Page 104 of My Big Fat Daddy Issues

He rubs my wrists in slow circles where the leather dug in then presses a kiss to the inside of each before lowering my arms to my sides.

I release a long sigh as he braces his torso over me and I'm staring into the handsome face of my grandfather.

"You were made for me to come inside. That's what Pawpaw needs from you, don't ever be ashamed but also, you can't evertell anyone." The ruddy, deep lines of his face are familiar but different now.

He picks up the skull mask from where it landed on the floor and turns it over in his hands, studying it like he's deciding something.

"How much do you love me, Pawpaw?" I manage. I need this before whatever happens next.

He slides the mask back over his face, and the man who just kissed my wrists vanishes behind the hollow eyes and death-white grin.

"More than you know, little bunny."

He runs one finger down the center of my body from throat to navel, tracing through the dried blood, the sweat, the cum.

"Storm's still blowing out there, little girl." He tilts the skull face toward the window where I barely noticed he's right, the rain is still driving and wind is whipping. "And Pawpaw's dick is still hard. Whatever can we do about that?"

Chapter 6

Billie

He pulls me off the bed by my ankle with one sharp yank that drags me across the wrecked sheets and drops me to the floor in a boneless lump.

He stands looming over me, his cock starting to lose some of its thickness but it's no less awe-inspiring from this angle.

The skull mask stares down at me.

He extends his arm, grabs the belt from where he left it next to my head on the bed, and loops it through the buckle, making a small circle.

He dangles it in front of me and my stomach drops.

"Put it over your head, pet. Around your neck like a good puppy."

"Pawpaw, please." I bite down on my trembling lip. "Don't make me do this."

"You do as you are told or I'm going to fuck the back talk right out of your mouth."

With quivering fingers, I settle the leather around my throat. The tail hangs down between my breasts. He wraps the loose end around his fist and tugs and the belt tightens against my windpipe.

"Pawpaw," I choke.

"Crawl like a dog, sweetheart." He strokes the top of my head with his free hand the way you'd pet something small and loyal. His rough palm smooths my tangled, mud-stiff hair back from my face.

He watched me grow up and never once touched me, never said a word, never let his eyes linger where anyone could see. He waited until I came to him. Until I was old enough and sure enough and brave enough to stand in his kitchen and say I want you and I don't care what it costs.

He loved me long before he let himself have me.

"You're going to walk with me," he says, tugging the belt. "Just like this. On your hands and knees. Right beside me like a good girl."

I lower my palms to the floor. The wood is cold and gritty under my hands. He takes a step toward the bedroom door and the belt pulls taut and I follow. Crawling beside him, my head at his hip, the leather leash connecting us.

We move through the dark hallway. His bare feet are heavy and slow on the floor. My bare knees ache with each shuffle forward. The house is silent except for the rain and his footsteps and the soft creak of the belt as it sways between us.

"I've got you." He assures me in that low voice that makes me feel safe. "You know that, right? No matter what I do to you tonight, I've got you. Always."

Everything else dissolves and it's just us. Rhett and Billie. The secret nobody knows. The love that doesn't make sense on paper but makes sense everywhere else.

He tugs the belt and it cinches my throat. "Down the stairs."