Chapter 14

My words hung heavy and charged in the air between us. An almost-confession I couldn't regret, even if I hadn't fully intended to make it yet.

But the time to talk out our feelings would come later. Right now, I had a promise to keep.

"Ready, sweetheart?" I asked, his sweet cock still satin-coated steel, throbbing in my hand.

"Yes, Daddy," Owen whispered, his eyes wide and full of the trust he'd already given me.

And maybe, if I wasn't mistaken, full of something else, too.

"Good boy," I whispered. "I can't wait to be inside you."

I loosened my grip, stroking his cock a couple times just for the joy of hearing those hot little whimpers he always made, then I released him, sitting back on my heels and letting my greedy gaze rake over him as he panted and shivered, his hands still locked above his head as even further proof that he'd been made just for me.

I was a caretaker at heart, but the power exchange was heady. And knowing how well he responded to the rules and expectations I set for him, the way he trusted me to make him feel good, made it that much more potent.

"You can let go now, sweetheart," I said, reaching for the lube. "Turn over and get up on your knees for me. It will be easier on you that way this first time."

He rolled over, obeying with such a beautiful eagerness that I could almost hear him begging, please, Daddy.

Fucking Christ. I was almost painfully aroused.

But I was also so in love with him that I ached with it.

The hand holding the lube was shaking as I opened it, warmed it in my hands, then spread a generous amount over his crack, watching his pretty pink hole flutter and wink, his needy whimpers making my cock ache in the same beautiful way my heart did.

I couldn't wait to be inside him, but I refused to make it anything but perfect for him, so I forced myself to be patient... which was in no way a hardship.

His tight little pucker had already softened enough to slip a finger inside him, but before I did, I stroked him, rubbing and massaging the rim to let him get used to the sensation.

And to hear the gorgeous little sounds he made. Whining. Panting. Begging me to give him more.

Greedy boy.

Perfectboy.

And all mine.

"I love you, baby," I murmured, the idea of holding it back anymore suddenly feeling completely unnecessary. "You were made for me."

His breath caught and his body went tight, but then I reached under him and wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking him firmly. "D-D-Daddy?"

"That's right. Just like that," I said, finally breaching his hole and starting to work him open. "So good for me."

He dropped his head, letting it hang as little tremors ran through him. "Yes," he panted. "Yes, please. I want to be. I—Daddy."

The second finger made him shout.

When I'd first had him laid out on the bed for me, I'd barely been able to wrap my lips around his cock before he'd shot his load down my throat, but even so, my sweet boy's recovery time was impressive, his already swollen cock getting harder by the second as I worked a third finger inside him, dripping a steady line of precum down onto the sheets.

"Daddy," he whimpered, pushing his ass back and trying to fuck himself on my fingers. "Please, Daddy. Please, do it. Fuck me. Make love to me. I need you."

His words made my cock throb and my heart sing.

"I know you do, baby," I crooned, pumping my fingers into him a little faster. "But you don't have to beg. You can trust me to get you there. Trust me to give you my cock when you're ready for it, and to make sure you enjoy every moment that it's inside you once I do."

He was already trembling, but he gave a broken little sob of agreement. "Yes, Daddy. Please. I'll be good."

"You can't be anything else. You are good. My very good boy. My love. My sweet Owen." I twisted my fingers, making him whimper again. "Do you like this, baby boy? Does it feel good to have your tight little ass stretched?"

"Yes," he breathed, clenching around the intrusion. "Please, Daddy."

My balls were already tight and heavy, my cock aching to give him what he was asking for.

I hadn't been lying when I'd told him he didn't have to beg. But that didn't mean it wasn't sexy as hell when he did it.

"One more finger first, sweetheart." I added some more lube, then slowly pushed three inside him, the tight, silken heat making me groan as I imagined how good it was going to feel gripping my shaft.

"Daddy," he gasped, going tense all over.

"I know, baby. It burns a little, doesn't it? Just breathe through it. Relax for Daddy. You can take it. I know you can. It's going to feel so good once you're ready. I'll take good care of you, baby. I promise."

He whined, nodding, then dropped his chest to the mattress, arching his back and pushing his gorgeous ass toward me in a silent plea for even more.

"Good boy. Fuck, look at you. That's it," I murmured, continuing to finger him, stretching and rubbing and working my way all the way in.

After a few moments, his body relaxed again.

Then I twisted my fingers in a way I'd deliberately avoided so far given how close he'd been to coming while I rimmed him, and tagged his prostate.

His whole body jolted. "Oh! Oh, Daddy. Oh my God! What was that?"

I couldn't help grinning. "That, sweetheart, is pure magic."

That made him laugh in the most breathless, giddy, adorable way as he half twisted around, looking at me with those big, gorgeous eyes of his.

