He whimpered and screwed his eyes shut, his cheek landing on the rubber mat.
The sight of tears and rain falling down his face was incredibly beautiful. Almost hauntingly so, and I wasn’t surprised to feel the beast in me retreat. I fucking loved feeling those changes, how Shay’s needs brought out my own to meet, to satisfy, to complement. Like ever-moving puzzle pieces that switched places to fit in where they were needed. And he didn’t need the savage Sadist anymore; he needed Daddy.
“Tell Daddy.” I pressed my lips to his rain-dampened hair and pushed in deeper.
Only a shrill scream could steal my attention for a hot second, and it let me know they’d started the last fight in the other cage. Then I glanced down at my boy again, fucked him a little harder, and drank in the moment. The rain, the slowly dying firelight with its shadows dancing across Shay’s soaked skin, the thunder above us, the darkness, the sound of skin slapping, and his soft little whimpers whenever I slammed in.
“I lost, Daddy,” he cried. “You won and I lost. I lost.”
“And the world’s still standing, isn’t it?” I dropped openmouthed kisses along his neck, tasting him. “We’ll fight again and again, and you will lose some and win some.”
Shay hmpf’d tearfully. It was the cutest goddamn sound.
“You’re the best fighter I’ve ever faced.” I nipped at his shoulder and tried to stave off the impending climax.
“Really?” That made him perk up.
“Really.” I peered down between us, which was fucking stupid. He was too sexy, too slick, too irresistible. “I’m so proud of you, little fighter.”
He let out a shuddering breath and tentatively met the next thrust, and it said it all. He’d be just fine.
“You’re such a strong boy.” I went faster, unable to take my eyes off my cock disappearing in and out of his asshole. “You have no idea how much you impressed me tonight.”
He clenched down around my cock, eliciting a groan from me, and the little slut fucking giggled through his tears.
It was impossible not to smile.
I became acutely aware of what was happening, how quickly I was falling for this boy, and it spurred me on. I coveted everything about him, his beautiful mind, his strengths, his perfect body, his sharp wit… Something swelled within me and filled me with a new sort of possessiveness. One I had a feeling wouldn’t go away.
Closing my eyes, I gave in to the pleasure and started chasing my orgasm.
The rain poured down. Our guests fled up the lawn. The torches fizzled out one by one.
I groaned as the thunder roared.
“Fill me, Daddy,” Shay pleaded.
Those words pushed me to the edge. “I’m gonna fill you, baby boy,” I promised, completely out of breath. My body protested, ached, and burned, but I had to take more. More and harder and mercilessly. The sensations rushed through me, and I growled as I slammed in once, twice, three more times before I let go and started fucking my orgasm into his ass. “Ahh, fuck.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
The moment I heard the gate open, I knew my brother was done waiting.
He fell to his knees next to us and slipped a hand to the back of my neck. No words. He leaned in and planted an openmouthed kiss to my throat, his breath warm and rapid. He needed Shay too.
A plan formed in my head, and I withdrew from Shay’s ass.
Our boy squirmed out of my loosening grip and rolled onto his back, seemingly giving no fucks about the rain soaking the last inches of him.
River dipped down and kissed him passionately.
“Shay, River’s gonna take you back to the cabin for a shower.” I cleared my throat and scrubbed at my face. My mind was utterly fucked, because my chest was still cracked wide open. All those feelings I’d felt so clearly wouldn’t be forgotten or hidden away again.
River hummed as he ended the kiss, then sat back on his heels. “You’re not joining us?”
I shook my head and tucked away my cock. “You two enjoy some privacy for a moment. I’m gonna shower at the main house and set up aftercare for us.”
Shay sat up abruptly. “Can we use our lounger? It’s ours. I like it so much there.”
I smiled and touched his cheek. “Sounds good to me.” The umbrella should keep us out of the rain.
Some distance in the next half hour or so would probably do me good too.
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
