Liam
Liam kept the tears at bay until Cash left. He wasn’t going to guilt the guy into caring for him more than just as a “Tommy Replacement” no matter how much he wanted it. He had always been a glass half full kind of guy. For a long time, with his mom’s addiction, he’d lost sight of that, but it was ingrained in him pretty deeply. So he knew, after he gave himself some time, he’d be able to seek out that bright side so that he could hold onto it by the skin of his teeth.
Their relationship was going to be emotionally exhausting but equally rewarding, he truly believed that. He knew he’d made the right decision going home with Cash, he’d have regretted it the minute his head hit the pillow back in the dingy apartment he shared with his sister and his mom if he hadn’t, but he wasn’t quite sure he was ready for the heartache he knew was coming his way.
He knew deep down Cash hadn’t been in love with Tommy, but he had loved him, and Liam didn’t know where he fit in the midst of those feelings. They’d had such a wonderful day, and all they’d done was drive home. It seemed, to him at least, like the trip home had solidified some kind of hope they both carried. He had to remember that Cash had feelings too, and he had to give the man some time to sort them out. Tommy had just left, merely days prior, and here he was, asking for the moon before they’d even really gotten to know each other.
Feeling more positive already, he began to do as much as he could to get himself unpacked without hurting himself further. His phone rang, and he checked it, answering when he saw it was CC. She was upset that he hadn’t called, but when he explained what had happened with the punks the night before and with Cash basically coming to his rescue, she was mollified.
He gave her an abbreviated rundown of their day, sans footsie and edging details, and by the time he was done, she’d brightened considerably and was back to feeling excited for their new adventures to come. He couldn’t blame her. When he thought about the fact that he’d basically left her to fend for herself, guilt plagued him, but he could only do so much to help them both get out of that shit town when he was working three shitty, dead end jobs, unable to utilize any of his career training.
He’d have to talk to Cash about finding a job. He hoped it wouldn’t be an issue. If it would be, that could be a, what was it called, a hard limit for him. He smiled at his mental use of a term like that and continued to unpack and make the room his, as much as possible. When he was done, he sat on the comfy chaise lounge and flicked on the TV, settling in to watch the last half of The Matrix, one of his absolute favorite movies. By the time it was over, he’d grown bored of sitting around and wanted to explore.
He’d never imagined wealth like the kind Cash had, it was the kind written about in romance novels. He laughed at the silliness of his thoughts; he wasn’t exactly a reader of the fluff his sister read voraciously, but he rather doubted that the type of relationship he was beginning with Cash resembled anything like a fairytale romance.
As he walked down the hall towards the double sweeping staircases, he peered over the edge of both sides of the indoor balcony. He took one of the staircases down and just started wandering, unable to understand what one man could do with so many rooms, but equally unable to fault Cash for it, as each room was decorated not ostentatiously but with a comfortable style to it that made one feel at home, no matter which room you wandered into.
He knew, from what Tommy had said, the pool was in the daylight basement, and he hadn’t happened upon a basement door, so he meandered until he found the kitchen. Feeling a bit hungry and not knowing when Cash might be done with swimming or his business calls, he headed to the refrigerator to see what he could find. His eyes bugged out of his head when he opened it to reveal several casserole dishes with instructions written on a sticky note on top of the tin foil covers. One of them said it was for Stuffed Chicken Valentino, so he pulled it out, not knowing what the hell it was, but liking the sound of it.
Setting it on the countertop, he woke his phone, turned on some of his music, and dove in. Expecting some big casserole to be under the foil, he was surprised to see several gallon bags and some smaller sandwich sized baggies. He pulled them out of the dish and picked up the detailed directions and began to make them dinner. Whoever had done the meal had prepared it down to the correctly measured spices in the baggies. He’d never seen such a thing but figured if this was all he had to do every night, he’d take it. He smiled to himself as he remembered the panic he’d been in about cooking and realized he’d lucked out.
Half an hour later, everything was fully prepped and in the oven to bake. He was rather proud of himself. He washed his hands, and wanting to know where everything else was in the kitchen, he began opening all of the cupboards and drawers, familiarizing himself with everything. Pulling out the cutlery they’d need for dinner, he shut the drawer. When he felt Cash’s lips on his neck, he jumped about a mile, the squeak he let out embarrassed the hell out of him. Turning around in the circle of Cash’s arms, he looked up into those gorgeous eyes and smiled a genuine smile realizing that, contract be damned, he’d missed the man, and they’d only been apart a couple hours.
