Avery
I paced the room, hoping Felicity and Carter needed to eat quickly and get to the airport. I’d tried to ignore the plug in my ass. And I’d reminded myself that surely the remote couldn’t work from as far away as the overlook restaurant. I’d driven to my apartment—that was uncomfortable as hell. Fortunately Sean wasn’t there, so I didn’t have to explain about my weekend. I grabbed some more clothes and a few toiletries. Then I came back to the hotel and ordered room service. I tried watching a movie as I ate, but every damn time I leaned over to pick up my sandwich, the plug shifted, and I had to fight the urge to pull out my cock and jerk myself off.
I couldn’t decide what was more torturous, working my hips to let the plug rub me like I needed it to, or holding still, sweating as it pressed against me, making me want. It wasn’t even that big. It shouldn’t be so irritating, so hot, so just… there.
Would Graham make me wait even longer to come once he returned? Did some perverted part of me want him to? No. Yes. Ugh. I just needed him here.
What are you going to do in a few days? You’ll be leaving, and he’ll be going back to Charlotte. Then you won’t have a Daddy anymore.
Was there a chance he really wanted more? He’d implied it, but I knew I shouldn’t get my hopes up. I shouldn’t be longing for him like this, not this soon. But what he did to me, not just the sex, but the way he made me feel needed and cherished, was incredible. I’d never really had that before.
My parents weren’t monsters or anything, but they were both workaholics and rarely had time for me. When I told them I was gay, they didn’t yell or kick me out, they just quietly made it clear that having a gay son was socially awkward. Once I left home, I only visited for holidays. They didn’t seem to care that we rarely saw each other, so now, even though we lived fifteen miles apart, I rarely saw them. My sister, on the other hand, visited almost daily with her husband and her perfect children. They were all nice to me when I visited, coolly nice, like they would be to a stranger. It was weird and uncomfortable, and I’d spent last Christmas with Felicity and her mom.
Wouldn’t it be nice if this year… No, Graham was a hot weekend fling. We weren’t going to be more. I was certainly not going to be bringing him to Christmas dinner.
I heard someone in the hall and tensed. Could that be Graham? The door rattled as he pushed in the key. Thank God I wasn’t going to have to wait any longer.
He stepped into the room, and I knelt. I didn’t even think about it. The look on his face when he saw me transformed him from Graham to Daddy, and I simply knew what I needed to do.
“Have you been a good boy?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Did you touch yourself?”
“No, Daddy.”
“Hmm.” He circled me, letting his fingers trail over one shoulder and then the other. I didn’t know what he was looking for. What did he think would give me away if I were lying?
Finally he moved in front of me again. “I’m very proud of you, boy. Stand and strip and then stretch out on your back.”
I’d expected him to turn on the vibrations to see if I could stay in position while he tormented my ass. I’d been scared I would fail him. But now, I was even more nervous because I wasn’t sure what he wanted from me. I didn’t think it would be as simple as getting me in bed and then getting me off.
He watched me intently as I removed my clothes. A few times he moved his hand toward his pocket, and I tensed, expecting him to go for the remote. He laughed at my jumpiness, the bastard.
You love the way he’s teasing you.
I totally did.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, boy?”
“I… I’m not…” I chewed my lip, needing to confess how nervous I was and yet afraid to.
“I told you to tell me everything you’re feeling. I will never be angry with my boy if he talks honestly to me.” Graham got an odd look on his face then, one I couldn’t read.
“I’m afraid I’ll come if you touch me. I want to please you, but I don’t know if I can.”
“That’s good, boy. Daddy is very proud of you for being honest. Eventually we’ll work on you being able to hold off longer on your own.”
Eventually? That word sent my heart racing, because it meant he did want to see me again. “Daddy, if you want me to, I’ll try.”
He shook his head. “I’m going to put a cock ring on you, because what I want is to pleasure you. Yes, I want to push your limits, but I don’t want you so worried about coming too soon that you can’t enjoy what we’re doing.”
“Thank you, Daddy. You’re so good to me.”
“That’s because I want to make you happy. I want to give my boy what he needs.”
I bit my lip to hold in a groan. It made me so hot for him to talk like that.
“Go lay on the bed. I’ll get what we need.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I stretched my arms over my head and spread my legs.
When Graham returned, he smiled. “You know exactly how I want you.”
I loved how pleased he looked.
