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Craig shivers hard, his voice unsteady. “But you have one, Daddy? A knot?” he asks and doesn’t do a good job masking his desire. He looks over his shoulder again. His Daddy was waiting for the question. Gray eyes bore into his, assessing and figuring him out. As if he can know everything Craig needs and wants from just a look. Craig can’t tear his eyes away.
His Daddy doesn’t blink, hasn’t released him, nor let him go. And Craig wants to be known by him.
The moment spins out. He can’t blink. He can’t move. His Daddy has to allow it. “Please?”
“You’re alright,” he says and breaks the connection.
Craig slumps, his skin buzzing, and he wishes he was being held and impaled. He wants to be of service to this man, to give him what he needs. As much as Craig has wanted to give and get his needs met, he’s never let his desires focus on one person, thought of what it would be like to satisfy and do good for his own Dominant. It’s shockingly different. Much more exciting and terrifyingly arousing. He thought he knew what it would be like to finally have a Dominant, but he didn’t.
He had no idea at all.
“Yes, I do have a knot to give you, Craig.”
“I’ll take care of it,” Craig promises and blushes hotly. It’s a sign of trust. That he won’t be made fun of by this man or have his desires used against him. It’s an admission of what he wants and is biologically created to do.
“Yeah, you’re a good boy,” he says, sounding fond. The praise comes so easily from his Daddy, is dispensed generously, and spills through Craig like a drug. What won’t he do to be called a good boy?
His reaction is to blush harder, of course, and to clench on the fingers buried inside him. Craig presses back for more, which gets him a nod of approval and fingers jiggling in his hole, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort that has him crying out and reaching for his Dominant.
“That’s a lovely reaction,” Sam says, pleased, and takes his fingers from Craig’s hole. He moves in closer.
“Now, Daddy?” he mumbles, dazed and throbbing inside.
Sam’s cock is fitted to where Craig is hot and aching, and Craig tries to relax and be receptive, but he’s spasming hard in anticipation, his passage clenched up tight and so uncomfortable he presses his hand against his abdomen.
He needs to be filled up, needs to be opened and thrust into. Those muscles inside need to be forced to relax. He needs come to soothe him, needs a knot to stretch him wide, and—he’s never felt the urge to be dominated so deeply.
Craig thought he knew what it was to want, but he didn’t.
This is what he’d always hoped to have. He whimpers.
All he can think about is being opened, loosened, and filled up with release. That will be his reward.
“I’ll do anything you want, Daddy,” he offers. There’s a mewling sound coming from his throat, and it doesn’t quite register that he’s the one making that high thready noise, so desperately ready that he can’t help it.
“I know. You’re a good boy. Hush now,” his Daddy says, rubbing the head of his cock over Craig’s tight hole again and again, coating it with more release, preparing him endlessly. Sam is just so patient and controlled.
The ability to take his time and wait instead of just pounding into Craig is impressive. He knows it’s good for Sam to wait, that the reward is a submissive who needs more and for longer. He wants to give his Dominant what he wants, wants to be the best submissive his Daddy has ever had, so he takes it and accepts.
He’ll get it. If Craig’s patient for a little longer, he’ll get it.
8
Craig’s aching inside. His hole is already hot, the release working to make sure he doesn’t just want a Dominant but needs one, a burning sensation that he’s heard described as being similar to an itch but worse. He knows how it feels to have an itch one can’t scratch—this isn’t like that at all.
It’s worse and better. Compelling and arousing. And the want he’s feeling, the desperation to have the sensation eased by his Dominant, is becoming all he can think about. There is an answer, and he can have it. His Daddy can make him feel good and make the bad go away.
He’s imagining Sam’s cock rubbing over his rim, sliding in and out, and how good it will be. And now he’s feeling it inside, too, his Daddy’s fingers going in and out of him endlessly, pausing to get more release and then sinking back inside, getting him so slick and open, rubbing it all over his passage.
Craig shifts position, hips going back, the need to find his Daddy’s cock and get it inside him overriding the order to stay still. He whines in need, and his Dominant stops him with a hand on his neck.
“Wait. I’m not done,” Sam orders, and Craig bites his lip so he doesn’t beg. “It’s difficult, I know,” he says, sounding sympathetic. “Tell Daddy how you feel inside. What’s Daddy doing to you?”
“Hot,” Craig confesses.
“Hot,” he repeats as if it’s interesting information. “Hot isn’t need, sweetheart. You won’t get it until you need it. That’s what you want from Daddy, isn’t it?”
“I do want it,” he says and tenses up, half afraid someone is going to come and separate them now that Craig has made it clear.