He reached up and scratched his fingers through Cash’s gray beard and loved the deep hum of satisfaction Cash let out. He loved the man’s hair and beard, it was shot through with variegated colors, silvers, gunmetal grays, platinum and steel grays, and even some blacks mixed in. His lips were full, and with his piercing eyes, he’d make a great model for both leather biker gear and suit porn.
“What are you thinking about?”
Liam turned red. “Nothing.”
“Out with it, boy.”
“Suit porn.”
An incredulous laugh escaped Cash, and his eyebrows winged up. “What?”
Liam snorted. “You asked! I was thinking about how gorgeous you are, and how you’d make a good leather biker gear and suit porn model.”
“Suit porn model?”
Liam made a funny noise with his lips and waved his hand in the air to brush his own words away. “You know what I mean. You could go from sexy leather daddy to sexy lawyer daddy and look amazing either way. Your look is versatile.”
Cash tilted his head and only managed a, “Huh,” before he turned and walked to the fridge, pulling out a chilled bottle of chardonnay. He got down two glasses but Liam said, “None for me, thanks.”
Cash raised his brows again, making Liam smile. “I know you’re just about to turn twenty-one, I’m not exactly going to be throwing huge parties here, but I’m happy for you to enjoy some wine and an occasional beer with me, Liam.”
Liam had vowed to never drink a drop of alcohol when he saw what it had done to his mother. He shook his head, keeping that info to himself. “Thanks, but I’ll stick with water.”
Cash looked at him and said, “Whole milk with dinner, boy.”
Liam smiled. “Trying to fatten me up again, Sir?”
Setting the bottle of wine down after uncorking it, Cash turned to him, leaned against the counter behind him with his legs spread, crossed an arm over his chest and beckoned him with a crook of his finger. Liam moved forward into Cash’s space, standing between his legs. Once there, Cash pulled him flush against his body.
“You’re absolutely stunning, Liam, but I don’t think you’ve been eating well, or nearly enough. And while you’re not malnourished, you are very underweight. I want my boy healthy and happy, so yes, I’m going to continue to try and fatten you up, as you put it. Do you have an issue with that?” Cash’s voice grew concerned as if just thinking of a possibility and not liking it, his face stern. “Were you trying to lose weight?”
Liam shook his head quickly. “No. It’s just… The three of us have had a tough go of it for a while, that’s all. But things were finally starting to look up, so I felt comfortable leaving them both to come and be with you,” he rubbed his hands up and down Cash’s chest. “To see if you were too good to be true.”
“And am I?”
“I dunno. Jury is still out on that one.”
Liam snickered when Cash gave his ass a pinch. “Get your wine, I’ll grab my milk like a good little boy and set the table.”
He laughed at Cash’s growl and went about pouring milk and getting everything ready for them to sit and eat. When he brought the napkins and cutlery over to the table, he saw two contracts sitting there, and reality settled over his shoulders, making them slump just the smallest bit. He took a deep breath and set the table, unwilling to let the contract bother him.
He’d find a way to make it work, but if for some reason he couldn’t, he’d leave the moment he realized it. He wouldn’t stay somewhere he wasn’t truly wanted, and he couldn’t stay with someone that could never love him the way he needed and wanted to be loved. It wouldn’t be fair to either of them. He steeled his spine and turned around, knowing Cash had his eyes on him. He smiled and felt saved by the bell when the oven’s timer went off.
Filling the uncomfortable silence with inane chatter, he pulled the food out of the oven and went about plating everything, including a side salad he’d added to the mix himself. Cash helped him carry everything over and they sat down. They chatted about Cash’s emergency at work, and when he let more details out, he couldn’t help but ask questions to find out more of what his people were doing to fix the issue.
He’d always been interested in figuring things out. Computers, coding, software, apps, websites, and security, all of it intrigued him. His high school had a partnership with a local community college, and once he’d been approved for the program, he’d taken enough courses to earn both his high school diploma and his Associate’s Degree in computer science.
Cash sat back and said, “You wanted to find a job using your degree, right? I’m sure we can find you something at Daddy Kink, Inc.”
Liam shook his head. They weren’t going to go down that road. “No, thank you, Sir.”
Cash looked insulted when he asked, “What do you mean, no thank you? I’m a good boss, we have great benefits, you’d be paid what you’re worth. Why would you turn that down?”
