line. Everything in here smells like him. The hoodie I’ve kept all these years lost his scent long ago, and the couple of times I’ve been with him over the past week were in public spaces where fragrances mixed.

Here? In his condo? It’s all him.

A million memories cyclone around me. All of them are so amazing they make my heart squeeze.

Cole carries me over to his bed again as if I weigh nothing. His arms are bigger now. His sexuality’s intensified too. I hope I can handle his level of heat.

Holy shit, what the hell did he do with his fingers inside me earlier? Laughter bursts out of me.

“What’s so funny, Angel?”

“I’m just thinking how you always bragged about your magic fingers.” I wink. “Gotta say, your magic powers have leveled up.”

“That’s not all that’s leveled up.” He reaches under his bed to pull out a box. “Not to be presumptuous but I went ahead and got us some fun toys.”

Oh my God. He went all out. But one thing in the box isn’t new, and it’s what makes me wet most.

I pull out the paddle that’s got Daddy’s Angel engraved in it. “You kept this?”

“Of course.”

He says it like he knew I’d come back to him one day and we’d need it.

I dig through the box and pluck out a blindfold. I twirl it playfully around my finger and pull out a ball gag. “Is this for me or you?”

“Whoever wants it more.”

I point out a stainless-steel butt plug. “What about that?”

“All you, Angel.” Cole maneuvers me onto his lap and guides my head down to the mattress so I’m over his knee. “Cover your eyes for Daddy.”

My heart leaps into my throat. Slipping the black satin blindfold on, I’m thrown back to the first time we did this. It was exciting and scary. Addictive.

Cole’s big hand runs along my ass and my pussy clenches.

Thwack!

Pain radiates out from my butt cheek.

Thwack!

I can barely breathe.

“How’s that feel?”

“G-g-good.”

“Good what?” Thwack!

“Good, Daddy.” The burn feels amazing, but the next hit makes me yip.

“My Angel’s ass is redder than a cherry.” He rubs his hand over my backside. “Just how I like it.” He dips his hand between my thighs. “Fucking soaked.” He shoves his finger in my pussy, twisting it until I moan. I have no clue what he’s hitting in there, but it’s phenomenal. “Spread your ass for me.”

Precariously balanced on his lap, I reach back and do as he says.

“That’s my good girl.” He spits on my tight hole and circles his finger around it. I melt into his lap. “So fucking tight everywhere,” he groans, sinking his finger in my ass. “What a needy little thing you are. No one’s fucked these holes in so long.”

I’m too stupefied to talk.

“You want Daddy to fill them, don’t you?”

I nod.

Thwack! He spanks me with his hand and grabs my ass cheek hard, jiggling it. “Use your words.”

“Y-yes.” I swallow the saliva building in my mouth. “Please, Daddy.”

Cole pulls out and lowers me onto the floor. “Stay on your knees.” I hear him walk away and water runs in another room. Then I hear him go further away, like he’s in the kitchen or something. I don’t have a clue. I’ll just wait here, blindfolded, like his good girl, until he comes back.

Footsteps sound behind me a few minutes later, but he doesn’t touch me. There’s a lot of rustling and plastic scrunching. Blood rushes to my ears because anticipation is pumping adrenaline through my system.

“Do you trust me?” he asks against my ear. His voice sounds a little muffled.

I think my hearing’s getting wonky. “Yes.”

“Will you let me collar you?”

My body melts more. “Absolutely.”

“Can I fuck you?”

“If you don’t, I’ll scream.” I’m desperate for him.

“Angel, you’re going to scream no matter what.”

My pussy clenches.

“What’s off limits?”

“Nothing,” I say. “You can do anything you want.” I won’t tell him no. I loved everything we used to do, and that hasn’t changed. “Make me your fucktoy.”

“Fuck, Angel. You have no idea what you’re tempting me with.”

Yes, I do. “If I can’t handle you, I’ll say mocha.”

Something thick wraps around my neck and then Cole’s fastening the buckle. “Too tight?”

I swallow and move my head around. “No. It’s good.”

He hooks what I assume is a leash to me next. Then he slowly lifts the blindfold off my head.

Oh. My. God.

Cole’s wearing a skull mask that covers his mouth, head, and neck, leaving only his eyes for me to see. He lifts it up just enough to show off his sharp jaw line and smiles. “Ready to play with me?”

Hells yes, I am.

Who is this man? I mean, me and Cole did fun shit before, but this is wayyyyy hotter.

He grabs the leash and tugs it. “Crawl.”

I happily do as he orders. It’s degrading and fun. Precious and sexy. It makes me feel super vulnerable and strange.

It also makes me feel powerful and confident.

Cole wants me. His hard dick says so. And the way he carefully moves around his bedroom, pulling my goddamn leash, I know he’s testing the waters with me. “Such a good girl.” I can hear the smile in his tone. “Maybe you needed a short leash all along. That way, you couldn’t run from me back then.”

He tugs, forcing me to stand. Then he slowly winds the leash around his hand to reel me in. “Would you like that, Angel? To be leashed for me?”

My mouth runs dry.

“You want me to come home to you every night, fuck your needy pussy until it’s dripping with my cum, take every hole you have and make you beg for this cock?”

Yes. Yes. Double yes.

“You want me on my knees for you, Angel?” He drops down and tips his head back to look at me. I wish he didn’t have the mask on so I could read his expression. But maybe it’s easier for him to say this if he’s hidden. “Want me to wreck your body every day and put you back together, piece by piece, just so I can fuck you apart again?”

I swallow hard.

He pulls the leash, tugging me down to him. “You’re mine now.”

