Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
He was coughing the other day after coming back from a short trip to his dad’s firm in the States. And, yeah, he’s been using the glasses more—not that I’m complaining—but this is the first time I’ve seen him like this.
Well, aside from that one time when his moms were here.
“I’ll go buy you some meds,” I say, starting to get up, but his fingers tighten around mine.
“Don’t…go…”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I murmur, stroking his hand again. Weirdly, it feels natural, like I should be doing it more often. “You’ll never get rid of me, Kayde. Remember?”
He doesn’t reply, but his grip relaxes, and I peel his hand away, then I place a cool, wet rag on his forehead.
After telling Moka to hold down the fort, I drive to a night pharmacy and come back with a bag full of meds—and some English porridge.
When I return, Kayden’s still burning up, and Moka’s curled by his head, purring away.
“You feel bad for him, too?” I scratch under her chin before focusing on him.
He’s so out of it, I have to sit him up and carefully pour the medicine into his mouth. Then, noticing the drenched sheets, I wrestle his ridiculously huge body to lay a clean blanket underneath and swap out the duvet.
I wipe him down to cool him off, which would be easier if his cock didn’t thicken beneath my touch.
Seriously? Sick and a tease?
It takes all my self-control to cover him up and stop looking.
Finally, I lie beside him, keeping an eye on his fever throughout the night, with Moka offering her emotional support in the form of soothing purrs.
At some point, I must fall asleep, because I wake up to something hard pressing against my ass and heavy arms wrapped snugly around my waist.
My own cock swells against my shorts, and I groan when his crown presses against the thin fabric and slips between the crack of my ass.
Let’s just say I’m not wearing anything beneath the shorts—his influence. No shirt either. Again, thanks to him. He’s always walking around half naked, so I might have picked up the habit.
His fingers find my nipple, pinching and rubbing as his face buries into my nape, his lips sucking and nibbling on the sensitive skin.
“I missed you, baby,” he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly.
I’m so turned on and disoriented that all I manage is a strangled moan.
“I love how you’re pushing back into my cock. Mmm.” His teeth graze my nape, sending a shiver down my spine. “I want to mark you, to breed you.”
My throat dries, and I strain to look at him, catching the glassy haze in his eyes. The clock reads four in the morning, and the heat radiating from him confirms he’s still feverish.
“You’re speaking nonsense,” I mutter, trying to pull away despite the fire he’s ignited inside me. “Just go to sleep.”
“I’ve never been more serious. I want to own you, to chain you to me,” he whispers, nibbling on my ear. “You can’t leave me.”
“I won’t.”
“Promise.”
“I promise.”
“You can’t go back on that promise, Gareth.”
“I won’t.”
I stroke his hair, pressing the back of my hand to his forehead. “I’ll get you some more medicine.”
But when I try to move, his grip on my stomach tightens, and he thrusts his cock against my hole, the fabric of my shorts doing little to shield me from the sensation.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he growls.
“Fuck…Kayde. You’re feverish.”
“Don’t care.” His lips trail over my neck, the lobe of my ear, my jaw—everywhere he can reach. “I need to stuff you full of my cum.”
“You can barely breathe, Jesus—” I groan as his fingers pinch my nipple again, sending shock waves through me.
He’s got me so worked up I can hardly think, let alone take his sickness into account.
“Let me hear your voice,” he murmurs, his tone husky and demanding. “I love how you groan and moan whenever I touch you.”
I push myself upright, sitting up and trying to create some distance, but my ass clenches, and my cock throbs so hard, it’s difficult to catch my breath.
Kayden lies sprawled out on his back, the duvet discarded, his naked body fully exposed. My gaze drops to his cock—hard, thick, and veined purple, pointing right at me like it owns me.
He grabs my hips, dragging me onto him so that my legs straddle his waist.
“Ride me, baby,” he breathes, his voice rough with need. “Show me how much you want me.”
My first instinct is to shake my head. I’m not a girl, and while I love the subtle variation of feminization kink—yup, googled it, that’s what it’s called in D/s circles—because him calling my ass cunt or pussy turns me on, I sure as hell don’t want him thinking I am an actual girl. The way he talks about my ass is the only aspect of feminization I like and I told him that. He also only uses the name calling in a power exchange way where he dominates me and I submit.