Their Boy (The Game 2)

“Fuck,” he said, letting out a heavy breath. “Look at your beautiful cock, darling.”

I unburied myself from the crook of his neck and looked down between us. “I’m getting hard again, Daddy. That means I like it when you’re in my bottom, right?”

“That’s exactly what it means.” He smiled and kissed me softly. “You’re a smart boy, aren’t you?”

I blushed and shrugged, and I looked down again. He stroked me from base to tip and swiped his thumb over the slit, and it made me shudder.

I wanted more.

Taking it oh, so carefully, I shifted back a few inches and drew in a sharp breath. Oh, fucking hell. Both pain and pleasure exploded inside me, and I pushed forward again. Then again and again and again. It hurt so goddamn much, yet I couldn’t stop chasing the intense rush of euphoria.

“Perfect,” Daddy muttered breathlessly. “Just like that. Fuck—you feel so good.”

“Daddy, I can’t stop,” I gasped, going faster and faster. “Owww.”

“Don’t stop. I’m getting close.”

Despite the burning hurt, I rode my Daddy’s cock for all I was worth, scratching an itch that demanded more and more. With my hands behind me, planted firmly on his thighs, I slid back and forward as quickly as I could and let my head fall back.

Daddy cursed through a moan, one of his hands roaming my chest while the other stroked me off.

“Come, darling. Let me see you come all over us.”

I cried out, unable to hold back, and felt the orgasm roll in heavily. It swept me away in crushing waves, and it made Daddy come too. He grunted and pushed me down on him as he let go. Oh God. I felt him inside me, impossibly thick and pulsing, filling my little hole with his release.

Holy smokes, I was going to need a nap.* * *No, no, why did he roll me over? I’d finally found a position that didn’t kill me.

“Oww, Daddy…” I hugged my pillow tighter, burying my face in it.

“I’m sorry, baby, but I gotta make sure I didn’t tear anythin’.” Colt pulled down my bottoms and carefully spread my butt cheeks. “Hmm. Definitely red, but I don’t think you’ll be out of commission very long.” He brushed a finger over my sensitive butt, and I tried not to squirm. “Gimme that lotion on the nightstand, will ya, darlin’?”

I assumed Lucas handed him the lotion.

“This will make you feel better, I promise,” Colt murmured.

I lay absolutely still as he opened the bottle.

There was nothing positive to say about this type of physical pain, but even so…how he’d made me feel earlier when he came back from work… I had no words. Lucas and I had sent him that very lengthy video of our playtime in the bath, and Colt had come home on a mission. He’d barely spoken a word. He’d grabbed me, manhandled me into position, on the damn floor, and taken me right there in the hallway. My left cheek had rug burns.

“Your cheek is gonna be the color of your safeword by the time I’m done with you, boy.”

He hadn’t been lying.

I’d never felt so utterly helpless, objectified, little, and desired. My Daddy’d had to have me, so he’d taken me. Simple as that.

I owned that part of him. The part that couldn’t control his need for me.

It just happened to come with a price. Immense pain in my butt!

“Guh!” I stiffened as icy cold liquid was spread across my opening.

Colt chuckled quietly. “Relax. It’s a cooling gel.”

“Yeah, but a heads-up would’ve been nice,” I groaned.

“Where’s the fun in that?”

Sadist.

I grumbled into the pillow. Now that I knew what was happening, I could melt into the mattress and admit that it did feel good. In slow, gentle motions, Colt smeared the cold gel around my entrance. Then he wriggled his pinky inside to get some cream there too. Or, at least, I hoped that was why he did it.

“There. All done. We’ll leave the shorts down, though. You have the cutest little ass.” Colt landed next to me, and I lifted my head from the pillow to see him placing a hand behind his head. He was enjoying himself, that was for sure. “What a day. I got to see the hottest video ever created, Luke took a bath with his clothes on, and Kit got ass-fucked twice and left a come stain on the floor in the hallway.”

I blushed furiously and shot him a weak scowl.

He grinned and touched my cheek. “Adorable.”

I huffed.

On the other side of me, Lucas gave up on reading his book and scooted closer to me. The Sadist antidote that he was, he drew his fingers over my back, raising goose bumps in his wake. I purred in pleasure and rested my unscathed cheek on the pillow.

“Lift up a bit, dear.” Lucas tried to slip his hand underneath me, so I rose up cautiously. He just wanted to touch my cock, and I liked having it snuggled in his hand. “There is a way to make this day even better.”