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“Yeah, your mouth,” Sam rumbles, nosing at his jaw. “You can suck it better, can’t you? Suck my knot until I come down your throat? Won’t you do that for Daddy?”
Craig sobs and tries to twist in his arms, overwhelmed with some strange mix of gratitude and lust that makes him want to move and take and have more. He lifts a little, too strong, and the cock in his ass starts to slip free, which is the last thing Craig wants. He whimpers and struggles, abruptly confused about what it is he’s trying to do—escape? Get mated?
His Dominant growls, hips thrusting down to trap him, sinking his cock home again, and Craig shudders in relief. He grabs Craig’s hands and pins them to the ground. “I’m not done. Lay there.”
Craig surrenders, a dark warmth spilling through him, prickling over his skin as his ass throbs and squeezes the cock buried back inside him. He wants to promise his mouth, promise to be sore, promise anything his Dominant wants so long as he gets kept. Does this Dominant know everything he wants and feels? Is it part of a test? An evaluation? Has he been stupid to give in so easily and quickly? But how could he have said “no” when this is everything he’s ever wanted?
“I’m scared this isn’t real. That you aren’t really my Dominant. And not… not my Daddy. That this is a trick,” he confesses.
His Daddy is quiet for a moment. “I can’t even imagine what they must have done to you to have you doubt me when my cock is inside you and you’re filled with my come. I’m sorry, Craig. I’m sorry they treated you that way. But I swear to you that you’re mine now. That we’re going to go through this cycle together and that you’re going to be taken care of.”
“What if you don’t knot me? What if they make you stop?” he whispers and sobs against the floor.
“No, honey. Feel me behind you? Inside you? I’m in my cycle, and you’re going to go through this with me. I won’t let anyone take you from me. No one will even try. I swear it.”
“I… they might not want me to have it, but they couldn’t take me from you, could they? A Dominant gets to choose his submissive, right? And once your cycle starts, they can’t interfere with a Dominant and his submissive?”
“Exactly. That’s still true, if that helps you, sweetheart. Yes, that’s exactly right. I need you. I’m a Dominant and you’re my submissive and I won’t let you out of my sight. I won’t let anyone take you from me,” he says. “And more than a submissive, you’re my boy. My good and sweet boy who falls apart and sobs like his heart is breaking, isn’t that right?”
Craig sniffles and rests with his forehead against the ground for long moments, heart pounding but body slow and heavy.
Sam prompts, “You say ‘yes, Daddy.’”
“Tell me again,” Craig whispers so softly that Sam can probably hardly hear him.
“You’re mine. You’re going to stay here, with me, until we’re done,” Sam says. “You’re my boy. I’m your Daddy. Say it now, baby.”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m your boy.”
His Daddy runs his hand through Craig’s hair gently.
Craig whimpers. “When… when will you be done?”
“Days.”
“I have you—days?”
“That’s right. You’re mine. Days on Daddy’s cock. Honey, you’ll be desperate for it to end by the time we’re through.”
“No,” Craig answers, certain. “Daddy, Iwon’t.”
“Shh, you’re mine. No one will take you, sweetheart. No one but me,” Sam says, and has to say it again and again, Craig shuddering under him, mewling and nosing at him for reassurance. And Sam can likely feel Craig’s heart pounding under his touch, so maybe he knows that Craig is terrified this will be interrupted, that he won’t be allowed to submit fully, because his hand stays against Craig’s chest, calm as he waits for Craig to settle down.
His Daddy kisses him the entire time, mouth at his neck and the claiming gland he has there, nose over the bite on Craig’s neck, attentive and soothing.
“Sorry,” Craig finally murmurs.
“It’s okay,” his Dominant says. “You’ve been through a lot. And the first thing that happens when you wake up is you go straight into your cycle. Of course it’s emotional and stressful. It’s okay to question and doubt, Craig. It’s okay to struggle with this. It’s expected. But I’ve got you where I need you, and I’ll make sure you come through this alright. I swear.”
Craig nods and holds on to the idea that he can trust Sam even if he can’t trust anything else. His Daddy. He is still kissing Craig’s neck, still rocking his hips so his cock is stroking over the gland inside.
“That feels good,” Craig says.
“It does. You’re built for this, sweetheart. You’re absolutely perfect. Can you relax a little more? Try for me?”
He tries, and Sam groans and grinds deep. “There you go, good boy. You gave it up there, didn’t you? Taking me deeper, just like I need. You get a little rest now, let your mind drift, and let your passage twitch for Daddy. It feels good.”
“Need your knot,” Craig says, even as the blankness is descending upon him.
