It didn’t come.
He kept caressing me lovingly. My cock was leaking down onto the bedsheets, but he didn’t touch it. All he did was rub the soft skin of my ass.
“What are you doing?” I asked, voice breathy.
“Whatever I want. Isn’t this what you wanted, love? You wanted me to dom you? I know you’re aching and waiting for the spanking, so it doesn’t make sense for me to give it to you right away.”
I whined, wiggling my ass. “I wanted you to make me come and fuck me.”
“And you called me Daddy, which you knew would put me in the dominant mindset.”
He had me on that one. It wouldn’t be Shan without a bit of denial. At least I knew he wouldn’t deny me my orgasm this time. Falling silent, I let him continue to play with me. Occasionally he’d brush his knuckles along my balls or blow a hot breath against my hole, but by the time the first smack came I wasn’t expecting it.
Yelping, my hips jerked forward in surprise. He grabbed me and pulled me back up. “Keep them up here, love. Be a good boy for Daddy.”
I moaned something unintelligible, and he chuckled. His hands explored me again, taking so long I was in the same predicament as the first time. Not expecting the smack. I kept myself still that time. Shan did it repeatedly, the intervals between smacks getting smaller every time. By the time he wasn’t stopping between spanks anymore, I was breathing heavily with my face pressed into the pillow, ass up.
One stroke of his slick hand on my cock and I was coming all over the blankets, muffling my shouts into the fabric.
It took me a second to register that his hand was slick, because I hadn’t noticed him reaching for lube. His finger pressed against my hole as he used his free hand to continue abusing my one ass cheek. I opened right up for him, lax from the orgasm. “You take everything I give you,” Shan murmured, pressing his lips to the reddened skin he’d finally stopped spanking. “How could I live without this?”
My moan into the pillow sounded vaguely like ‘I love you’ but my mouth wouldn’t be forming full words again until he’d filled me up with his cum.
“I’d be nothing without you,” Shan said, a second finger penetrating me. “You ground me. Being like this… I feel in control of something again. In control of myself. Freya throws me off balance, and you bring me back.”
A third finger stretched me out, and I pushed back against his hand to fuck myself on them. He continued to whisper every word I’d ever wanted to hear until he removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock. “Fuck, Daddy, please,” I gasped out, fighting against his grip on my hips that stopped me from impaling myself.
“I love you, Cas,” he said. “I’m a fucking asshole, but I love you.”
“Fuck me,” I begged. “I love you, Shan, fuck me.”
“I’m trying to be sweet here,” he said, chuckling.
“Sweet later.”
“You’re so desperate you’re hardly making any sense.”
Before I could say something else that didn’t make sense, his cock slid into me and filled me slowly, inch by inch until he was sheathed to the base. My cock twitched and he reached around to grab it, stroking twice. I let out a choked moan as his swivelled his hips, pressing against my prostate in a way that had me coming. Again. “Good boy,” he purred, hand milking me through it. “I love it when you come right after I enter you.”
He wasn’t usually this obsessed with my release — when he wasn’t denying me completely, he often limited me to one. Making me come four times was more of an Emmett move, but I sure as fuck wouldn’t complain. I’d come for Daddy as many times as he wanted me to.
Releasing my cock, he braced both hands on my hips and pulled out before driving back into me. “Fuck yes,” I whimpered, hands grabbing at the pillows and blankets to find grip. I was about to get the pounding I wanted, and I didn’t want to be sliding all over the place.
“Tell me how much you like it.”
“I love your cock, Daddy,” I said, babbling. “So good. So big. Fuck me, please. Harder.”
Shan didn’t deny me anymore. His grip bit into me, filled with carnal desire and bruising my skin as he pounded my ass. I couldn’t tell which way was up by the time he manhandled me onto my back, pushing right back inside. Throwing his head back, he groaned and I wanted to surge up and suck hickeys onto the tan column of his neck. “I want to look in your eyes while I come in you,” he grunted. “Your ass is so good, Cas. So fucking tight for me. I love it. I love you. Jerk your cock so you come again for me, love.”
My hand was on my cock so fast I was surprised I didn’t pull a muscle. Friction brought me to the edge dangerously fast, especially with my legs hitched over Shan’s shoulders and every thrust hitting deep. “Shan,” I whimpered. “Kiss me.”
He dropped my legs and I wrapped them around his waist, trying to meet his thrusts. Our lips connected and it was all it took for me to come, seed spilling over my hand and onto my chest. Shan’s thrusts stuttered and stopped, his magic filling me at the same moment as his cum. As promised, he moved back from the kiss just enough to look me in the eye. “Mine,” he murmured softly, slumping down to nuzzle against my neck. “I want my mark on you. Fuck, I want your mark on me. I know it’s not something that’s done, but you’re mine and I want the whole gods damned world to know it. I’m not fucking satisfied with leaving hickeys on you that disappear within minutes.”
Breath hitching, I brushed my nose against the crook of his neck. “You’re just saying that because you came. Orgasmic afterglow.”
“Fuck orgasmic afterglow. I’ve already called you my mate. I want it to be official.”
The voice inside of me that never shut up told me not to trust him. It told me he was trying to be nice. He’d never want me long term. Definitely not for life, which was what a mating mark meant, whether it was between an Alpha and an Omega, or two Alphas, or any other combination of people.
