Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
I wasn’t the most patient of people. Whatever was going on, I wanted it now. Anticipation unraveled in my stomach, spiraling through me in a twisting tornado of want.
When I heard keys in the front door, I smiled.
Urgent and unsteady, I set my phone on the table, hands in my lap, my eyes angled down. I was going to show them how good a boy I could be for them. I would make both Ian and Daddy proud, and maybe…maybe that would help ease the sadness that had been growing inside me. The one I tried to pretend wasn’t there with laughter and playful grins.
I didn’t look up when I heard the door open.
Close.
Footsteps.
Saw two sets of shoes in front of me.
My heart rate ticked up.
“You know your colors?” Ian asked, making a burst of nerves explode low in my belly—the good kind of nerves that made me anticipate even more what was about to happen. It was also very, very different for Ian to be the one asking me that question and not Daddy.
“Yes, Ian.”
Ian’s fingers threaded through my hair then, before he grabbed ahold and tilted my head up to face him.
“Such a pretty, pretty boy we picked out, isn’t he, Ian?” David asked, walking in a slow circle around me.
Picked out?
“Yes. I knew the second I saw him that he was the one we’d want…whether he liked it or not.”
I whimpered, just that easily, fucking whimpered. It was clear we were doing some kind of role-play, something I’d told Daddy I was interested in and he’d promised to make extra dirty, so I was ready for it.
“Yes, I agree,” Daddy added. “He’ll be a perfect toy to serve us. We can use him when we want, ignore him when we don’t, and he won’t have a choice in it. Cost me a pretty penny, though.”
“He’ll want it. Look at him. He’s already hard. He’s dying for us. He’s exactly what we need.” Ian’s eyes met David’s. Daddy nodded, as if to tell him he was doing a good job, that he was saying all the right things. I loved how Ian trusted him now, how he went to Daddy for guidance. “I want to keep him. Fuck him. Own him.”
Those words strengthened my resolve. I just…let go, lost myself to them in the moment and let them lead me.
“What’s your name, boy?” the older one asked.
“Jordy,” I replied. It wasn’t a name I ever used, but then, I wasn’t me in that moment, was I? “Who are you?”
The older one knelt. He was gorgeous, so handsome in such a dignified way, but it couldn’t conceal the filthiness beneath. “I’m the man who bought you today. I’m your owner. You’ll call me Alpha.”
“Yes, Alpha.” I turned to the younger one, who looked about my age. “And what do I call you?”
His eyes flickered to Alpha before he said, “I’m your Master.”
“Yes, Master,” I replied and sank deeper…into this comfortable place where I didn’t have to make any decisions. Where everything was up to Alpha and Master, and I could just be. Where I didn’t have to worry about anything but pleasing them. They owned me and would provide everything I needed as long as I was a good sub for them.
“Stay,” Alpha said.
He and my Master walked away. They went out a side door—to a garage, maybe? They were gone for a few minutes while I sat there, trying to be good for them, concentrating on my breathing. There was a loud clattering noise, and when I looked over, they were bringing a table inside. They also brought in a machine, with a pole, and on the end of it, a really fat dildo. My whole body dissolved into shudders, fear and excitement colliding powerfully inside me.
They carried it over, and Alpha said, “Up, toy. On your hands and knees.”
“Yes, Alpha.” My legs felt almost too weak to use. Still, I pushed through, climbed onto the table. They set the machine up behind me. It looked like you could lower and raise the height, so I wasn’t sure what position they would put me in. The truth was, I didn’t care. I would do what they said because that’s what I was there for. They owned me, and I wanted to be owned by them, because if I belonged to them, they would never return me.
Alpha handed him a bottle of lube. Master wet his fingers, then went straight to my ass and pushed what felt like three fingers inside. I gritted my teeth. I was used to being opened more slowly, so it was a tight fit, but it wasn’t more than I could handle.
“He’s going to be a perfect hole for us,” Master said, fucking and twisting those fingers in me, in that place that made me worthy for them. What was I, if not holes for them to use?