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“Do you want to touch yourself right now, fucktoy?”
My eyes pulse with excitement. My breathy answer is barely decipherable.
“Oh god,” I chuff. “Fuck yes, Daddy.”
“I know you do. But you can’t.” Winking, he looks back at his computer as all the air rushes from my lungs. “Unless you’re Daddy’s best boy. Then we’ll see if I’m feeling charitable when we’re done.”
The asshole edge is back, and I have to stop myself from biting my lip. I don’t want to give him any more of a leg up on me than he already has. He runs his fingers over the mousepad a few times before clicking on something and looking back at me.
“How many sexual partners have you had?”
“Two, now…”
“Aww, so little Avery wasn’t your first?”
“I’d prefer not to think about her when we’re…together.”
“Was it good? Could she even feel your tiny dick in that worn-out pussy of hers?”
“Cole—” I warn, but the look he shoots me shuts me right up.
Reaching forward, he grabs my cheeks like he did earlier. Squeezing them, he effectively shuts me up. With his other hand, he slaps my face. Like earlier, it doesn’t hurt, but it does the trick.
It makes my fucking cock twitch, too.
“Are you fucking stupid, Haywood?”
That makes me angry. Swallowing, I try to calm myself. I don’t want to give him the answer he’s looking for. If I was able to grit my teeth together, I would.
“No, Daddy.”
Letting go of my face, he puts his laptop down and stands up. I hear him walk over to our fridge and get something out of it. When he sits back down, I see a can of soda in his hand. I don’t think anything of it until he reaches down and grabs my balls.
Gasping, I delight in the sensation. It hurts, but fuck, does it feel good. It’s the same kind of sensation I felt when he slapped me.
“Oh, god…” I whine, panting, ready to forgive his miscreant behavior.
Until…
“Up on your knees, dumbfuck.” Tugging on my sack, he doesn’t give me a chance to comply on my own.
He places the can of soda on its side, on the floor beneath me.
“Back down. I want your balls resting on the soda can. They’re swollen as fuck, same with your cock. Since you don’t seem to care whether or not you get off tonight, you may as well put them on ice. Or as close to ice as we can get.”
He flops back down on the sofa, and I’m worried I ruined something between us. A sour feeling settles deep in my gut.
I suck air between my teeth as I slowly lower myself back down to the ground, and my delicate skin is exposed to the extreme temperature change.
“Now, back to my question. You’ve only been with two people, and I’m assuming your first encounter was also with a female?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.” I beg the chill of the soda to fade faster.
“You know what? I don’t want to hear your fucking voice anymore right now. Just shake or nod, got it? You’re lucky this is still your introduction, or your ass would be so fucking raw right now.”
Oh, I don’t like this. I love Cole’s asshole side, but this is something else. He’s genuinely angry with me, and I don’t like the way that feels at all. I need to make things right. I want to apologize, but I don’t want to piss him off again by talking.
Maybe if I’m on my best behavior, that will do the trick?