He held up a black satin sleep mask. “I’d like you to wear this. I want you to focus on what you feel. Is that okay with you?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I knew I’d be safe with him, and with the mask on I wouldn’t constantly be watching for him to reach for the remote. “I think it will make things easier for me.”
“I think you’re right, boy.”
He put the blindfold in place, and I tried to relax, taking deep breaths and shifting until I was as comfortable as I could be when the damn plug in my ass jostled with even the smallest movement. I opened my legs more, and it bumped my prostate, making me gasp.
Graham laughed, and I was glad I had the blindfold on so I couldn’t see his mocking expression.
“Do you need your hands tied?” he asked.
I licked my lips before answering. “Do you want to tie them?”
“Hmm.” His low rumble flitted over me like a caress. I arched up, needing to get closer to him.
“I love how responsive you are.” His praise warmed me, and I whimpered a little.
“No, I don’t want to restrain you. I want you to hold on to the pillow until I tell you otherwise. Can you do that? If not, then ask me to tie you. I do eventually want to see you with rope around your wrists.”
“Really?”
“Yes, baby.”
“Y-you have rope with you?” My voice sounded far too high-pitched.
He chuckled. “No, but my belt would do. You’d look good in that too.”
He cupped my neck and stroked my throat with his thumb. My breath hitched and precum dripped onto my stomach. Graham slid his hands over my chest, stopping to pinch my nipples, which made me squirm. The plug teased my ass, making me desperate to be fucked. I groaned.
“What seems to be the problem?”
“The plug. It’s… I want it out.”
“Do you?”
I wanted to see him, to read what was in his eyes. I took a few shaky breaths. I was so hard, so needy. But I wasn’t sure of what I really wanted. “I don’t know.”
“What if I want it to stay in?”
“Then I want that too.”
“Good boy.” His tone was low and soothing. I sank into the mattress in relief that he’d taken the decision from me. Then he tapped the end of the plug, and I cried out, squeezing the pillow so hard I was surprised it didn’t rip. The sensations seemed even stronger when I couldn’t see. Fuck, he was going to kill me.
He turned the vibrations on before I recovered. I tried so hard not to move, but he teased my nipples and kept increasing the intensity until they were so strong, I couldn’t fight it. I fucked the air as he sucked my nipples. When he wrapped a hand around my cock, I cried out. “Too much. Daddy, please. Please.”
Everything stopped at once. The only sound in the room was my ragged breathing. I could feel him looming over me, but I wanted to see him. All I had to do was let go of the pillow and rip off the blindfold, but I wouldn’t. I was a good boy.
“So beautiful,” he said. He must have bent down, because I could feel his warm breath on my ear. “My beautiful boy.”
“Daddy.” The word came out like a plea, but I didn’t know what I was asking for.
“Just a little more, boy. I know you can take it.”
“For you, Daddy.”
“That’s right. For me.”
I wasn’t actually sure I could take much more. If it hadn’t been for the cock ring, I would’ve come as soon as he’d touched me. I wanted to do this, though. I wanted to please him.
He switched the plug back on, turning the vibrations all the way up immediately. I cried out, writhing, fingers digging into the pillow. I didn’t move my arms, though. It was as if I were truly restrained.
Graham kissed my neck, my chest, my abdomen. He lowered the vibration strength, and I tried to pull in more air.
“I’m going to suck you, boy. And you’re going to stay still and take it.”
The words were low and silky. I wanted to have misunderstood, because there was no way I could take that.
“Daddy?”
He stroked my side. “You can do this, boy. I know you can.”
He didn’t give me any more time to think about it. He took my cock deep, the tip pressing against the back of his throat. Then he worked his lips up and down.
I shook all over as I fought to keep my hips still. Beads of sweat rolled down my face. He took me all the way to the root, and I couldn’t stand it. I fucked up into him. He grabbed my hips and shoved them down, pinning me in place. I fought him. I couldn’t stop myself. Tears rolled from my eyes, wetting the face mask.
“Please, Daddy. Please don’t.”
He let me go, then turned off the plug, but my tears kept coming.
“Boy, are you okay?” His voice was low and gentle.
I tried to speak, but I couldn’t. He took off the blindfold and wiped my tears away.
“I’m so proud of you. You’re such a good boy.”
“But I didn’t stay still. I didn’t—”
“Shhh. You tried your best, and you wanted to please me. That matters more than anything. I know how hard this is for you. Your cock is aching. You’ve been suffering for me all day, and that makes me so happy.”
