“What happens if I don’t?” I asked.
“Nothing.”
“Aren’t you going to punish me, Daddy?”
He groaned, closing his eyes. “Fuck, Cas don’t call me that when I’m not allowed to fuck you. I don’t know how Freya figured out how much I would like that, but it’s a direct line to my dick and I love hearing it out of your mouth.”
My idea to deny us sex was fading more with every second. Shan and I, weweresex. Saying it that way made our relationship sound shallow, but it wasn’t. We communicated through our bodies and the personas we wore in the bedroom. Maybe fucking was the best way to talk it out? It had worked for Shan and Freya last night.
Without having fully decided, I pushed through his grip on me to grind against his crotch again. Choked sound ripping from his throat, Shan grabbed my hips and pushed me away. “Cas, don’t torture me. Self-control isn’t my greatest strength at this point in my life.”
Self-control used to be his calling card. I flashed back to the blowjob I’d given him in the company car on the way back to the hotel, shortly after meeting Freya. He’d shown so much restraint. Being around her had broken that down piece by piece until he’d massacred a house full of people and couldn’t resist my ass.
I pushed back against his hands and he released me to grind against his cock. Coaxing moans and grunts out of him with the movements of my hips, I waited for him to take control and flip me like he usually would.
He didn’t.
I’d been rubbing against him for so long my cock was leaking and he had to be on the verge of an orgasm from the friction. His hands were fisted in his hair and pulling harshly, eyes closed and jaw set in concentration. He’d pulled every vestige of self-control to listen to what I’d said I wanted. “Daddy,” I whispered. His length jerked against my ass. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Angels above, Cas, no! You said we wouldn’t do that.”
“Changed my mind. Open your eyes.”
He shook his head and I leaned forward to kiss him. Shan responded by dominating the kiss as he always did, shoving his tongue into my mouth and swallowing my groans. No part of him moved except his arm, releasing one hand from his hair to wind through mine instead. A few minutes later I pulled back from the kiss, and he opened his eyes.
Groaning, he flipped us so I was on my back on the bed, his larger form between my legs. “I was trying to prove I could listen to you and let you make your own choices,” he grunted. “You’re making it way too fucking difficult.”
“This is my choice. I want your cock in me.”
“It wasn’t your choice ten minutes ago.”
“Like I said, I changed my mind. We communicate with sex, so maybe if you fuck me I’ll be able to forgive you and you’ll be able to forgive me.”
He stroked his fingers down my bare chest with a sigh, and I arched into the touch. “Love, I don’t think that’s how it works. I have to apologize properly.”
“Apologize by making me come, Daddy,” I murmured, pressing my palm against the bulge in his boxer briefs. “I like that you show me how much you love me by fucking me senseless. Especially now I know it’s love.”
Smacking my hand away from his cock, Shan sucked in a breath. “Don’t touch me, Cas. You’ll make me come before we’ve even gotten started.”
For a second my heart dropped but when he finished, I grinned widely. Then I touched him again, pushing his underwear down his thighs. The groan he let out made my hole clench in anticipation. “I want you to come. It’s kind of nice seeing you loose control for once. Come on me and then punish me for disobeying you. Please, Daddy?”
I was laying it on thick, but he loved it. His length jerked in my grip as I stroked him, and seconds later cum covered my hand and dripped down onto my stomach. Energy washed over me, infusing me with magic, but I held back my release. His orgasm felt weak, convincing me he had another one in him. After he punished me, obviously. I was desperate for the sting of his hand smacking across my ass.
“Fuck, Cas. You little brat,” he hissed.
Dropping so our mouths were an inch apart, he pressed a soft kiss to my lips. Then he transformed into the dominant Shan I’d been trying to pull out. “Clean up your hand. Now.”
Releasing his softening cock, I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked them clean. He always tasted delicious. I savoured tasting him because, as weird as it was, I loved having a part of him in me.
“Good boy. Daddy still has to punish you for being a brat, though. I told you not to make me come.”
“I’m sorry.”
I wasn’t. The apology was a lie and we both knew it. Shan smirked down at me. “Turn over, ass in the air.”
It wasn’t an exaggeration to say I scrambled to obey. With anyone else, I might have been embarrassed. With Shan, I aimed to please. When I was on my hands and knees, his fingers snagged the waistband of the boxers I’d worn to bed and pulled them off me, tossing them onto the ground.
His warm hands stroked against my ass cheeks, and I braced myself for the impact of the first smack.