Cole runs his hand between my tits and slaps one of them. I barely feel it. I’m so strung out on his words and the way we’re acting with each other; I think he’ll have to hit me harder to make it penetrate. I blindly reach for the paddle that I know is somewhere on the floor. My hand closes around the handle and I silently hand it over.

He tips his head to the side but doesn’t say a fucking word.

“You want to own me?”

His gaze narrows.

“Then fuck me like you own me, Cole.” I shove the paddle into his chest. “And brand me, so neither of us forget who I belong to.”

Every muscle I can see on him tenses and flexes. “Turn around.”

Oh boy. This is going to hurt.

I can’t wait.

Spinning around slowly, I push my ass out and look over my shoulder. “Spanking’s the only way I learn, Daddy.”

He’s frozen in place, staring at me. Then I swear I hear him whisper, “Fuck,” under his breath.

Satisfied with my delivery, I face forward and reach between my legs. “Spank me while I cum.”

He might have me on the leash, but I’m the one in control. Rubbing my clit, I should be ashamed of how wet and swollen I am. My fingers are slippery from my arousal. I play with my clit, anticipating the first strike, getting more and more worked up about it.

Cole’s hot hand is velvet on my ass as he rubs my cheeks.

Thwack!

The sudden sting makes me pitch forward.

“Again,” I pant, rubbing my clit harder.

Thwack!

Holy shit, that feels so good.

“Again,” I say, my voice cracking.

Thwack!

I see stars.

An orgasm builds and my lower half feels heavy with need. “Again. Please.” I look over my shoulder at him. “Please.”

Cole could give Adonis a run for his money. The hard planes of his torso, the veins in his forearms, his sheer size—holy shit, when he finally fucks me, I’m going to blow apart.

He jerks the leash. “Turn around and face the wall.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I brace for impact, counting the seconds as he makes me wait for my reward. But the paddle doesn’t come down again. There’s a muffled rustling noise, and the collar tightens around my throat as he uses both hands for something.

Then Cole nudges my legs apart and presses his cock at my entrance.

“Ready for me, Angel?”

I hope so. He’s hung like a horse.

The first couple of inches stretch me out. He works his way in slowly, giving me time to adjust.

“That’s it. You’re doing so good for me.” Cole runs his hand along my sore ass cheeks, pushing in and out of me a little at a time until he’s fully seated. “Holy shit, you’re so fucking tight, Haley.”

I swallow hard. Saying my real name right now makes me feel more vulnerable than anything else we’ve done so far.

“Fuck me,” I beg. If he doesn’t start moving, I’m going to scream. “Please fuck me.”

Cole pulls my leash, making me tip my head back. “You look so beautiful with my cock inside you, Angel.”

A tear falls from the corner of my eye, and I honestly have no clue if it’s because I’m overwhelmed, just right, breaking apart, or something else. All I know is, this feels so good I don’t want it to ever stop.

“I fuck myself with memories of you every night,” I confess. “Your touch, your voice, your smell, your hands on me… your dick inside me.” He grips my ass and shoves into me harder, making me gasp. “This is so much better than that.”

Our bodies slap together. He fucks me until I can’t catch my breath. Sweat breaks out down my spine. My cheeks tingle. “Harder, Daddy.”

Cole slams into me faster. Deeper. I almost can’t take it.

A groan rumbles out of him, and I look over to our left at a floor-length mirror to watch us. The collar on my neck, the leash around his hand, the way he towers over me, how his muscles flex, the jiggle of my ass and thighs, the sway in my tits when I pitch forward and rock back. We’re insanely hot together.

Cole rips his mask off and tips his head back, squeezing his eyes shut as he picks up the pace.

Watching him come undone in our reflection kicks me right over the edge. My pussy pulses around his cock and he lets out a roar that rattles my motherfucking bones. I feel every twitch of his big dick inside me. He holds my hips, shoving himself as deep as he can get. The pain is delicious.

Once he pulls out, Cole climbs to his feet and looks down at me. It’s like everything we’ve just done catches up with me all at the same time. My pussy’s sore. My ass burns. My knees hurt.

“I’ve got you.” He gently picks me up. My leash drags on the floor behind us as Cole carries me into the bathroom and lowers me to my feet. “Can you stand?”

I nod. My brain’s taking forever to catch up with the rest of me.

He unlatches the leash and unbuckles my collar. Cool air hits my neck, offering sweet relief. I didn’t realize how tight it was before. It kept me secure while the rest of me kind of checked out.

Cole runs a hot shower and finally pulls his condom off, tossing it in the trash. “Come on, Angel.” He ushers me inside the shower.

We’re quiet for a while. I’m so exhausted, I can barely keep my eyes open.

Cole tips my chin. “You okay?”

“Yes.”

“You sure?”

I’m suddenly exhausted. “That was amazing.”

He grabs the soap and a fresh washcloth. “You don’t mind how rough I was with you?” He gently scrubs my shoulders first.

“Not at all.” I lean back against the wall and let him take care of me. “You definitely leveled up your dick game, buddy. Or my memories have weakened. I’m not even sure which. I swear you just fucked the last brain cell out of my head.”

He laughs, rinsing me off. “Can I wash your hair for you?”

God, yes.“Please.”

He dumps a ton of shampoo in his hand and massages my scalp. “Did you like being my fucktoy, Haley?”

“Yes.” I stand up and let the water pour over my head while Cole rinses my hair out. “I really love the collar and leash.”

“Good.” He runs his hands down my body and twists my nipples. “Because you’re going to be in them a lot more from now on.”