Father's Keeper by Parker Ford (manga ebook reader txt) 📕

“We were out,” he laughed.

“Oh, the humanity!” I laughed but thengrimaced. My shoulder’s really hurt.

“That fucker. I can’t believe heslammed you up against--”

“He didn’t so much slam me. Not onpurpose, I don’t think. It’s just a small room and he was drunk and…”

“Don’t.” Gil got up and took my plate.

“Don’t what?” I went in the powderroom off the dining room and turned the light on. Under the shoots of blue hairwas a tiny bit of red blood and some irritated skin.

“Don’t make excuses for him,” Gilsaid, sticking his head in the tiny bathroom. “You always make excuses forpeople treating you like shit,” he said and frowned.

“I. . .um.. .oh,” I said. I didn’t know what to say to that. It made me feel like cryingthat he thought I did that. What really made me want to cry was that if hethought I did it, I probably did.

“Don’t excuse people for treating youpoorly.” He reached over me and opened the small medicine cabinet. He drowned abit of cotton fluff in peroxide and frowned at me in the mirror. “Turn.”

I spun, my hips against the sink, mybody humming with mixed emotions. “I didn’t know I was prone to doing that,” Iadmitted.

Gil tilted my chin up and squinted atthe raw patch on my scalp. “You do. And it pisses me off. You keep choosingslacker douche bags who eventually treat you like a inflatable sex doll ortheir property.”

“Slacker douche bags?” I wheezed,nervous laughter taking me over.

“Yes. Slacker douche bags,” he saidagain, but grinned. Gil dabbed the sore spot on my brow and I hissed.

“Damn that stuff burns. Good thing Ilike a bit of pain,” I said.

The air in the room changed. I hadmeant it to be a joke, but it hung there in the tiny room like something solid.He cocked his head and I had to fight the urge to lean in and bite him on theedge of his jaw. And then to kiss him and run my hand along his fly to see ifI’d made him hard.

“Do you? Do you really?”

I thought of lying. I thought of bowingout of the room and blowing it off. Instead I gave a small, quick nod. “Yeah. Abit. Sometimes. Not a ton and not extreme. And it has to be someone who knowsmy limits and respects them and can…” I trailed off feeling the flush ofheat that had rushed to my cheeks.

“Can what?”

“Read me. Someone who can tell when nomeans yes and when ow means it feels good.” I shook my head, my face so hot Icould feel the warmth when I touched my skin with my fingertips.

“I would never want to hurt you,” hesaid. His voice had shifted, going lower and gruffer. My body recognized thesound of  his arousal and my pussy went moist for him.

“Oh,” I said again because it was allI could think to say.

“Not in a way that would make youunhappy. But I’d like to…” He leaned in and kissed me then. Onehand wrapping in the short hair on my uninjured side. He tugged my hair a tinybit, just enough to make me gasp against his lips. Gil pushed his cock to myjeans and I felt him hard for me. Ready and excited at our unexpected conversationon pain studded pleasure.

“Like to what?” I asked, touching hischest with my hands, snaking one finger between the buttons of his work shirtto feel his heart jumping against his skin.

“I’d like to hurt you just enough tomake you come for me. I’d like to read you. Or learn.”

All I could manage was a nod.

Chapter14

“What do you like, little girl?” Gilasked, working the button on my jeans. “I know that when I had to give you thatspanking, you liked it. You were bad and you deserved it.”

My belly thrilled at his words and thesensation of him touching me. I moved against his hands, trying so hard tocapture his lips with my mouth. To get him to kiss me. He dodged me every time.“Gil, I--”

“What do you like, my little Jen? Tellme.” He tugged my tee out of my jeans and pushed my open pants down. Gil cuppedmy ass, his palms covering the pale yellow cotton of my panties, trapping myboring underpants to my skin, a cheap barrier between the heat of his hands andmy skin. “Tell me,” he ordered.

I breathed the words out against hisneck. “I liked the spanking.”

“I know.”

“I like some…biting,” I said softly.

Gil yanked my tee over my head andbent to nip my shoulder, hard enough that my skin pebbled and my nipplessteepled and I yelped. “I see,” he said and ran his thumbs over the hard tips.I hummed and when he pushed a finger into me and tsked, got so wet myknees felt a bit watery.

“What else? Tell daddy,” he said. Hepressed his lips to my shoulder and all of me was on red alert. That desperateperfect place that made me gush. Not knowing if the mouth resting on me wouldkiss or bite, my pussy rippled with the precursor to orgasm. I shut my eyes,feeling the room twirl and shimmer.

“I. . .” I shook my head, my face sohot now I felt feverish.

“Shh, you can tell me. I promise you,”he said, his teeth skating along my upper arm but not biting. No pain, just thepotential for pain which had me damn near coming in my panties as he pressedhis cock to my clit.

“I like anal,” I said in a big rush ofair. “I like it up the ass,” I said and pushed my eyes against his shoulder soI wouldn’t have to look at his face. Would he love it or hate it? Would I havesomehow disappointed him?

Gil groaned deep in his chest anddropped to his knees, he tugged my little panties down and pressed his stubblyface to the V between my legs. His tongue found the hard knot of my clit and henibbled and sucked so that my knees shook like I was going to faint. I grippedthe cool marble sink and watched his dark head between my legs,