“Fuck, Kitten.” Daddy tore his mouth from mine. His eyes were wild as he stared down at me, and I liked the way his jaw bled.
I pulled his head toward mine and lapped at the blood. “My Daddy.”
A groan tore through him. “That man was nothing. You hear me? I did nothing because he was nothing.”
He pulled away and took my face between his palms. His eyes were dilated, and they painted a picture as they traveled across my body. Swollen lips quivered with each breath that left him. I felt his cock against my thigh. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’ve got my blood all over your face.”
“I like the way it tastes, Daddy.”
His thumb swept across my chin, collecting the blood before smearing it across my lips. “You’ve got a bit of a jealous streak, Kitten.”
“He touched you. I don’t want people to touch you.”
“You broke your computer, Silas, you trashed your workspace, tried to choke me with a piece of paper and your arms—”
“Are… are you mad?” My chest folded in half. “I don’t want you to be mad.”
“Your jealousy doesn’t bother me, sweetheart, it makes my cock hard. If somebody touched you, I’d saw their fucking fingers off and gift them to you as a reminder.”
My head spun. I dove for my cock but Daddy caught my hand and pinned it against his chest.
“But the claw marks on your chest? The blood on your forearms? The goddamn holes you’ve scratched into your skin? No.” He shook his head. “Not my baby. No way in hell.”
“You’re…” My forehead tightened. I wasn’t sure what emotion he was wearing, but he looked a lot like he looked that time he got stabbed in the leg. “You’re mad cause I hurt myself?”
“You will not, under any fucking circumstances, damage yourself like this again. Do you understand me?”
“But, Daddy, I like to bleed.”
“You want to bleed, baby, you can bleed but you do it with my permission and my supervision. You don’t fucking scar yourself during a fit of rage. Clear?”
I nodded.
“Say, ‘yes, Daddy’.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy.”
I shivered. My cock twitched. My back arched, and I couldn’t help the way my hips rolled against his thigh. “Daddy, it hurts.”
“I know, Kitten.” His nose trailed across the edge of my jaw, and he dragged his lips through the places my tears lingered. “But you like it, don’t you? You like when it hurts a little?”
Ohmygod.
Ohmygod
Ohmygod.
“Yes.”
He released my wrist. “Take your cock out of your shorts and then put your hands by your sides.”
A whimper escaped my lips when I pulled it free. I wanted to come, but I wanted to be Daddy’s good boy more, so I slapped my hands on the counter beside my thighs and looked up at him.
“Wh… what now?”
“Now, I fucking look at you.”