Liam look down at his lap, fiddling with the napkin there. “Because I don’t want to mix up business with pleasure, and I don’t want favoritism. I want to earn a job with my skills, not because I’m in a sexual contract with the owner.”
Cash growled. “It’s not a sexual contract. It’s just a document detailing out what our relationship boundaries are.”
Liam shrugged. As far as he was concerned, it was a sexual contract, and for the time being, he was all right with that, but he wasn’t going to church it up and call it a relationship when the word clearly meant completely different things to Cash than it did to him. “Regardless of agreeing to disagree on the meaning of the contract or document, I won’t work for you.”
“Liam, let’s talk about this. My company can always use help in that sector, but in addition to that, I don’t have any boys working for me. You’d be able to help me figure out what was missing from the app from a boy’s perspective.”
A rush of warmth wended its way through Liam and he smiled. “That would be great. I mean, I love the app, but yeah, I have a few suggestions, and I’m sure I could come up with more. But I’ll give you those for free. I can just write them down or something, I dunno. But I don’t need to work for you for that. I didn’t bring it up so you’d give me a job. I brought it up so you’d know I was going to start applying and might have interviews and all that.”
Cash looked at him as if he couldn’t fathom such stupidity, but he stood his ground. When the man finally sighed, relenting, Liam felt better. That was, until he said, “Let me make a few calls to see what jobs are out there. I have some friends and acquaintances in the business. I’ll see what I can do.”
When Liam tried to speak up against that idea, Cash interrupted him, “You’ll have to earn it yourself with interviews and what have you, it’s just a leg up. In this town, it’s all about who you know. And as much as I’m not a fan of the limelight, I have a certain amount of clout in the technical and fetish communities in Boston. Don’t reject my help out of pure stubbornness, boy.”
Liam sighed and relented, knowing Cash was right and knowing the sooner he got to working, the sooner he’d be able to send money back home. Finally, he nodded, and they put the leftovers in the fridge and cleared their plates away, leaving them for Cash’s housekeeper to handle in the morning. Cash gathered up the contracts and a couple pens, and they took them into a lounge room of some sort, Liam had no clue what else to call it, maybe a family room, he wasn’t sure. It was so luxurious it seemed like everything he knew about home interiors had flown out the window.
All Liam knew was, there were a lot of overstuffed chairs and a couch. When he sat on the couch with Cash, he couldn’t keep a groan from escaping. It was, hands down, the most comfortable couch he’d ever sat on. He could imagine himself falling asleep there if they stayed too long on the sumptuous cushions. He sighed and curled up into the corner pillows, unable to keep himself from doing so.
Cash chuckled at his reaction. “Right? It’s my favorite place to sit in the house. Well, this and the library. I very nearly replaced all the other couches in the house with more of these but figured that was a bit over the top, and my interior designer would have been furious after all the time he spent on setting this place up. But I did manage to convince him to put one more of them in the library for me.”
Liam’s curiosity got the better of him as he gazed around. “Is all this from the app?”
Cash smiled and nodded. “Yeah. I mean, I had another startup with a partner when I first graduated. We’d made big plans while we were in school. I’d taken out a loan for my portion of the business, and he’d come with his own money. I lost interest pretty fast and wanted to move on to other things. He bought me out and made good on the intellectual property of my portion of it, and that set me up pretty well to get started on Daddy Kink, Inc.”
“What gave you the idea?”
“I’d grown an interest in the fetish community after graduating from college, and the more I learned about it, the more I wanted to start a business in it. I was still wrapping up the legalities of my other business while I learned all about Daddies, which is what gave me the idea, and I started to do a bunch of research and couldn’t get it out of my head. The rest is history.”
“Was it successful right away?”
Cash chuckled. “Hell no. It was a struggle. I had all these ideas and had interviewed so many people in the community. It’s the reason I didn’t call the app Daddy Kink or something Daddy specific; it’s such a small subset of the kink community. I had to make it broader reaching and appealing to both Doms and subs alike.”
Liam hunkered down into the couch even more, and Cash grabbed his feet, putting them on his lap and rubbing the tops of them, warming them with his hands. “But why an app?”
“I didn’t want a club, and I didn’t want to sell things to clubs like toys. That wasn’t where my passion was. I was all about technology. I wanted to find something to draw people into their local fetish communities. To bridge a gap.”
Liam sighed, his feet finally feeling warm, his mind and body content. He wanted to learn everything there was to learn about Cash, and he loved that the man was willing to answer his questions. “So why the ‘boys’ club?”
