Page 13 of Misfit
“Hiro. Do you know I would never do anything against your will?” Drake asked. My name on his lips had my cock stirring, growing hard. I nodded, unable to form words.
“Yes, but sometimes my trauma doesn’t care about reality,” I stated, letting out a soft whimper as he straddled me, hanging back just enough so his bulge pushed into my now hard dick. “But I don’t want to be.”
“Then give me control, Hiro. Let me take care of you. And if you ever want to stop, you say the word and we stop,” Drake purred. “Let me suck you off.”
“Why?” I asked. The confusion in my tone must have amused him because a low chuckle rumbled out of him.
“Because I want to remind you that you’re real, you very much have a place in these halls. With me. With Harlow. Hell, even Layne would punch anyone who said otherwise. And because I’ve wanted to hear you call me daddy since the moment you let that slip.”
My cheeks flared at his words and I groaned. “Sometimes words just tumble out. I can’t be held responsible for what’s said when I’m a mess.”
He leveled me with a look that said he saw right through me.
“I think that’s simply when you’re the most honest. So, tell me, Hiro, are you going to let Daddy take your cock like a good boy?”
“Yes,” I whispered. And for the first time, I was hard and willing without a single thought tugging me under. It danced on the edges, taunting me, but Drake was demanding enough to hold it at bay.
“Out of your head,” he ordered. “Take yourself out of your pants. Show Daddy what’s his.”
I never thought I’d be into the daddy kink, or whatever fucked-up version of it we were living, but giving Drake the control helped me move past my hang-ups. It was a small step, but one I was thankful for.
My fingers shook as I glanced around, ensuring we were alone in the library. My cock pushed painfully against my jeans, and I nearly sobbed in relief as I undid the button and pulled down the zipper, lifting myself just enough to shove my jeans down along with my boxers.
Drake took a deep breath as he stared down at me, licking his lips like he could barely hold himself back.
Drake. Powerful and terrifying, was hungry at the thought of me.
He ripped my jeans from my body before glancing up at me, hands on my thighs and putting just enough pressure to keep me hyperaware.
“Can I taste what’s always been mine, Hiro?” he asked. It was his way of demanding my consent before moving forward, and that feeling of being cared for, of being safe, settled something in my soul I hadn’t realized I was desperately missing.
“Yes, Daddy.” The words were so quiet I didn’t think he’d heard me, but I shouldn’t have doubted the half demon. He grinned before diving down, taking me in his throat and swirling his tongue around the tip as he pulled away. My head swam with pleasure and the nagging memories and voices were blessedly quiet.
I let my head fall back, hands resting in his thick, black hair as he bobbed his head over me, swallowing me down as I whimpered out his name.
I’d never felt anything so amazing and it took everything in me to avoid blowing my load down his throat in seconds.
He pulled away as my body trembled. Drake could read me like a book. His eyes were full of hunger as he met my gaze.
“Imagine me, sitting back and watching, calling the shots, directing you as you fucked Harlow. I’d get a front row seat to the show, seeing both of you losing yourselves in each other.”
I whimpered at the picture he was painting. Harlow meant more to me than I could explain, as intensely as I felt for Drake, I felt for her.
“Tell me, Hiro. Tell me what you need,” he ordered.
My fingers tightened in his hair and I gently pushed him down.
“You. I need you to let me come, Daddy,” I begged. “Then, someday I need you to help me get past this. To fuck Harlow like I want to.”
Drake’s smile had my chest flaring with heat. “Good boy.” That was all he gave me before his mouth was claiming my cock again, sucking hard as he swallowed me down, teasing and tasting me until I couldn’t hold back.
“I’m going to come,” I warned him but that only had the man doubling his efforts. My orgasm slammed through me with enough intensity my cries echoed in the library. Feeling him swallow around me was too much and not enough. It was more intense than any orgasm I’d ever had, my entire body tensing as I rode it out.
Then I relaxed, melting into the couch.
“I thinnk you broke mme,” I slurred as my eyes drifted closed. Drake’s laughter had a smile forming on my lips.
“Get dressed before someone walks in and you freak out,” he warned, helping me stand up and step into my jeans. I never expected Drake to be the gentle type, but he was showing more care than anyone else in my life had. I half expected him to turn away but he put a hand on either side of my face, forcing me to look at him. “I never want to hear you say, or think, that being an alter makes you less. You are just as important, just as much of a person, as Roman. And I damn well know you didn’t treat him shitty when you thought he was. So you need to think real long and hard about how you’re going to deal with this. Face it head-on, confident, head held high. Or are you going to run from it, Hiro?”