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Preview from chapter one
When Kila told me to kneel at the foot of her bed, there was no thought but to obey. Naked and ashamed of the man I’d so quickly become, I hung my head and waited for her next command. There was no thought of Bryn now. No thought of stopping this insanity. There was only the calmness of waiting for Kila to command me.
“Doing okay, Daddy?”
Kila lounged in a sports bra and yesterday’s shorts, scrolling on her phone, one foot pressed between my shoulder blades like I was a new rug she was still deciding whether to keep. Every muscle in my body remembered the last hour: the ball-busting, the forced worship, the way she’d taken my air as her right and left me panting at the edge of unconsciousness. There was a bruise blooming under my left nipple, purple-green, and my balls felt like someone had packed them with broken glass and stuck them in a pressure cooker. There was no part of me that didn’t bear the mark of her ownership.
“How do you feel, Daddy?” Her voice was dispassionate and distracted. The question didn’t reveal caring so much as it showed a lack of it. Still, my Goddess demanded and answer.
“I’m doing okay,” I said, gravel in my voice. “I’m sore. I hurt.”
“But you want more, don’t you?” This time she didn’t want or need an answer. “Of course you do. Inferior.
The bed shook behind me as Kila rolled onto her stomach, then shimmied up behind my kneeling form, her body pressing close, her chin settling with proprietary weight over my left shoulder. She did not hold me gently. Instead, her arm snaked around my chest and she seized both nipples between thumb and forefinger, grinding and twisting them with a casual cruelty that seemed second nature to her. I couldn’t stop my grunt, nor the pathetic shudder that rolled through my torso, but I made no effort to break free. Kila’s other hand slithered up my back, dragging her nails in a line that left my skin buzzing, and then she kissed the side of my neck with deliberate slowness.
She did not make it a lover’s kiss. No, she nibbled, then bit, hard enough to send lightning into my jaw and force a sound out of me that had nothing to do with pleasure. When she released the bite, there was a wetness of saliva left behind, and a throbbing that hinted at the bruise already forming.