Liam used air quotes around boys to get his point across, and Cash chuckled. “Most of the clubs I was a member of were gay clubs, and while there were some gay female members at the time, it wasn’t as diverse, it was more male dominated. So, I focused on what I knew. It’s why it’s not just an app, it’s a platform for clubs, a way to digitalize their memberships.”
“What gave you that idea?”
“I kind of happened upon the community by porn, like you, and like most gay men. I didn’t have a lot to go on, and I had to dig pretty deep to see what clubs were around me locally. It was frustrating, and sometimes like pulling teeth. I wanted to fill a void I’d struggled with myself.”
“So it took a while to take off?”
Cash nodded, moving on to massaging his feet, and Liam’s eyes nearly rolled back into his head. “I learned where the heavy fetish hitters were all over the country and went club to club showing them what I had to offer. It took a solid year to get a couple of the bigger clubs signed on, but after that, things started snowballing, and I had to hurry to catch up. People wanted more options, they wanted things outside of clubs as well, so I had to do a shit ton of scrambling to hire enough people to keep up with demand. It’s also grown internationally, which isn’t something I’d ever expected to happen.”
Liam nodded. “Well, I’m grateful for it. I wouldn’t be here otherwise, and I’m sure I’ll have a gazillion questions later.”
Cash smiled and nodded. “I’ll tell you anything you want to know. You wanna look at the contract now?”
Liam nodded, figuring they might as well. He nearly lost his mind when Cash put on a sexy as fuck pair of glasses he’d pulled from god knew where. Goddamn but he loved a gorgeous, older man in glasses. His cock got hard, and he had to cover the evidence with the contract Cash handed him. They chatted for a few minutes about the contract, and Cash did his best to ease his mind about it, obviously aware of his tension.
In the end, it wasn’t that bad. There weren’t that many pages of the document, and when they were done, though Liam still thought of it as a sexual contract, he admitted to himself there really hadn’t been that much of a sexual focus. It had gone over his daily chores in the house, which were the same as Tommy had told him to expect. It spelled out that he would sleep in a separate room and there was a spot to fill in for hard limits. They were both very happy to agree that no bodily fluids, short of saliva and semen, would be entertained. Cash wasn’t into pain play, so the most he would have to endure were spankings as punishment. Frankly, he was looking forward to that.
Cash, in the last month, had hired a new personal chef that came in once a week to prep their dinners for them for the week, and all they had to do was put the ingredients together and cook it. Liam was to handle breakfasts going forward, and as they both may be working, they’d fend for themselves for their lunches.
Cash was adamant that he would pay for everything. He felt very strongly about providing financially for Liam. Liam only signed off on it because he wasn’t going to be kept from working. Cash had stipulated he could have a forty hour a week job, no more, but that his money was his to save. Liam would have a credit card set up for him to spend Cash’s money for anything and everything he should need.
Liam would have refused, but he knew the more he sent home for his sister and contributed to her savings account for school, the better off she’d be. He was going to get her damn near as close as he could get her to graduating loan free, if he had anything to say about it.
The contract called out reasons for punishments, which basically came down to him not following the rules set out within the contract, which he’d already memorized before they’d even met. The contract itself spelled out that they would be exclusive with each other, and that both of them would get tested for any sexually transmitted infections or diseases, and when they’d both gotten the all clear, they’d forgo the use of condoms.
It also pointed out that when they were in a pseudo incest role play scene, they’d use different names for each other to signify the begin and end of a scene. That particular one revved his engines right up, and he had to adjust himself then move into a different position so he wasn’t uncomfortable and could avoid becoming completely embarrassed about it if it became obvious to Cash.
Cash either hadn’t noticed, or was nice enough to pretend he hadn’t noticed, as he moved on rather quickly, wanting to talk about Liam’s sexual preferences and experience and what fantasies he had so that Cash could be sure to fulfill them. At that point, Liam’s face was aflame. They sat in silence as Cash waited him out, and when he tried to speak, nothing came out. Several attempts later, he said, “I don’t know.”
“What do you mean, you don’t know? You like all of it?”
Liam shook his head then met Cash’s eyes. Finally, he said, “I like kissing and foreplay.”
Cash smiled at him and asked, “All right, what else?”
“I like giving head, and…um, I obviously like receiving it.”
“Yes, I know how much you enjoyed receiving it. What’s your favorite sexual position.”
“I don’t… I haven’t…” He cut himself off, shaking his head and finally glanced back up. “I don’t know, yet."