“It does?”
“Yes, baby. You’re everything I want.” He kissed me as he cupped my face, caressing my cheeks with his thumbs.
“I’ve never cried like this with anyone else. This never… It never mattered this much.” I turned away, not wanting to see his reaction.
“Avery, please look at me.” He used my name, which sent warmth through me. I did as he asked.
“This hasn’t ever mattered so much to me either.”
“Yeah?”
He nodded. “Can you take just a little more?”
Could I? I felt ready to come apart. “Maybe. I’ll try.”
“That’s all I ask, boy.” With those words we were back in our roles, and I was okay with that.
He moved between my legs and tugged on the plug. “Push out.” I did, and he pulled it partway out, then squirted some lube on it. I thought he was going to fuck me with the plug, but instead he traced my stretched rim with his finger, rubbing, teasing. Then he slipped a finger into me alongside the plug.
“Oh, fuck. I… That…”
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes, but… Oh, fuck, it hurts.”
He moved his finger in and out very gently. “Someday, I’d like to put a dildo and my cock inside you.”
“Yes.” The word was out before I even thought about it.
He smiled as he pulled his finger from me. I gasped when he yanked the plug the rest of the way out. I felt so open, so empty. But he coated his hand with lube and pushed his fingers into me. All four of them.
“Burns. It burns, Daddy. So full. Fuck, I’m so full.”
“I know, boy.” He worked his fingers in and out, making slow, shallow strokes.
It hurt, but it felt so good. I needed to come. Needed this. More of this. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He twisted his arm, making his fingers rotate inside me. I groaned, lifting my hips, trying to get more.
“That is so fucking hot,” he said. “We’re definitely going to play more with stretching your ass.”
“Yes, Daddy. I want that.”
He chuckled. “I can see that you do. And I want to please my good boy.”
I felt the sting of tears again. It was almost too much, to be cared for like this.
“Now touch yourself,” he said.
I bit my lip, wanting to protest that I couldn’t take his fingers in me and friction on my cock.
“Trust me to know what you can take, boy.”
Those words were all I needed to know I could do it. I could do anything. “Yes, Daddy.”
I let go of the pillow, flexing my hand to work out the cramps. Then I wrapped my fingers around my cock and stroked, slowly at first, but I could tell Daddy wanted more from me. I gripped myself more tightly and moved my hand up and down, faster and faster. My cock was begging for release. My balls were so full they felt like they might burst. But with each stroke, I moved further into a place where it was all just sensation, I was beyond hurting, beyond need. Everything was okay because Daddy was there, encouraging me.
Daddy pulled his hand from my ass, and I cried out, but then he was stretched over me, his cock lined up with mine. He pushed my hand away and took us both in his hand, working us with a firm grip.
“So good. So good. Daddy. Need you, Daddy.”
“I know, boy.” He reached down and released the ring. I screamed as heat coiled in me. One stroke and I was shooting, crying out because it hurt and yet it was perfect, exquisite pleasure. Daddy came moments after me, his cum landing on top of mine, making me a sticky mess. I loved that feeling, loved being marked by him.
I ran my fingers through our mingled spunk and then licked them clean. Daddy made a low, growly noise.
“Do that again.”
I did. And then he used his fingers to feed me more. “Enough,” he said, when I was only partially cleaned up. “My cock can’t take anymore, not right now.”
I grinned at him. “Did I wear you out, Daddy?”
He scowled at me. “I’ll wear your ass out.”
“Please.”
He lifted his brows and I giggled. “Okay, maybe not right now.”
“That’s what I thought, boy. We’re going to shower, and then it will be time for our spa appointments.”
“They had a slot for me?” I asked, sounding more eager than I’d meant to. I still felt a bit odd about him paying for a spa day for me.
“They’d had a cancellation, so your appointment starts just fifteen minutes after mine. After our massages, we can meet at the hot and cold pools.”
“I don’t suppose these are private pools.”
He laughed. “They’re not. But you should be able to restrain yourself for a few hours. What does it take to wear you out, boy?”
“I’m hoping we’ll find out tonight.”
He rolled his eyes. “Maybe I really am too old for this.”
I sat up and laid a hand on his shoulder. “No, Daddy. You’re perfect.”
He grinned. “Come on. It’s time for me to get my boy all cleaned up.”