“Good boy. Sleep now. Daddy’s here.”
Graham lets the darkness come for him again, welcoming it, and it feels like he’s sliding downward into tired comfort. Colton is close behind him, telling him how good he is.
Everything is perfect.
20
Eventually he wakes up and knows he’s going to stay that way. He’s been out for awhile. His eyes are crispy with dried tears.
He tries to take stock of himself. His pecs are fine, his cock is heavy but not sore, and his ass… oh god, his ass. He closes his eyes and concentrates on the plug inside him. How it feels. He moves his hips, wondering if he might be sore, even a little bit.
He’s not. He’s fine.
It’s depressing. He wanted to feel it all day. Wanted to limp and wince and know that everything he felt was because Colton had needed to use him. He’d submitted and was good.
His phone is charging on the bedside table and he presses the button to see what time it is. It’s ten in the morning. But the date is wrong. It has to be. Has he really lost twenty-four hours? Been asleep and fucked so much he has no concept of time?
How ridiculous! He laughs.
Hearing himself laugh is odd. He can’t remember the last time he did that. He sits up and has to admit that even though he can’t feel how well his Dominant used him, he is happy. And today is going to be a great day!
He needs to thank his Dominant. His Sir. No, his Daddy. Ugh! His heart flutters in anticipation. He is embarrassingly giddy. Happy in a way he hasn’t felt since he joined the military and got a designation.
Colton isn’t in bed but is in the kitchen. Graham waits in the doorway until Colton looks over at him. The smile he gives Graham makes his cheeks go pink and he has to look down and away. “Morning.”
“Good morning, baby. You want to have breakfast?”
“Bathroom first?”
“Are you asking permission?” Colton asks him, brow raised and a smile on his mouth.
“Yes, Daddy.” It’s the right thing to say. Easy.
“Don’t you look well rested and happy. Suits you, sweetheart. Go ahead. Then come back to me.”
Graham goes to the bathroom, splashes water on his face, the cuffs clinking gently. He brushes his teeth with the toothbrush Colton left out for him and then drifts into the kitchen and drops to the cushion Colton points him toward.
It’s right next to Colton’s chair. His plate of breakfast is already sitting there.
Colton sits down at the table and bends down to give Graham a kiss on the mouth. He runs a hand through Graham’s hair and then touches his lips with his thumb. “You look so soft and fuckable, baby. You drained my cock dry, honey. I’ve never come so hard or well in my life. You gave that to me. Thank you.”
Graham can only nod and try to blink back the tears that are suddenly rising up within him.
Colton gives his attention to the food, taking a bite of the omelet. Then he feeds a bit to Graham, alternating bites between them. Then there’s several pieces of bacon for them to split. Then strawberries and grapes. All of it fed to him by hand.
“How do you feel?” Colton asks after helping him drink a glass of water.
“Amazing.” He yawns. Okay, maybe somehow he’s actually tired, too? Now that he’s eaten, he might like a nap.
“Think you need another twelve hours or so, and then you’ll be back on a normal schedule.”
“What do you mean?”
“You were so imbalanced and deficient that now that you’re getting your needs met, your body is frantically trying to heal itself from all that time you weren’t okay. It’s making you tired. Look up at me.”
Graham obeys.
Colton peers into his eyes. “Your pupils are dilated more than normal.” He puts two fingers against Graham’s neck and then withdraws his hand. “Your pulse is a little slow, too. But your glands aren’t swollen anymore and that’s massive.”
