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I could follow that new rule he gave me, trusting him to decide.
And Daddy really was perfect, because I didn’t have to say any of that. His eyes softened as he looked at me and he nodded, understanding completely.
“Okay, baby. Breathe for me. Calm yourself down just a tad, and then I’ll let go.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” I panted, sinking into a floating sense of absolute bliss, even without coming.
Or maybe because he wasn’t letting me come yet.
“You’re welcome, baby. And you know what will happen when I let go of your pretty little cock?”
I shook my head, probably looking a lot like a heart-eye emoji as I stared at him and waited for him to tell me.
He surged up over my body and kissed me, his mouth tasting like magic mixed with my own cum. Like the kind of sex I hadn’t even known was possible. The kind where I wasn’t just horny, but in love.
“When I let go of your pretty little cock,” he whispered, pulling back with a grin. “I’m going to flip you over, get you up on your knees, and finish prepping your beautiful hole.”
“And then... and then fuck me?”
I knew the answer was yes, but it sounded so deliciously dirty—me getting fucked, not having to be the one doing the fucking—that I wanted to hear him say it.
Instead, he said something even better.
“No, baby. I’m not going to fuck you. I’m going to make love to my boy.”
Chapter 14
North
My words hung heavy and charged in the air between us. An almost-confession I couldn’t regret, even if I hadn’t fully intended to make it yet.
But the time to talk out our feelings would come later. Right now, I had a promise to keep.
“Ready, sweetheart?” I asked, his sweet cock still satin-coated steel, throbbing in my hand.
“Yes, Daddy,” Owen whispered, his eyes wide and full of the trust he’d already given me.
And maybe, if I wasn’t mistaken, full of something else, too.
“Good boy,” I whispered. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”
I loosened my grip, stroking his cock a couple times just for the joy of hearing those hot little whimpers he always made, then I released him, sitting back on my heels and letting my greedy gaze rake over him as he panted and shivered, his hands still locked above his head as even further proof that he’d been made just for me.
I was a caretaker at heart, but the power exchange was heady. And knowing how well he responded to the rules and expectations I set for him, the way he trusted me to make him feel good, made it that much more potent.
“You can let go now, sweetheart,” I said, reaching for the lube. “Turn over and get up on your knees for me. It will be easier on you that way this first time.”
He rolled over, obeying with such a beautiful eagerness that I could almost hear him begging, please, Daddy.
Fucking Christ. I was almost painfully aroused.
But I was also so in love with him that I ached with it.
The hand holding the lube was shaking as I opened it, warmed it in my hands, then spread a generous amount over his crack, watching his pretty pink hole flutter and wink, his needy whimpers making my cock ache in the same beautiful way my heart did.
I couldn’t wait to be inside him, but I refused to make it anything but perfect for him, so I forced myself to be patient... which was in no way a hardship.
His tight little pucker had already softened enough to slip a finger inside him, but before I did, I stroked him, rubbing and massaging the rim to let him get used to the sensation.