Page 114 of Redline Baby

When he finally settles behind me, his hand spreads broad and warm over my hip.

He pushes in slowly.

The sound that leaves me is not dignified. It’s a long, shaking exhale that empties my lungs completely and leaves me trembling against the mattress. He fills me gradually, pausing until my body gives instead of demanding that it does, and for several seconds neither of us moves.

His hand stays at my hip. His breath is warm against the back of my neck. Then he starts moving.

The first stroke is slow and deep. I feel every bit of it. My fingers lock into the sheets, my mouth opens against the pillow, and I make another noise I’m going to deny later.

Soren establishes a rhythm, steady and controlled, and my body responds with humiliating enthusiasm. I was already close before he started. Now, with him inside me and his hand anchoring me to the mattress, there is no chance whatsoever that this lasts long.

I stop thinking. That might be the nicest part. Everything condenses into sensation: the warmth in my backside, the fullness of him, the scrape of sheets beneath my fingers, his breath against my neck, his voice when he tells me I’m doing well.

Then his rhythm changes. My whole body tightens.

“Daddy—”

“I know.”

His hand reaches around me.

That’s it. Too much.

The orgasm hits so suddenly I cry out, my whole body seizing around him as everything white-outs for a second. I’m still shaking when Soren follows, his grip tightening against my hip as his rhythm breaks and he presses close behind me.

We stay there afterward, connected and breathing. His weight is warm against my back. My face is still half-buried in the pillow.

Eventually, he pulls away carefully.

I whimper again.

Apparently that is simply a noise I make now.

Soren laughs softly and strokes one hand down my spine.

“Good boy.”

His voice is rough. Morning-rough. Sex-rough.

“Such a good boy.”

I turn my head enough to look at him over my shoulder.

His face is close. His eyes are dark and warm. He kisses my shoulder. Then he gets up. I hear the nightstand drawer open again. When Soren comes back, there is something small in his hand.

Metal catches the morning light.

I go completely still.

Oh.

Oh.

He sees my face.

“Recognize it?”

I sit up immediately.