The surprise on Cash’s face caused more humiliation to course through his body, so he dropped his gaze to his lap. But he was only allowed to hide for so long. “Liam, look at Daddy.”
He’d never be able to deny Cash anything when he used that tone. Gazing up into those gray-blue eyes, he waited, breath held. “Baby, are you a virgin?”
He nodded and let out a relieved breath that he’d finally admitted it. Jesus, how humiliating was that? Twenty years old, nearly twenty-one, and still a virgin. He kept his gaze locked on Cash’s and finally saw his expression slowly change from shocked to confused then ending up at arousal. Really? His heated gaze made Liam’s insides go all gooey, and he did his best not to fidget or look away.
Cash’s voice was hoarse when he asked, “Are you ready to sign the contract? We can add in the sexual preferences later.”
Liam’s eyes popped wide at Cash’s gruff voice and nodded. Cash signed his copy, and Liam signed his. They swapped and signed each other’s contracts so they both ended up with a copy.
Cash grabbed Liam’s contract and tossed it on table with his own. “Come here.”
Liam moved up on his knees to get himself off the cozy couch, but instead of being allowed to stand up and move closer to Cash, Cash clasped his waist and lifted him up, pulling him down so that he was straddling him. Cash’s voice was rough when he asked, “Do you want me to be your first, beautiful boy?”
Liam nodded slowly. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Your pretty, little virgin hole is going to be so tight on Daddy’s cock, isn’t it?”
Liam’s mouth opened, and he panted as Cash pulled his hips to grind against the bigger man’s. “Yes, Daddy.”
“I can’t wait to feel it, boy. Come on, let’s head upstairs to get started on that, shall we?”
He would have nodded and gotten to his feet, but Cash stood with him still in his arms, gripping his ass cheeks in his huge palms. Liam wrapped his legs around Cash’s waist and crossed his ankles to lock himself in place. Cash began to walk him towards the front of the house towards the staircase, and Liam couldn’t help but sigh and settle in to enjoy the romantic ride.
Finding his forehead in the crook of Cash’s neck and shoulder, he kissed him there. When he did, he felt Cash stiffen then grip his ass tighter, so he got bolder and licked his neck. That elicited a groan and a softly muttered, “Mmm, baby boy.”
Feeling braver as the seconds ticked by, he licked again then sucked, loving the litany of curses falling from Daddy’s lips. Finally, he bit down on sensitive skin just enough to get a growl from Daddy, who reached one hand into the back of his pants and gripped his ass, delving a finger into his cleft, as he pressed on his tiny, puckered hole.
Liam whimpered and groaned, and Cash continued his ministrations as they went up the stairs, Liam’s weight seemingly barely noticed by the man. When the tip of one finger dipped in, ever so gently, Liam couldn’t keep himself from crying out a breathy, “Yes, Daddy.”
He flexed his hips in Daddy’s hands, rubbing his hard cock against his abs. He knew Daddy’s finger wasn’t very far inside of him, but he felt so wonderfully full nonetheless, a feeling like he’d never felt before. Sure, he’d used his own finger many times, but it always felt awkward, and he never pushed too deep.
One of his fingers was no match for one of Cash’s, and his cock was leaking at the difference he could feel. He held onto Cash with all his strength; legs crossed, heels digging into Daddy’s ass, grinding his cock as hard as he could against the solid man between his thighs. His plaintive cries coming out before he could stop them, until he heard Daddy’s whispered words, “Shhh. Shhh, my beautiful boy. Stop now. There’ll be no coming until Daddy says so. Is that understood?”
His whole body shuddered, and he whimpered, nodding into Daddy’s neck. “Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s my good boy.”
“You’re gonna have to let me go if you want Daddy to make it better for you.”
Liam opened his eyes and realized they were in Cash’s bedroom. His heart sped up, and he let his arms loosen as he unhooked his feet and slid down to the floor while Daddy kept a firm hold on him. Standing there, looking up at an equally flushed Cash, he bit his lip, not knowing what to do or what Cash expected of him.
“Arms up.”
Liam breathed easy, understanding that Cash would always make it clear what he wanted and needed, and he would always take care of Liam. He shouldn’t have had any doubts. Lifting his arms, Cash pulled his shirt off. When he kneeled, Liam couldn’t help but reach out and run his fingers through Cash’s thick long bangs. Before he knew it, he was naked and Cash was standing.
