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Craig’s breath hitches, the sound echoing in the small space.
“Have you thought about that? What effect you have on me?”
Sam tears his gaze away from his boy’s hole and looks at Craig’s face, seeing the tears spilling down Craig’s cheeks because he needs so much. Approval, sex, completion, to know that it was worth it.
Already.
“I don’t know,” Craig whispers.
“Don’t you? You don’t have any idea?” he asks and tries to let Craig see the need building up within him. That this isn’t a normal encounter but something exceptional that’s testing the boundaries of what he usually allows himself.
“No, I—” Craig swallows hard. “Why would I know? They never let me know anything. And I—Daddy, please?” Craig grabs his own cheeks, pulling them open wide again.
“Goddamn, what we did to you, sweetheart. It was cruel to let you keep that come in for so long, wasn’t it?”
Sam’s cock aches, and he presses a hand where the knot bulges, able to feel it tingling and beginning to swell in anticipation because he wants Craig so badly. “Let’s get you on my knot. Do you need anything first?”
“No, I’m ready now. Please,” Craig says, voice unsteady.
“What a gift you are. Everything for your Daddy, isn’t that right?” He’s never been too invested in the Daddy/boy concept before. He’d not been averse to it, of course, but he hadn’t expected it to like it as much as he does with Craig.
The truth is that it’s adorable, fitting for the sensitive submissive he’s currently with, but what really makes it special is what the dynamic means to Craig. He wants to be a boy with an affectionate and demanding Daddy so much that it’s impacting Sam’s dominance.
“What are you going to do about it?” Craig asks, and his chin juts up for just a moment, the first hint Sam has seen of who this man is when he’s not in his cycle.
Sam is pretty sure he likes it. He turns off the water and guides his boy to the bedroom. “Let’s go see, shall we?”
13
Sam pulls down the bedding and urges Craig onto the bed. Craig goes to the middle and, without being told, assumes the most vulnerable position he can: ass up, head down.
“Good boy,” Sam rumbles and hauls Craig’s hips back, chuckling when he squeaks in surprise. He presses his tongue to Craig’s hole, shocked by the heat of him—and the softness.
Craig cries out at the touch, fists the sheets, and tries to wiggle away. Sam smacks him on the ass, and Craig goes still, quiet, trembling like a nervous racehorse.
“Daddy?”
He ignores the hinted-at protest and licks Craig’s hole, so pink and puffy even though they’ve barely even started. A lot of his partners have been shy about getting licked—they’re submissives, and they want to submit. Having their Dominant do an act solely focused on them and their pleasure can be hard to accept.
And, of course, Craig feels the same way.
“I won’t do it for long, baby. But you need to get used to this. This isn’t just for you but for me. I like it.”
“Why do you like it?” Craig asks, voice muffled in the bedding.
“Honestly? Because it starts out sweet, and it will become torture. And I’ll know exactly how you’re doing every time we do this. Right now, it’s pleasant but not as nice as my cock, isn’t that right?”
“Yes.”
“And tomorrow, when I want to lick you again, I bet you’ll be eager for it. You’ll find it soothing. The day after that, you might be protesting again—uncertain, worried. But it’ll be because you’re getting sore, and even my soft tongue and gentle kisses might be too much. And, of course, that also has a certain appeal,” he rumbles.
Craig shakes his head in disagreement, just a quick jerk to the side as he denies it. “If I did get used to it,” he says, whispering, “I wouldn’t want you to stop. If that was something you really wanted to give me.”
“It is.”
“But right now…” Craig hesitates.
Sam waits. “You can tell me.”
