Page 57 of At Their Mercy: Part I

Daddy woke up too early for my liking the following day, but he told me to stay.

“Keep him company,” he whispered. “I gotta get the brisket ready for the smoker.”

I nodded and blinked drowsily. “Are you going out to buy the stuff?”

He nodded once too. “I’ll be back in a bit. Love you.”

“Love you so much, Daddy,” I yawned.

It was going to be an awesome day—and I was missing my puppies more than I’d anticipated, but another few hours in bed came first. ’Cause holy fuck, it was only six in the morning.

I pulled the duvet higher and rested my head on Owner’s chest.

I freaking loved that we all wanted the room chilly and the duvet thick, all year-round.

Oh shoot! I’d forgotten to say happy birthday to Daddy!

Fuck my life. I was off to a good start.

In my feeble defense, I was half asleep. Or I had been. Now I was suddenly wide awake and annoyed with myself.

I’d make it up to him later.

I drew a deep breath and tried to relax, but the cobwebs of sleep had cleared. Perhaps I’d wanna rest more if I gave Master a birthday blow job? He wouldn’t have to do a thing but relax and take the pleasure, then fall asleep once more. If anyone could do that, it was him. ’Cause he was so used to us accidentally waking him up when we got up in the morning.

It was settled. I dropped a soft kiss to his chest before I squirmed my way under the duvet.

His faint snores had ceased when Daddy had left the bed, so I wasn’t sure he was sleeping very soundly anyway.

Dropping kisses along his hip, I wrapped my fingers around his semi-hard morning wood, and I stroked him slowly.

He let out a long breath and relaxed deeper into the mattress.

You’re awake. You don’t have to talk. Just feel.

I sucked him into my mouth and snaked my tongue around him, coating him with spit.

It wasn’t long before I felt his fingers in my hair, and I shivered. Touch could be the best love language. Master’s way of expressing himself was so easy for me to tune into too, that I never felt anything was missing. I never really had. Quiet didn’t necessarily mean noncommunicative.

Having no desire to tease him or drag things out, I redoubled my efforts when I sensed him tensing up every now and then.

He scratched my scalp and released a heavy breath.

I could tell by his grip on my hair when he eventually got close, and that was when I went all in. I rolled his balls in my hand, sucked him harder and faster, and swallowed around the head. That earned me gritty moans in his morning voice until he finally let go, pushed me down on him all the way, and started coming down my throat.

I swallowed repeatedly and breathed through my nose.

On any other day—well, if they were pain-free—I’d hope to get off too, but after last night…? Fuck me, I was so sore.

“Fuck,” Master exhaled.

His grip on my hair loosened, and I sucked him clean before I kissed my way up his body again. He was quick to hug me to him, and I rolled over, wanting my back to his chest. Bodies perfectly aligned. Big spoon to my little spoon.

He pressed a kiss to my hair and slipped a hand down to my cock.

“Sleep, Owner,” I whispered. “I’m not going anywhere. But I’m too sore to be needy.”

I felt the Sadist’s sleepy smile against the back of my head.