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I got it—Henry’d had a slew of past partners who’d balked at his size as it was. And I knew from glorious, rapturous previous experience that he was a lot to take. But once we’d talked about fisting, it was always in the back of my mind, and I couldn’t let it go.

I reached up to cup his cheek. I needed him to understand me. “Daddy, you are always enough for me. And your dick is the perfect size. I just thought that . . . well, you did buy that open-ended enhancer sleeve, and what better way to prep me to take your fist than to fuck me while you’re wearing it?”

I swore a shudder went through Henry at my words, and I wasn’t mad about it. “Are you sure, Tristan? I would never forgive myself if I hurt you.”

My eyes caught his, and I made sure he could see how serious I was. When his beautiful deep-blue eyes flashed, I was sure he saw the fire of desire in my irises. “You won’t hurt me, Daddy. We’ll take it slow, use lots of lube, and you can take as much time as you want prepping me.” I frowned, considering what I’d just said. “Okay, I take that back. Not as much time as you want.”

He chuckled lightly, shaking both of us.

“Not only do I want to know what it feels like to get fucked after a spanking like that, I need to be that close to you, feel you filling me up after reddening my ass so perfectly.”

I felt his hand slide around to what little of my sore ass was still accessible and squeeze, drawing an involuntary hiss from me. God, that hurt so good. “It is perfect. I will remember the sight of your beautifully bruised red ass until the day I die.”

I flushed, which I’d thought was rare for me until today, then smiled. “You can take a picture if you’d like. Or maybe . . .” Oh fuck, this was good. “Maybe you can redden it for me right before a live stream sometime. I think my viewers would love that—and I think you’d like knowing your marks were on my skin while I was doing it.”

He moaned, seemingly subconsciously, then froze as if a lightbulb had gone off. “Actually,” he started, and I squirmed. This was going to be good. “That’s a great idea. When we’re done here, we should take some pictures for you to post on Daddy’s Boy, show off that ass. I want all your subscribers to see my marks on you. I want to claim you in that way. Will you do that for me, baby?”

I sucked in a breath. “Holy shit,” I breathed before nodding frantically. “Yes, Daddy, I will. But I want to come for you again first.”

He just stared at me, his hand rubbing the skin of my sore ass with the barest of touches as he considered it.

I held his gaze. “I want this, Henry. Please.”

He stared back for a few seconds before nodding. “Okay, baby.” He pressed a quick kiss to my lips before lifting me off his lap and laying me out on the bed, thankfully face down. “First, arnica gel for these tender cheeks. Second, we’ll get you all prepped and ready for me and my sleeve.”

He crossed the room to the far nightstand, where we kept all the toys, lube, and gel—even the condoms we only used lately when we wanted less cleanup. My eyes fell closed, and I heard the drawer open and later close. At some point, though I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, I felt him move back to my side of the bed before sitting down next to me.

“This will be a little cold.” I hissed as a few drops fell to my burning cheeks, but as Daddy gently rubbed in the gel, I nearly purred like a cat. The burning was exquisite, his aftercare sublime.

Once the gel was applied and my ass was on its way to healing—though by no means less painful—I heard Henry unzip his jeans. I twisted my head toward him, the rest of my body still boneless on the bed, and watched as he undressed himself then carefully helped me out of my shirt and pulled my pants and underwear all the way off. I barely had to move, and it was luxurious. Henry was definitely my ideal brand of Daddy.

We were soon both naked, and though the weather outside was chilly and overcast, inside this room, with the Daddy I loved more than anything, I was cozy and warm. Daddy had even turned on the fireplace at some point, probably when I’d been blissed out on the bed while he gathered supplies. The multiple breakdowns today and the spanking had taken a lot out of me.

“Okay, Angel Baby. Can you go up on your knees? Or would it be easier on your back?”

I blinked, trying to return to reality enough to answer him. I couldn’t manage words, though, so I just pulled my knees under me and stuck my sore ass in the air. I was in love with the vulnerable position, one that would’ve been humiliating if I had been with anyone else. Instead, I felt protected, cared for, safe, seen.

Two fingers pressed against my hole, and I sunk further into the fluffy comforter while my Daddy prepped me, my thoughts meandering.

I’d become a camboy because I loved showing off. I adored having men ogle my body and the things I could do with it—it made me feel amazing, and I’d never felt an ounce of embarrassment for my chosen profession. Plus, I was fucking good at it, and there was nothing shameful about human sexuality. People who disagreed could go suck a bag of dicks, and sometimes I wished they would. Maybe it would help them get the sticks out of their asses.

But though I loved being on display for others, I’d missed connection with another human. I’d never wanted to do scenes with other people—it felt inauthentic for me and who I was—so there was always a barrier between me and my audience. Although they saw me, I never felt seen.

Not until Henry.

He saw me, understood what I needed, took care of me, loved me. He put me first, even when I didn’t deserve it, and wanted nothing but the best for me. Henry saw me, and he always had.

And I wanted all of him, forever.

I grunted as Henry slid another finger—his fourth?—into me slowly then fucked me lightly with it. It was a lot, but I still wanted more. My greedy hole was insatiable—which was no surprise to anyone.

“Can you take more, baby?” Henry asked as he inched his fingers out of my hole.

I just nodded, blissing out at the glide over my prostate.

“Adding my thumb.”

Holy shi— I grunted as all five of Henry’s digits pressed at my hole. Though I was already stretched, this was next level, and I had to remind myself to breathe out. As I did, I relaxed, and Henry was able to fit his pinched fingers inside me.