Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Because right now, I didn’t know if I could keep myself from rushing forward. Such as, filling Shay’s proverbial calendar for the next several decades with dates.
Sixteen
Shay Acton
“How you feelin’, baby?” River asked quietly.
I sniffled, his chest hair tickling my cheek. “The best ever.”
I honestly couldn’t think of a better spot for our aftercare. Heavy, heavy rain pattered and bounced off the umbrella above us.
Stray raindrops had already snuffed out two of the four candles on the side table.
To make things even better, I’d asked if Daddy could play his guitar for us, and he’d brought it back here along with ice-cold Coke, a cooling pad for my battered body, and some snacks.
I wanted to stay here forever.
I wanted my body to be sore like this forever too. Marks from my Sadists and a peaceful mind—was there anything better?
As the cherry on a sundae, River had choked me out and fucked me in the shower until black spots had filled my vision, his come had filled my ass, and my own come had filled the drain.
To say I was spent right now would be the biggest understatement of the year.
Not that it would stop me from craving more in, like, five freaking minutes or something.
The biggest revelation for me these past weeks was how addicted I’d become to their mindfucking ways. How Daddy found my buttons and pushed me into my Little space, and how River plucked at the strings within me to degrade, humiliate, and control me. To have my adulthood and all its responsibilities and worries ripped away from me was indescribable.
Losing to Daddy tonight had elevated that relief to new heights. An uncertainty was gone, but the memory of my dad wasn’t. Losing didn’t mean anything. It’d been a strange mental block of mine I still didn’t fully understand.
I thought, in a way, that mentality of refusing to lose had made me feel untouchable and detached. The opposite of how I felt, and wanted to feel, with Daddy and River.
“Do you know, um, any sweet songs?” I asked Daddy.
He looked up from the strings, and his tinkering slowed down some. “A sweet song, huh?”
Yes. A lovey-dovey one.
“You know what I mean.” I sat up and reached for my Coke.
River took the opportunity to sit up too, and he lit up a smoke.
Daddy smiled a little. “Where I come from, they’re called love songs.”
I smiled back and shrugged. “If you insist.”
He chuckled.
Then his skilled fingers fell down the strings, and he eased into a new melody. When it came to playing music, Reese Tenley was a country boy through and through. For some weird reason, since I wasn’t a huge fan of the genre, I found it hella charming and sexy.
And fuck me, his voice…
I leaned over to River and puckered my lips at his cigarette, to which he let me take a drag from it. When he asked if I wanted my own, I shook my head and crawled over him to reach the bowl of chips instead. I was kind of hungry. Tonight had been draining in so many ways, no matter how amazing. Part of me couldn’t believe there was a party going on just on the other side of those patio doors. Well, I guess if you didn’t participate in the Game, a party afterward was a given. Still.
Daddy’s low, warm singing voice drew me back in, and I sighed contentedly and threw a couple chips into my mouth. Thunder roared not too far away as he sang of all the things a man had gone through, with the chorus always ending with “On my way to you.”
Someone pinch me.
How had this happened? I was only supposed to play with them a single time. They were going to punish me.
Now…? Now they owned me.
Without having ever been here before, I knew I was falling in love with the fuckers.
I set the bowl aside and sucked the salt off my fingers, realizing something else too. It wasn’t just about River and Daddy. It was about me. I hadn’t felt this carefree and thirsty for life in over two years. I was waking up and finally recognizing myself in the mirror.
“That’s gonna bruise,” River murmured and pressed his finger over a spot on my thigh.
I hissed and hugged my knees to my body. “So, maybe you don’t push it?”
He smiled. “Why not?”
I pressed my lips together to hide my grin.
Freaking Sadist.
“Ouch.” I winced as I sat down in the booth and hit a weird angle.
Daddy slid in across from me, not looking too relaxed himself. He’d complained about his bruised ribcage all the way to the waffle place in Mclean where we were having breakfast this cloudy morning.
We placed our orders and were served coffee, which River seemed the most interested in. He sat next to me and had been extra affectionate since the minute we’d woken up, even now with a hand on my leg, but he still wasn’t a talker before he’d had at least one cup of coffee.