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449 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 31, 2022
I don’t know anyone smarter or stronger or more capable than you. You held your fucking life together with duct tape way before I showed up to help you.
“I don’t want a jock,” I told him, holding his gaze while I grabbed his shorts and yanked them down, taking his warm, thick cock in my hand. “I want you and your books and your sweaters and your big. Fucking. Brain.”
And then I sucked his big fucking brain right out his dick.
“If you ask me what color I am, I swear to god I’m running away,” I muttered into his shoulder. “I’ll just come and find you and bring you back. You belong here. With me. To me.”
“You want a spanking?” he asked after a minute, realizing what I was saying.
“I want my Daddy.”
“Freak,” I whispered.4 months of waiting, 3 months of ever fuckin changing release dates and countless nights of longing for this book and this couple, and now I can FINALLY fucking sigh in relief and breathe easier.
“Brat.”
I sighed.
Just barely, but sometimes just barely was enough to keep you alive.
I’d burn the world down for him, no lie, and I was never going to forget what he’d done for me. How he’d shown up. How he’d seen who I was and showed me who he was, how we were locked together that way now, the scariest parts fused and melted permanently, and when he looked in the mirror, I knew he saw that too.
“I like spending time with people I like, I guess. I don’t like very many people.”
“People in books aren’t real,” I pointed out.
He shrugged. “They’re real when you’re reading. That’s close enough.”
“You held your fucking life together with duct tape way before I showed up to help you. But I’m here now. I will always be here. And I’m telling you, you can do anything.”
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“What are you going to do to me?” I asked him, and I didn’t even think about how cliche that sounded, I just really wanted to know. He smirked, slow and a little scary. “What I should do is tease every inch of you. Lick you just a little and touch you just a little, until you’re ready to kill me. Until you’re crying and shaking and you ache so much you think you’re broken. Until you’re so hard you don’t even know if you’ll be able to come. And then maybe, if you’re very good, if I think you’ve learned your lesson, if you know who you belong to, I’ll fuck you so completely you’ll feel it in your goddamn teeth.” I could feel my eyes getting wider the longer he talked, but I couldn’t fucking help it. Maybe one day I’d get used to him talking shit like that, but not today. Not any day I could imagine.
“You belong here. With me. This house, this room, this bed. Right here. You might not believe me yet, and I understand that, but you will. I wanted you, I took you, and now you’re mine.”
“Yeah, well, I do that a lot. Wake up at night. You should probably just… take me back. If you ever want to get any sleep.”
“Not happening,” he told me, reaching over and stroking his hand across my stomach, skimming some bare skin where my tshirt had twisted up around me. “You’re not going anywhere.”
I swallowed a moan. The guy was bossy, in a straight up, subtle, smooth way I couldn’t get enough of. He absolutely should take me back, that was the only way this was ultimately ending, but I liked when he told me no. Liked it a lot. “Feels kidnappy,” I told him.
“Great. Enjoy it.”
“Look at that little boy,” he told me when I caught my breath, and I whined and forced my eyes back to the mirror, wiping at my face so I could see. “He belongs here. With me. Right in this bed at night. Right over my lap when he’s naughty. That is my boy and this is where I want him. This is where he stays. Do you understand?”
I nodded. I was pretty far from understanding, but technically the words made sense and right now that was the best I could do.
I lifted my hips, shoved my dick at him so hard my hamstrings fucking ached, and tried to make a pitiful feel-sorry-for-me sound, but all that came out was a big lusty groan.
He just laughed and pushed me back down, the asshole. “Listen to you whine, my poor, spoiled baby. Wanna be touched so bad, don’t you.”
I nodded, playing along but not playing at all because fuck, no one made me feel like this. No one made me want like this, that casual hand on my thigh almost fucking sending me. “Come on. Come on, touch me.” It sounded like begging because it was. “Please.”
He almost smiled, but not quite, keeping that just out of reach too. “Who do you belong to, you little tease? Not anybody in that locker room. Let me hear you say it.”
“You,” I whined, lifting up again, begging with my eyes this time. “I’m all yours.”
“Would you… can I?” I asked him.
“You want a spanking?” he asked after a minute, realizing what I was saying.
I nodded. “You said it wasn’t just for punishment. Or for fun. You said if I ever wanted it to smooth me out, make me feel better, I could ask. I’m asking.”
He seemed surprised at first, but then he nodded. “If that’s what you want. Anything you want.”
“I want my Daddy.”
“Come here,” he said softly, turning me around, and I stuffed my face into his shoulder, and he held onto me hard, keeping a hand tight around the back of my neck, making me feel more solid when I was feeling pretty blurry around the edges. “Daddy’s here,” he whispered, and I nodded, trying to press closer to him, trying to press into him, be him, because he just felt better.
“You know what I think?” I asked him, rubbing my thumb across his hole, feeling his entire body jump. “I think you've spent too much time trying to be invisible. I think you don't like attention because nobody ever gave you the good kind. But I will. I want to. I wanna make you feel so good you turn into the cockiest, greediest, most demanding motherfucker alive and don’t feel bad about it at all.”


With just his fingertips, he brushed soft, tiny touches all over me until I was practically in a trance, vibrating so hard I wasn’t sure I was still in my body. Until he grabbed me around both wrists, wrapping his fingers tight, pulling my arms up and pinning them over my head and holy shit, suddenly I was right there, completely there, reality so vivid no way could it be real, and I moaned so loud I scared myself. It wasn’t even right how much I liked it when he held me down hard like that. Shook me to my fucking core, like a whole deeper layer of being his, some real kidnappy shit, and yeah, nobody ever said my layers were healthy, who fucking cared.
“If you say green,” he said, dropping his voice low, “I’m gonna bend down and kiss you in front of everyone.”
I grabbed him by the front of the jersey, yanking him down hard, startling a grin out of him.
“Green?” he asked me, double checking, and I shook my head.
“Grey. Better than green. All the way up.”
I tilted my head up and met his kiss, matched it, giving what he gave, soft at first, and then demanding more, kissing my fucking boyfriend until my lips were raw and my head was spinning. And then kissing him some more.
“I love you,” I said again, and it was even easier that time. Like I’d just been ready and waiting forever to say it, like it wasn’t really any big deal at all. “I love you. They all say I love you. Over and over. I love you. I love you. I think about you all the time. I just wanna be with you. You take care of me. You make me feel good. You make me… You make everything better. I didn’t know things could get better. I didn’t know I could. I wanted to hold your hand all week. I wanted to… I want to… All of this, all of you, I just want it. I love you. I’m serious. I really do. Happy?”
He grinned. “Yeah. Are you?”
I nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
4,5 'Emotional porn' stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐/⭐
5 'Even more emotional porn' stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
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