He ghosted his fingers over Liam’s abdomen, his bruises dark and ugly looking. Trailing his hand down to his hip, Cash walked around behind Liam, his soft caress never stopping as it trailed from his bruised and battered hip to his back. He was still a mess. Cash clasped his hand and walked them over to a huge mirror leaning up against the wall. The frame a dark mahogany wood, a foot wide around the rectangular mirror.
A thrill went through Liam when he realized the mirror had been placed there specifically for him because he’d been there hours before to take a bath, and it hadn’t been there at the time. It was the first time he’d been able to fully see himself since the attack. Cash stood behind him, at least half a foot taller and laughably broader. He looked like a child standing in front of his daddy, and he reveled in how much it turned him on. Regardless of how wrong others would think it was to view it like that, to be turned on by that, it wasn’t wrong for them.
He met Cash’s gaze in the mirror. And watched as his hand went to his bruises again. “Are you hurting?”
He nodded and saw the concern on Cash’s face. He smiled softly and pulled Cash’s hand down to his rigid length and said, “This is where I’m hurting, Daddy. Will you make it better?”
The concern melted into desire as Cash wrapped his hand around his cock and balls, kneading, stretching, pulling, tugging. He watched as Cash leaned down and bit his ear, knowing watching it in the mirror had only heightened how it felt. Shivers made their way from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, and he reached back to grip Cash’s hair, which was quickly becoming an obsession.
Cash smacked his bottom just enough to get his attention and told him to crawl up on the edge of the bed. He felt vulnerable and alive and his skin prickled with goosebumps as he turned and made his way to the enormous bed behind them. He crawled up onto the mattress and kneeled there. Cash came up behind him and pushed him forward. “Hands and knees. I want to see your pretty pucker.”
“Ohmygod.” Doing what he said, he hung his head in embarrassment. He’d never had anyone look at that part of him before. Cash pushed his shoulders down. “Lean your right cheek on the duvet. That’s a good boy.”
Opening his eyes, he gasped when he realized there was another mirror attached to a gorgeous dresser. He met Cash’s eyes in the mirror, and that devilish smirk on Daddy’s face made him suck in a breath. He watched as Cash leaned down and kissed his left ass cheek then bit it playfully, eliciting a groan from Liam.
He watched, entranced, when Cash undressed down to his boxer briefs, which were tented in a way that made Liam’s mouth water. “Close your eyes, boy.”
He did so immediately and heard cloth brushing against cloth on the bed then a drawer open and a chuckle that followed. He found it hard, in the wake of that amused happy sound, to keep his eyes closed, but he did. “Looks like Tommy left us a bunch of new toys and fresh lube. Nope, don’t look. Keep those eyes shut and rest your weight on your elbows, head facing forward.”
He did what he was told, unsure if he was doing everything right, but Cash didn’t correct him. He smiled to himself remembering a conversation he’d had with Tommy about not having any toys. Tommy had said he’d have to rectify that, and it looked like he had. “Open your eyes. See how beautiful you are.”
When he did, he was looking at the last thing he’d expected to see, yet another reflection of himself, staring back at him. “Holy fuck.”
He looked to the side of the bed where Cash was standing, and he looked behind himself, into the other huge mirror he’d just been standing in front of moments ago positioned directly behind his spread thighs and his ass was on display, not only for Cash, but for himself as well. He whimpered at how blatantly sexual he appeared in that moment, and instead of being embarrassed, he felt powerful, desired, and beautiful.
Cash put a couple fingers in front of Liam’s mouth. “Suck.”
Liam obeyed and got them as wet as he could, knowing he’d need it. Cash reached for his ass, and the slickness of his fingers nearly did him in. He rubbed it around his cleft and against his hole in soft tantalizing touches. Then pulled his hand back and said, “Don’t look away. Look at my pretty boy’s ass. Look at that tiny little pucker. Can you flex it for Daddy? Bear down a little and open up for me.”
He did what he thought Cash wanted, and his cock dripped precum onto the bedding when Daddy spread his cheeks apart, moaned, and said, “Oh fuck, baby. I can’t wait to get in there. Look how pretty you are. Look how perfect.” He released one cheek after giving it an affectionate squeeze then rubbed his fingers up and down his crease, never putting enough pressure where Liam wanted it.
It was like watching a porno. He felt more turned on than he’d ever been in his life, and in the last twenty-four hours, he’d been pretty fucking turned on. This was his porno…correction, this was Daddy’s porno, and damned if Liam wasn’t going to make sure he performed well for him.