Dax (The Theriot Family #4) Read Online Silvia Violet

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Theriot Family Series by Silvia Violet
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
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“Look at me, Travis.” When I did, he licked his lips and moaned. “You taste so fucking good.”

“Can’t you undress? I want to see you too.” And maybe if he was naked, it would be easier to convince him to just fuck me.

“Not yet. I’m not done punishing you.”

How was I going to survive until he finally let me come? “Can’t you just spank me some more?”

“No. Would that really be easier?”

“Yes. No. I’m really not sure.”

My ass ached, and even his smooth sheets felt rough against it. I was going to be so sore when this was over. I would do anything for him right then, anything to please him, to let him know he’d punished me enough and he could let me come.

He blew over my damp cock, making me shiver. I wondered if I could come just from that if he kept it up.

“Don’t move,” he ordered. He slid from the bed and walked around to the nightstand. My legs trembled with the effort of keeping my hips still. I pressed my ass into the mattress, letting the pressure on my sore skin distract me from my throbbing cock. I dug my fingers into the pillow to keep me from wrapping a hand around my shaft. It wouldn’t take more than a few strokes to bring me off. What would Dax do to me then? How much longer would he deny me what I really wanted—his cock buried inside me.

I somehow managed to be still except for the slightest twitching of my hips. Fucking the air did nothing for me, and I was close to tears. I’d do anything to get some friction on my dick.

Dax moved back between my legs with a bottle of lube in his hand. He squeezed some onto me, letting it run down my crack. The cold gel made me jump. My skin was so hot where he’d spanked me. It still burned, and I wondered how long the imprint of his hand would be there. I wanted to see it.

I started to ask him if he could show me, but he pushed a finger into me. I groaned as my ass spasmed around it. I was so ready, so needy. He worked the digit in and out then added another, stretching them wide and twisting them to open me up.

“Please, Dax.” I needed him to go faster, but I knew telling him that might make him slow down. This was my punishment. I should never have left him lying there in bed this morning, but if I had been good, I might never have experienced this, never felt him so focused on nothing but me.

He pushed his fingers deeper. My legs trembled, and I curled my toes into the mattress. When he pressed against my sweet spot, I cried out and writhed.

He just laughed. “You like that?”

“Fuck you.”

He laughed harder and did it again.

“If you keep that up. I’m going to… to come.”

“No, you won’t. I haven’t given you permission yet.”

“How the hell am I supposed to stop it when you’re doing that?”

“Figure it out.”

“Jesus. You really are a bastard.”

“I told you.”

“I want to see.”

“See what?”

“I want to see how red my ass is from your spanking, and I want to see your fingers stretching me open.”

“Goddamn, you really are a fantasy come true.”

“Show me, Dax.”

He pumped his fingers in and out a few more times, then he pulled his phone from his pocket. I hated that he was still dressed, but at least I could see the outline of his cock, hard, thick, and ready for me. I didn’t have to worry that this wasn’t affecting him. He might not be as desperate as I was, but he needed me. He needed to come. Eventually, he was going to have to give me what I wanted.

He positioned his phone, and I heard the click of the camera. He took a few more shots, then he held the phone up so I could see.

I sucked in a breath when I saw the images. They were obscene. I could see the outline of his handprint on one of my cheeks. It was bright red, and the sight of his fingers buried in me, stretching me wide, was captivating.

“You like that? Like seeing yourself stuffed full of me with my handprints on your skin?”

“Yes. So much.”

“Good. This won’t be the last time.”

I shook my head. “No, please.”

He tossed the phone aside and began finger-fucking me again, pushing in so deep. By the time he stopped, I was pumping my hips wildly, ready to cry my cock hurt so bad.

He stood at the end of the bed and slowly removed his clothes, taking care to fold them and place them on a chair. I felt like I was going to come out of my skin. Every time I twitched, he ordered me to be still.



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