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I nodded. “Okay . . . Daddy,” I sighed out breathlessly, relishing the praise, letting it soothe and calm me.

“Good boy.” His hand caressed my skin for a few more seconds before I felt him start to move just a little bit deeper inside me. I was impossibly full, and yet, I loved this with all my being. Sharing this indescribably intimate moment with Henry was giving me life, and I wouldn’t have changed any of it for the world.

I groaned as his fingers spread inside my ass, opening me further, preparing me for his fist. The pressure against my prostate increased, and my cock hardened to the point of pain, begging for release. Mentally, I willed it to wait until he’d made a fist inside me, but physically, I was focused on opening up with ease and calm. We’d done so much research and prep for this, so I knew relaxing my muscles—my entire body—was key to accomplishing this without injury.

I cried out when his fingers spread even wider, and I felt him stop moving for just a moment. Then he heaved a long, deep breath before relaying his next step. “Okay, baby, here we go. Just keep breathing for me. You’re doing so good. You’re so perfect, my sweet boy.”

With that last encouragement, Henry’s fingers started to curl. I felt every inch of him as he closed his large hand into a fist, stretching me impossibly wide, filling me up impossibly full, pressing so impossibly hard against my prostate that I was suddenly coming without warning.

“Oh, Daddy!” I cried out when my untouched dick spurted cum all over the towel as Henry’s fist squeezed inside me. Each flex caused my ass to spasm around him, pushing more cum out of my dick and dowsing the towel. It was possible I’d never come so much.

Or so long. Minutes might’ve passed, and I was still coming, reaching heights of ecstasy I never knew existed. Henry was groaning behind me, and as I came back to myself, I felt the bed moving ever so slightly, then Henry cried out, too.

Knowing I could seriously injure myself if I moved too abruptly with his fist, his wrist, and what felt like half his forearm still inside me, I collapsed as far as my body would allow—which wasn’t far, to be honest—but Henry understood. He slowly extended his fingers, making me call out at the sensation, and carefully dragged his arm then his hand out inch by careful inch.

When his last finger finally popped from my abused and overstretched hole, I collapsed onto the bed, letting my body fully relax.

The bed started moving again, more vigorously this time.

After a few more moments of bliss, I noticed the bed was still moving, so I twisted my head until I could see Henry.

The sight was glorious.

My beautiful, sexy, sometimes submissive but always perfect Daddy was jerking himself viciously, twisting his hand over the tip of his hard, swollen, cum-soaked dick on every pass. His face contorted in pain every time he rubbed over his sensitive tip, but I knew he was loving it. I was too wrung out to join in tonight, but normally I’d take over until he was in so much pain, he’d nearly safeword.

Tonight, he would keep going until he couldn’t possibly torture himself any longer. Because even if I couldn’t physically move right now, I could still command him.

“Keep going, baby.”

“It hurts, Angel Daddy.”

I breathed out a contented sigh, ecstasy swirling in my body, rushing through my veins. “I know, baby. But that was a lot to take, and it hurt so good. So now I want you to hurt for me. Just a little longer, okay?”

He groaned. “Whatever you want, Devil Daddy.”

I quirked a tired eyebrow. “Devil Daddy? I’ll show you devil.” Moving as little as possible, I stretched slightly to reach my phone on the nightstand, gathering enough strength to pull up my clock app, set the timer for two minutes, then set it between us on the bed where he could see it. “Keep going until the timer goes off. And no cheating. Rub that tip on every pass, just like I’ve taught you.” I hadn’t, but he’d enjoy fantasizing about it.

“Fuck!” he shouted, and I knew he’d comply. He lived for this shit. “It hurts so bad, Devil Daddy!”

“You can take it,” I murmured, body still languid but mind clearing. “You’re so pretty when you take it for me.”

For the next one minute and forty-six seconds, I dazedly watched my Daddy suffer for me.

And when he came once more just before his time was up, I fell in love with him all over again, climbed into his arms, and promptly tumbled into the deepest sleep I’d ever had.

***

Henry woke me up the next morning with breakfast in bed and a cool bath and ointment to give my hole some TLC. He doted on me for weeks after that, only letting me carry the rest of my boxes from my house to finish moving in until I had fully recovered. His daily inspections were slightly humiliating—which just turned me on more—and undeniably sweet.

As the weeks went on, I realized I didn’t stress as much anymore. Overwhelm sometimes popped up, but I hadn’t had another panic attack. I was really grateful for that.

I was under no illusions that being with Henry had magically fixed me, though. I still met with Emily regularly, and I was putting in the work. But it seemed finally standing up to my dad unlocked something inside me, allowed me to take some agency back and step into my power. It’d helped my mental health, putting me on the path to healing. And as I gave those feelings that had overwhelmed me space to just be, as I let myself feel them without running away, their power over me lessened.

And I felt like I could breathe again.

Henry had been healing, too, working with Shawn—and then Patrick when he and Shawn didn’t seem to fit well together any longer—on his own path to recovery from his past hurts. Fortunately, he hadn’t heard from Carl since his former friend last called in June, and we were both ecstatic to put that chapter of his life firmly in the past. But if he popped up again, I was now confident enough in our relationship, in my Daddy, to know that he’d choose me without question or hesitation.

Our life wouldn’t be perfect, but we would work through it together. I was young, but I knew in the depths of my heart that Henry was the one my soul loved. I was his, and he was mine, and nothing would make me run away ever again.