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258 pages, Kindle Edition
Published August 4, 2023
“Punishments are beatings and whippings and spankings, not… not some fucking words.” I try to fight, for all the good it does me. Punishments are just supposed to hurt, and feel good when I push against the healing wound, not do… whatever the fuck he’s doing to my head.
“Sometimes crying can be cathartic.” Especially in battered and beaten boys, who weren’t brought to love the pain but instead to fear it and crave it out of some misguided sense of needing to be punished
“Fox, Fox, Fox… I just want to find out everything about you and tell you all the good things all the time until you start believing them. I want you to realize you’re worth more than just being fucked and used and… beaten.”
I decided somewhere in the middle of that that I’m going to keep him. He’s mine, whether he wants to be or not, and I’m not letting him go. He can be an assassin, my pet assassin, if he needs to risk his life for the sake of adrenaline or money or whatever else motivates him.
“You’re mine,” he says, and there’s such confident assurance in his voice that I can’t help but believe him. “I’m not giving you up, Fox. Even if you want me to, I… Call me an abusive bastard if you want, but I’m not letting you go.”
“We’re going to have lots of new experiences together, Fox. I can just see it now.”
“It seems like we both want the same thing, Daddy.
Why not have some fun with it?
We fuck each other senseless,
we track down our bomber,
we murder him and
fuck in the pool of their blood…”
“Do you know how beautiful you sound when you beg?” he murmurs.
“I could just… listen to that forever. For you to beg for me to stop, to keep going…”
He laughs, and the sound is a little dark.
“Mm. Daddy, be careful, or we’ll give everybody here an X-rated show,”
I say as I mouth along his wrist.
“It’s already X-rated,”
he murmurs to me, gripping my throat again.
“Look at all the blood on the floor. Would it be more X-rated if we fucked?”
“We could bump it up to triple-X.”
“Are you… blackmailing me into a date with you?”
Deliciously, perfectly broken, in so many pieces I’m not sure I’ll ever be whole again without him.
“You’re mine, Daddy,” I tell him earnestly.
“And I’ll keep a special pistol just to shoot anyone who dares touch you.”
“I think I should tattoo my name into your flesh
—or maybe carve it in myself.
What do you think about that, little fox?”
I groan loudly and grind my cock against his thigh.
“Yes, please.”