"Everything about you is magic," he breathed out, his whole body glowing with a slick sheen of sweat and his beautiful spirit glowing even brighter.

"Fuck, baby," I rasped, knowing I could absolutely edge him for longer. That he'd take it and beg and glow for me as long as I wanted him to, so perfectly good for me he couldn't help but do anything else.

But I couldn't take it any longer.

I needed him just as much, if not more, than he needed me.

I pulled my fingers out, wiping them on the sheets and then slicking my cock up with a little more lube, determined to give him pure pleasure, without a single moment of pain.

I was going to make him fly.

"Daddy? Now? Please?"

He was panting, his hands clutching at the pillow as I settled between his legs. He spread them wider, making room for me, his hole soft and open and inviting from all the prep.

"Yes, baby. Now," I promised, lining myself up with his entrance. Rubbing my cockhead over the sensitive skin until he was trembling again. And then, finally, pushing inside him.

"Daddy," he gasped when I breached him, the desperate cry blending with my groan.

His ass wasn't perfection. It was better than that.

"Christ, baby. I never want to be anywhere else but inside you," I gritted out, exercising every bit of my self-restraint as I slowly fucked him open with slow, shallow thrusts. "You feel incredible. So fucking good. Do you like Daddy's cock, baby? Does it feel good for you, too?"

"Yes," he cried out, his hole already clenching down around me, his body trembling. "Daddy. Oh my God. I need, I'm going to, can I?—"

"Not yet, baby." I leaned over him to cover his body with mine, kissing his shoulders and neck. "Don't come until Daddy says so."

"Is it, um, is it a rule?" he panted, sounding so hopeful, so lost in his arousal, that it almost broke my resolve to draw out his pleasure.

And mine, too.

"Yes, baby. It's a rule," I confirmed, the words practically a growl.

His answering groan was desperate and needy, his channel clenching and tightening around me as he writhed beneath me, the combination nearly unbearable.

"Sweetheart," I warned, grabbing his hip with one hand and bracing my other forearm on the mattress, giving myself the leverage to finally start fucking him the way we both needed.

"Daddy," he moaned, his voice wrecked, his hands scrabbling at the sheets. "Daddy, please."

"Soon," I promised, my balls tightening up and my entire body tensing. Christ, fucking him felt good.

Nothing had ever felt better.

I knew I wasn't going to last. Not with him. Not like this.

But I also wasn't going to let myself go. Not before I gave Owen what I'd promised him.

I pulled him upright, wrapping one arm around his chest as he twisted his head around to... not so much kiss me, as pant, desperate and hot and needful, into my open mouth.

"That's it. You're perfect. Just like that," I growled, wrapping my free hand around his hot little cock and stroking it hard and fast as I snapped my hips forward. "Come. Come for me, baby boy. Right now."

And just like that, his beautiful, tight little body shuddered in my arms and thenwent still, a broken shout tearing out of him as his cock jerked and spurted in my hand, coating it in his spend as he came.

"Fuck," I swore, slamming home one more time.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

On the fourth stroke, my cock swelled, and then the orgasm ripped through me, a full-body, soul-searing experience as I filled his ass with my cum, giving everything I'd promised him and discovering my own personal heaven when I did.

"Daddy," he said softly, his head lolling back against my shoulder and a sloppy, beautiful, fucked-out smile on his face. "I, um, I love you, too."

"Oh baby," I half-laughed, half-gasped, my balls giving one last spurt as his words settled in my heart. "That's the best news I've ever heard. Move in with me."

His eyes went wide, and I laughed. I hadn't meant to say it, but there were no more barriers between us. My heart was wide open and all his. I could no more hold my feelings back than I could lasso the moon.

I kissed him, cradling his face, rocking my hips gently just to draw out the pleasure a little bit longer.

"I mean it, baby boy," I murmured when I pulled back. "I want you here, in my home, in my life, permanently. Or at least for as long as you're willing to stay."

"Forever," he blurted, eyes shining with everything I'd ever hoped to see in them. "Please, Daddy? I want to stay forever."

"Then that's what you'll do."

He pulled his lip between his teeth, then released it and scrambled around to face me, wincing for a split second as my cock slipped out of him, then wrapping his whole body around mine like he was trying to fuse us together all over again and giving me a smile as bright as the sun.

"Is that a rule?"

"That you'll stay?"

He nodded.

I laughed, loving him so hard my chest ached. "Yeah, baby. It's a rule. I want you to stay with me for?—"

"Ever," he said quickly, as if he thought I might have been about to go with "as long as you want to" again.

Not even close.

He'd already told me that forever was what he wanted, and since it was exactly what I wanted too, I figured if I was very, very lucky, he'd let me spend the rest of my life not only showing him that.

But making his forever just as perfect as he'd already made mine.

The End