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I help lift him off my cock, and then once he’s bent over, I slide the anal plug into his arse, trapping most of my cum inside him. Some has escaped while we’ve been cuddling, more still in the few seconds it took him to stand and for me to plug him, but I’m sure there’s still plenty of jizz inside him.
Standing, I take his hand and lead him to my bedroom. I leave him at the foot of the bed while I retrieve a pair of leather cuffs from a box of toys at the bottom of my wardrobe. I loop them around the metal poles on the headboard and then lift Wren and lay him on the bed, exactly how I want him—head on the pillows, knees spread and raised. He watches as I lift his left wrist above his head and cuff it and then do the same to his right wrist. There’s a content smile on his face throughout.
I stand and stare at him. He looks stunning, cuffed to the bed, legs parted, with the light blue glass on the base of the anal plug and ‘Daddy’s cum slut’ on show.
“You are my cum slut,” I tell him. “My gorgeous, beautiful, perfect, little cum slut.”
He bites his lower lip and looks at me through his lashes. “Fill me with your cum again, Daddy. Please?”
I retrieve lube from my dresser drawer and put more on my cock, smearing it and cum over my length. I kneel between his legs and lean forward to press a gentle kiss to his lips.
“Come whenever you want, baby.”
I won’t last long. My cock is sensitive as fuck from being inside him for so long. But whether we last for seconds or minutes, it will be intense and beautiful. I grasp his ankles and push his thighs against his chest. I hold his legs in place with one arm so I can remove the anal plug. White cum drips out of his hole, which I plug with my desperate cock. I lean onto his arms, stare into his eyes, and thrust.
His loving gaze locks with mine. His lips part as he groans and pants. His eyelids look heavy, but he doesn’t let them close. He keeps staring at me.
“Daddy,” he whispers before releasing a throaty moan. “Oh, Daddy.”
“I know, boy. I know.”
My balls draw tight. My heart squeezes under the weight of the emotions I’m feeling. I thrust harder. I feel connected to him. Two halves of one whole.
“Daddy.”
His eyes are so beautiful. He’s the most stunning man I’ve ever known. Beautiful, big-hearted. The better half of me. I will always protect him. I will always take care of him. And I will never, ever let him down again.
We orgasm together. Our bodies are shivering and shaking as we gasp and pant. I hold him tightly. His wrists strain against the cuffs. There’s so much cum inside him now that my cock can’t stop it from oozing out and running down his thighs. I kiss him, pull out of him, and inset the anal plug.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
He laughs, which makes the base of the plug jiggle. “I feel gorgeous, Daddy.”
I lie beside him. His cum is splattered on our chests.
“Don’t clean us up yet, Daddy,” Wren whispers. “I want to stay like this for a while.” He rattles the chains attached to the cuffs. “Exactly like this.”
I kiss his forehead and gather him up in my arms, hugging him against my chest. “We can stay like this for as long as you want, baby.” I chuckle. “Who’s your Daddy?”
“You are. And I’ll never forget it.”
Chapter 10
Wren
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One week turns into two and then three and four, which is when I introduce Tanner to my parents. I don’t tell them he’s the guy who should have taken me to my sixth-form prom. I introduce him as my boyfriend, the man who makes me happier than I’ve ever been. They fall in love with him. Dad is especially enamoured, though he’s a Saracens fan rather than a Harlequins fan. Rugby and friendly rivalry give them something to talk about and bond over. Tanner offers to get my parents tickets for any home matches they want to see, which scores him points with Dad, but I’m not sure Mum is quite as thrilled.
A few days later, he introduces me to his parents. They’re welcoming and are quick to tell me I’m the first boyfriend he’s ever brought home. It makes me warm and fuzzy inside. His parents are great and spoil me rotten while we’re at their house. They’re Tanner’s biggest fans, well, aside from me. They watch all his matches, home matches in person and away matches on TV. Before we leave, they make us promise to arrange dinner with my parents too so they can meet them.
The first month of our relationship turns into a second just as easily. I can’t remember the last time I felt this complete. Just being with Tanner makes me happy, whether we’re doing domestic things like food shopping and cooking together, going out on a date to a fancy restaurant or the cinema, snuggling up watching a film, or getting hot and sweaty with each other. The way he takes care of me makes me swoon. Even when we’re apart, he sends me messages to make sure I’m okay. If he knows I’ve had a bad day, he pampers me like a prince. He gives me everything I need and more. In return, I give him what he needs—a submissive boy who’s more than happy to let him call all the shots. I love surrendering myself to him in every way possible. I adore being his boy.
I’ve been building up my tolerance for wearing an anal plug. Now I can wear the smallest plug comfortably for a couple of hours. Sometimes I put it in at work during lunch and wear it until my afternoon break. I text Tanner to let him know I’m wearing it. That I can feel it whenever I sit. My favourite moments are when he calls me as soon as I’ve messaged him. I hide somewhere private while he talks dirty to me. Then he acts like a goofball, making me laugh until I’m no longer turned on so I can go back to work without anyone being any the wiser.
On the nights we can’t be together, we have sexy video calls where we pretend we’re giving each other hand jobs while giving them to ourselves. He leaves me hot and wanting while I get to watch him come. It’s so sexy, going to sleep with my cock hard and aching for him.
We become members at The Library in time for our one-month anniversary. We decide to go weekly, on a Friday, to wind down together at the end of a week of work for me and training for Tanner. It has a very different vibe on a normal night, as opposed to a theme night, but I love it. Every time we go, Tanner humours me for an hour or so by letting me curl up on his lap in one of the wing-backed chairs, reading books I’ve plucked off the shelves. Afterwards, we spend time in the darkroom upstairs, cuddling and touching. I surprise myself by liking being in close proximity to others doing the same thing.
