Page 44 of Unfettered

With the name only he's allowed to call me on his lips, and the squishy, confusing, and safe feelings Connor gave me running through me, all I can do is hold onto my Love and trust he's here to catch me.

For the first time in…maybe ever, I feel as if I might not be so alone. And that's thanks to the man in my arms, and the one who called me Little Bird, and looked at me, not as if I was broken, but as someone worthy.

And that's a gift I'll always cherish.

Maybe I can actually do this. With Lio…and Connor by my side.

Waking up in the same bed as any of my lovers is a boon, but when it’s Sandro? My Sweet Boy stripped of all his defenses, his worries cast from his mind as he blinks open his bright blue eyes… It makes me want to take him apart, and see how relaxed I can make him with my mouth and my cock. Sadly, there are other pressing things I need to take care of this morning, afternoon, whatever fucking time it is. Everyone’s schedules are fucked, and when it comes to catching sleep whenever you can, time becomes irrelevant.

Reaching out, I brush the dark hair away from Sandro’s face, enjoying the way he tilts into my touch, silently begging for more.

Leaning in, I kiss him, soft and sweet, the bite of promise and more to come there in the give of soft flesh beneath my teeth. He gasps and reaches for me, but manages to stop himself at the last second, his fingers hovering over my arm.

I grin as I pull away. “You can touch me, Sweet Boy. In any and every way. I’ll let you know if I don’t want it, or if I want you to hold still and let me play with you.”

He flushes, desire filling his eyes, and I hate having to deny him. My Sweet Boy has more than earned a reward for being so good. But…there are important things I need to take care of before I can lose myself in the pleasure of taking Allesandro apart.

Setting a hand on my face, he touches me softly, reverently, as if he doesn’t understand how he gets to have the pleasure of this…of me.

He leans in to kiss me, slow and gentle, mapping every inch of my mouth, but not asking for dominance. He submits to me easily when I roll him onto his back, laying between his spread legs.

“Daddy has a meeting he needs to get to, Sweet Boy,” I tell him when the kiss breaks.

Need fills his eyes as he looks up at me, and I grin as I rock against the hard cock pressing into me. “I quite like having you so desperate and needy for me,” I confess, dipping my head to nip at his lip before trailing my mouth lower.

He tilts his head, allowing me access to his throat. Such a vulnerable position for him to be in with a predator like me, and I take full advantage, biting him until the imprint of my teeth leaves a lasting mark.

Sandro arches up into me and I shove him back down, reminding him who’s in charge. Looking into his eyes, I let him see how much enjoyment I take from him being so needy.

“Daddy…” he begs.

“Mmm, not yet, Sweet Boy. I don’t think you’re that desperate for my cock yet…”

“Please…Daddy. Let me have your cock. I’ve been so good.”

“You have, that’s true. You’re my good, sweet Boy, aren’t you?”

He nods. “Yes. I…I love being your good Boy, Daddy.”

Something in his words hits me deep in that place, the one reserved for those who have managed to capture my dark heart. As I stare at Sandro beneath me, his lips kiss-swollen, his eyes wide and blown with desire, and his hard cock pressing against mine, there’s nothing I want more than to dive in and take him, but…

“I really do need to go to my meeting, Sweet Boy. It’s important.”

He deflates, but doesn’t let his disappointment show. “Okay, Daddy.”

I kiss him softly. “I’m not turning you down. When I’m gone, I want you to think about all the wicked things you want Daddy to do to you. I want you to think about how it’s going to feel when I slide my cock between your lips, how you’ll choke so beautifully for me. Because eventually, I’ll ask you what you want, and I expect an answer, Sweet Boy. Daddy is going to take you apart, but he wants to know what you want first.”

He gasps and his hips buck, eyes fluttering closed as just my words take him to the edge of pleasure.

Leaving him is hard, but this needs to happen, so I can make good on my promises and give him everything he needs.

Sandro is pliant underneath me, letting me take his mouth and rock against his cock, even though I’m sure fighting back his orgasm is killing him, but he’s my Sweet Boy for a reason. So good and moldable, perfect for someone to take advantage of, but I’m not just anyone. I’m his Daddy, and I’ll always make sure he’s protected.

One last kiss and I pull away, but not before I press a firm kiss to his forehead, knowing how much he loves it. I grin wickedly when he groans, the simple kiss more erotic for him than anything else I’ve done to him thus far.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can, Sweet Boy.”

He blinks at me as I pull a suit from his closet—at this point, my clothes are everywhere, with how spread out all my lovers are. “Take your time, Daddy. I need to visit Cristian, and see if he’s woken up again. Or maybe I’ll go bake something for Jude and his Boys? If Roman and Carter are with Cristian. Yes, that might be better… I don’t want to step on anyone’s toes.”