REAPER (SERPENT'S MC: BOOK 3)

Chapter 23

🎵...I NEVER NEEDED YOU TO CARE, NOW I MUST SAY GOODBYE,

YOU GOTTA LET ME GO, GO, REALITY IS QUITE UNFAIR...

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WARNING: MATURE CONTENTS AHEAD

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OLIVIA

The first time I realized that I like to call men daddy was when I turned to fuck anything that walked by the New York street behind my penthouse. They never noticed if I came or not. I didn't care if they were bringing pleasure or pain. Half the time I would be too drugged up to realize if they fucked me good or not. Only when I called them daddy that they looked at me in disgust. Maybe they already knew who I was. I wasn't careful enough to hide that I was a liar to the public. I killed my boyfriend and accused him to be my kidnapper. What a shocker, considering who my father is. God forbid if anyone wanted to be compared to Sebastian Becker willingly. My therapist had a nice euphony for me. 

I was rebelling against my father.

He never understood what I went through after kai's death. He only listened once. When I broke down in tears and blurted out everything. After that, he told me to get over it and start looking sane and pretty. It's unsettling how he looked so composed...and goddamn clam. Where I was on the verge of screaming and ripping my own hair out. 

So I really don't understand why I ended up calling Fraser that. And also not with an angry bitter tone, hell, my father was the last thing I was thinking about at the pleasure I was getting from Fraser.

"Olive, look at me." I watch as his grey eyes stare at me, his lips set in a line. But his touch more tender than I'd hate to admit. "I get it, sweetheart. You love this kink and hell if it gets you off this much...then who am I to judge."

Before I can protest, he slaps my ass and the moving plug...shit. He forces a moan to leave from my lips and continues. "Just like I have this one. I love to see your ass like this. Fuck, you make me hard any time I see you. But this? This is just the cherry on the top."

I feel his hand run down my body and I want to moan. I want him to continue but I can only crock out. "I don't love it."

He stops immediately. His gaze is questioning when I answer. "I didn't love calling anyone daddy. I did it out of spite. I mean wouldn't you when you know that his reputation is more important than my sanity?" Fuck, it's hard to remember but I can't stop. "So, I started calling every man I fucked after that incident, daddy. Some liked them, some didn't. I only felt disgusted after the deed was done."

"Do you feel disgusted now?" He asks raising an eyebrow. I search the disgust to come back. To feel the worthlessness I felt right after they left. But surprisingly-

"No." I'm not disgusted. Not this time. "I loved it."

His eyes lighten up, the grey almost dark. There's a small grin attached to his lips when he says. "So did I."

Without warning, I find myself on my back and with his cock between my ass. I think he entertains the idea of going there but at the last moment, he slams into my pussy, earning a surprising cry from me. 

"So tight." He groans against my ear, giving me a playful bite. "Now daddy's going to enjoy what comes next."

My voice breaks at the way, his hips work. One minute I was on my back and the next I'm looking at a vibrant thing in his hand. Is that a...

"A dildo." He has the grace to chuckle. "I said you'll scream all night and I mean it."

I have never pleasured myself while one watched me. But when he get rids of the cuff and the plug from my ass for me to use the dildo, I can only blindly reach for the thing to touch and feel as it plugs into me. But it's not enough.