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I don’t mean broken in the sense of being in a state of extreme sadness and despair. I mean it in the sense of my body no longer functions like it always has, and I can no longer control myself.

Cole:

I haven’t even come close to breaking you...

Cole:

Yet.

Intense pleasure settles in my bones, forcing my eyelids shut at the thought of what that would entail. How it would feel. Fuck I want that.

Me:

This party is boring.

Will anything feel the same after this? After Cole’s done with me? Or will these hours with him ruin everything I’ve ever known and enjoyed before?

Cole:

Let’s spice it up, then.

Me:

What do you mean? How?

Cole:

Come find me, and I’ll show you.

Chapter Seven

Mason

I walk back into the house, tossing my cup into the trashcan in the kitchen before wondering where the fuck Cole could be. I doubt he would have gone to anyone’s bedroom, this not being our house and all. I do a quick lap around the first floor before arriving back where I started. That’s when I notice it. A door, slightly ajar, down a shallow hallway off the rear of the kitchen.

The light is off, yet the darkness calls to me.

Squeezing through the throng of inebriation, when I get to the room, I push the door open gently. The light streams in illuminating Cole’s dangerous glare. He reaches out, pulling me into the laundry room before shutting the door behind us. Pushing me up against it, one of his hands grips me around my throat as the other reaches between my legs, cupping my balls over my jeans.

There’s enough of a glow from the lights on the deck coming through the window of the back door that we can just see one another.

“This the kind of excitement you were looking for, fucktoy?”

“Fuck…” I moan, grinding my groin against his palm. “Daddy, more.”

“That’s a good toy. Tell Daddy what you want…”

Without the sizzle of lust and desire running through me, I don’t know that I’d ever be able to admit what I really want out loud to anyone. But in my frenzied state, the words pour from my mouth.

“I want you to use me. I love being your fucktoy. I love how you used my mouth before, how you gagged me and made me drool all over the place. I love that you didn’t let me come right away even though you knew I was dying to.”

I can’t believe I just admitted all of that. I think I’ve even surprised Cole to silence.

I reach for him, finding his cock hard beneath his pants. Gripping him, he suddenly smacks my hand away.

“You don’t fucking touch me unless I tell you to, got it?” Pinching my cheeks together, he spits in my mouth before swatting my face.

“Yes, Daddy,” I pant.