Page 184 of Daddy's Pride

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Page 184 of Daddy's Pride

“Does this feel good, boy?” Brody’s query was rhetorical. He traced the outline of Josiah’s ribs, which slightly quivered beneath his touch.

“Y-yes, Sir.” Josiah’s breath hitched as those fingers dipped lower, exploring the tender skin that begged for attention.

“Every reaction, every shiver, every sigh tells me a story.” Brody continued his maddeningly slow exploration. “Your body sings to me, Josiah. And I intend to compose symphonies.”

Josiah bowed his head farther, surrendering to the exploration, to the intimacy of the moment.

“Turn for me.” The command was simple but held layers of expectation. Josiah obeyed. Brody’s hands found his back, sliding lower and lower until they reached the curve of his ass.

Slap!

Josiah jumped at the smack on his ass.

Brody let out a low chuckle. “We’ll need to work on your nerves, boy.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Strong hands kneaded Josiah’s ass cheeks, then slapped them again. How he wished for a mirror so he could see Brody’s handprints. Wouldn’t that be an erotic sight?

“We’re gonna play with anal beads,” Brody said. “Have you ever used them?”

“No, Sir.”

“But you know what they are?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Wait here.”

Brody walked over to a cabinet in the corner and grabbed something. He held up a string of anal beads, the silicone spheres catching the dim light as they dangled from his fingers, an unspoken promise of what was to come.

“Notice their graduated sizes.” Brody’s voice was a low drawl, rich with intention. “Each one will be more of a challenge for you to take. The smallest will tease you, while the larger ones will push you to your limits. But you’ll take them for me, won’t you?”

Josiah sucked in a deep breath, imagining the slide and stretch, and a cocktail of fear and craving swirled in his belly. But when Brody used that tone, he could do anything. “Yes, Sir. I’ll do my best.”

“I know you will. You’re such a good boy, Josiah.”

Did Brody know what those words did to him? Did the Dom realize Josiah would do anything and everything to hear them? He’d never understood how people could ignore their limits, how they wouldn’t call red and end a scene that crossed their boundaries. But now he did. Because if Brody kept calling him a good boy in that warm, affectionate tone, Josiah would let himself be whipped raw just to hear it again.

“Come here.” Brody patted his thigh.

Josiah gingerly draped himself over Brody’s lap. The Dom’s thighs were solid beneath him, a grounding force amid the maelstrom of emotions coursing through his mind. The leather of Brody’s pants was warm against his skin, already heated by Brody’s body.

“Put your full weight on me,” Brody said. “You’re mine to control now.”

With a soft sigh, Josiah let go of the last tension in his body, his muscles relaxing. He nestled into the support of Brody’s legs, finding solace in the strength holding him steady.

“Look at you, all laid out for me to use. It’s a sight that could make a man greedy.”

Josiah’s cheeks burned hotter, the heat an echo of the warmth spreading through his core. He felt exposed, stripped not just of clothes but also of pretenses, his very essence scrutinized by Brody’s discerning eyes. He was achingly aware of his arousal—the vulnerability of his position only heightened by the knowledge that he was seen, truly seen, by this man who could unravel him with a word. But beneath the rush of blood that painted his face crimson lay a profound sense of rightness, a puzzle piece clicking into place.

The cool sensation of the lube Brody drizzled into his ass crack was a stark contrast to the heat radiating from Brody’s body.

“Such a pretty hole,” Brody murmured, rubbing it with his thumb. “It looks so innocent, so pristine. Can’t wait to see what it looks like stretching around the beads… or my cock.”

Would Brody fuck him? Please let it be so.

Brody didn’t play around long, and the first bead pressed against Josiah’s entrance, insistent but patient. With a soft exhale, he opened up to the intrusion. The bead was small, barely more than finger-width, and his body swallowed it greedily.




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