Page 185 of Daddy's Pride
“Next one.”
The stretch was subtle, a gentle awakening of his senses, then grew more pronounced with each progression. Each bead sent ripples of sensation that danced between discomfort and delight through his body. The beads grew larger, their presence an undeniable force within him. He already felt full. How much more would he have to take?
He gripped Brody’s calf, seeking an anchor in the uncertainty clouding his mind. The pain nipped at his nerves, sharp and startling, yet was quickly cloaked by a swelling tide of pleasure. His body’s reactions were confused, a tangled knot where pain twirled into pleasure until he couldn’t tell one from the other. It was disorienting, maddening, and utterly intoxicating.
“Sir…” The word spilled out with a tremor.
Brody massaged Josiah’s lower back in small circles. “You’re doing so well, boy. You can take one more for me, can’t you?”
His tone was firm, threaded with a confidence that made Josiah want to believe him. “Yes, Sir.”
He melted further into Brody’s lap, allowing the next bead in. Tears formed in his eyes at the sting, the stretch, the strain on his muscles as the bead forced itself inside him until it finally popped in. Relief flooded him. “I did it, Sir.”
Brody caressed his hair. “You did, boy, and I’m so proud of you.”
Jesus, was the man trying to kill him by saying things like that? How could mere words be a compliment yet chafe at the same time? How could they soothe yet slice like a dagger, reminding him of all he’d ever wanted to hear from his parents but never had?
No, he didn’t want to think of them. He didn’t want to let them into his sanctuary, into the safety and strength of his surrender to Brody. Paradoxical as it might sound, he’d never been freer than he felt now.
“One more,” Brody said. “One more, and that’s it, Josiah. You’ll have taken them all.”
All? He only had one more to go? But he already felt impossibly full. “I don’t know if I can, Sir.”
“Will you try for me?”
He breathed out. “Yes, Sir.”
The bead seemed grotesque as it pressed against him. But he’d promised to try, and so he would. The resistance in his body warred with the yearning to please Brody, to show him he was worthy of this attention, this care. His muscles tensed, a natural reflex, but with a deep inhale, he forced them to relax.
As the bead stretched his muscles impossibly wide, he whimpered. He would rip.
No, he wouldn’t. Brody wouldn’t let that happen. He’d continued to add lube, and he wouldn’t push Josiah beyond what he could take. Somehow, Josiah knew that.
Brody coaxed the bead deeper with a slow insistence that made Josiah’s head spin and tears drip down his cheeks. Brody’s hand lay on his back, warm and steady, and Josiah clung to the sensation like a lifeline.
“Look at you, taking it so beautifully. I knew you could do it.”
Brody’s praise washed over him, igniting an inner heat that eclipsed any lingering discomfort as the bead slipped inside him. His body capitulated in a rush, the dam of his restraint bursting forth. Pleasure spiraled out of control, a whirlwind that consumed every fiber of his being. He cried out, raw and uninhibited, the sound echoing off the walls of their private room.
He twitched, and inside him, something shifted, pressing against his pleasure spot. The orgasm barreled through him, racking his frame without warning, as waves of release pulsated in time with the throbbing of the club’s distant music. The intensity of it left him breathless, shaking. He clung to Brody as his anchor in the storm of ecstasy that raged within.
“So beautiful,” Brody growled. His approval sent fresh shivers down Josiah’s spine. The world narrowed to just the two of them, their shared breaths, the lingering aftershocks of Josiah’s climax, and the profound connection that seemed to have deepened beyond the confines of flesh and bone.
In the aftermath, Josiah lay panting, draped over Brody’s lap, exhausted, wrecked, and proud. He’d given himself over to Brody’s guidance and had found a new summit of pleasure—one that left him vulnerable, exposed, and utterly satiated.
“I’m going to pull them out now,” Brody said softly. “But I’ll be gentle.”
He was, but it still hurt, though the sensations were muted by the echoes of his intense pleasure. When the last bead popped out, Brody dropped them on the floor. “I wish you could see yourself now. You’re so wide open for me. It’s stunning.”
His voice seemed to come from far away, and Josiah couldn’t bring himself to do more than smile. A cold wipe made him shiver. “Sorry. Just cleaning you up.”
The cool lotion the Dom massaged into his rim, which was slowly closing again, felt amazing. Brody carefully lifted him and set him on his lap, hugging him tightly. Josiah nestled his head against his chest and closed his eyes. He could easily fall asleep like this, worn out to the bone.
“You did so good,” Brody said. “Other than coming without permission.”
Josiah’s eyes flew open. Shit, he hadn’t even realized that. But Brody smiled. “It’s okay for this first time, boy. But if you do that again, I’ll have to spank your ass a bright red… and then fuck you without giving you permission to come.”
That sounded amazing. Horrible but also wonderful. “Yes, Sir.”