Chapter 12

Twelve

CALLUM

I barely focused on the TV screen, I was so entranced by Mouse. For once, his body was relaxed. It took a moment like this for me to recognise that Mouse was constantly in motion. Be it his fingers tapping some unheard tune or his feet shuffling, he was never still. I brushed a few dark strands of hair away from his face, running the smooth strands through my fingers as I swept them behind his ear.

Things had moved a lot faster than I'd planned. I'd wanted Mouse to get used to the idea of me taking control, being his Daddy, but it seemed that wasn't going to be our way. Balls to the wall and buckle in would be more suited. That didn't mean I wasn't going to make sure everything we did benefitted Mouse, even if he didn't see it at the time.

A chuckle bubbled in my chest as the reality of our situation, of what we could be together, seemed so logical and right. The first time he'd uttered "Daddy" I was so fucking gone. I wanted to mark him, claim him as mine and mine alone. The intensity of that feeling scared the hell out of me.

How long had it been since I'd had a play partner who made me feel like this? I hated to admit it, but Doc had hit the nail on the head when he'd claimed Mouse was looking for something he didn't even know he needed. It seemed I was too. But could I really be the type of Daddy Mouse needed?

I bit back a groan as Mouse's clever little tongue stroked my cock. The cheeky minx was begging for me to fuck his gorgeous mouth.

My sweet boy was going to have to learn patience.

I pushed my foot between Mouse's legs and nudged my toes against his balls. Mouse gave a soft little gasp around my cock. I ignored him and pushed harder, and Mouse responded by moaning louder. Looking down I could see his cock was hard, the crown of it already wet with precome.

"Daddy's going to cage you tonight, but not before I get a few orgasms out of you first. That's what you wanted, wasn't it, little lamb?"

Mouse drew off my cock with a pop and a slow grin. "Yes please, Daddy."

"You should learn to be careful what you wish for." Before he could answer I leaned down and captured his mouth in a filthy kiss, nipping at his bottom lip hard enough to pull out a needy whine from him. I stroked the bite with my tongue, soothing the hurt, before Mouse parted his lips. Our tongues danced in a messy tangle until he was breathless and humping against my leg .

"None of that. You need to be a good boy for me. Colour?" I ran my thumb over Mouse's lips, smearing his saliva across them.

"Green, Daddy."

"Alright. You did a good job of keeping Daddy's cock warm, now let's see just how talented you are with that mouth. Kneel up for me, sweet thing." Mouse sat up straight and scooted back as I stood. I reached over to the table and grabbed the other thing I'd found when I'd been searching for my rope, a small silver bell.

"Hold out your hands, please." Mouse held his bound hands out in front of him. "Not hurting or pinching anywhere?"

I watched Mouse's face carefully as he answered. I trusted him, but I also knew he was a man who pushed his own limits, regardless of his safety.

"No, Daddy, it feels good." Mouse wiggled his fingers to show me.

I placed my hand under his chin and tipped his face upwards, looking into his eyes. His pupils had blown wide, nearly engulfing the brown of his irises. "Good boy. I want you to hold onto this bell. If you need to safe-word, you're not going to be able to speak, so I want you to drop the bell. I'll hear it and stop immediately."

"Yes Daddy, I promise."

"My perfect lamb. Now part those pretty lips and let Daddy fuck your throat," I growled, as Mouse's eyes fluttered shut. I grabbed a handful of Mouse's hair and guided him towards my cock, and for a moment I felt like my knees might buckle, as once again my length was surrounded by the heaven that was Mouse's mouth .

I didn't stop until my cockhead nudged the back of his throat. I felt his muscles constrict slightly at the intrusion, then relax.

"That's it, lamb. Relax for me, let me in." I rocked my hips back and forth slowly. I was transfixed, watching my cock slide between Mouse's lips. My head tilted back as his tongue lapped my cock like some forbidden treat.

The muscles in Mouse's throat relaxed, letting me slip deeper into his welcoming heat. I tortured myself, rolling my hips slowly. He gasped around my length, breath hard to come by when he was at my mercy like this. I withdrew slowly, focused on his face, then pushed back in, his tongue dancing along my length. Mouse blinked up at me with tears and joy in his eyes. I brought my hand down to cup his throat. I swore I could feel the bulge of my cock as I went deeper.

I wasn't going to last long. It was too good, too fucking perfect. My fingers itched to grab tighter, to block Mouse's breath until he was writhing under me, but we needed to talk limits before I did that. But I did squeeze a little tighter—a hint, a promise of things to come if we continued down this path together.

I swore Mouse was trying to smile around my cock. His eyes were bright with arousal and his lips were covered in saliva. He looked debauched, and so fucking perfect.

"That's perfect, you're my perfect, slutty boy. Use your tongue more, that's it." I moved my hands from his throat to his hair, tugging roughly at the soft strands. Mouse was treating my cock like he would his favourite ice cream. There was nothing tentative about how he caressed and teased my cock, bringing me to the very edge. I gripped his hair harder and stilled his movements, then thrust as deep as I could go. When Mouse was gasping and making choked-off sounds, I slowly withdrew—then did it again.

"Such a needy boy. I bet you would do this all day if I let you." The need to come grew heavier. I was near the edge, my balls aching with the need to spill down his throat. I tangled my fingers in Mouse's hair and tugged none too gently. "Daddy needs to come, and your mouth is for Daddy's pleasure, sweet lamb. I know you can take it."

Mouse nodded and began to suck in earnest, his bound hands still clasped in his lap, his pretty cock red and weeping with need. I thrust deeper, cutting his air off for a moment then drawing back, each time a little longer. Mouse writhed and moaned around my cock, the clench of his throat nearly as addictive as his tears. Nobody else would get to see him like this if I had my way.

That was the thought that set me off. Mouse was mine. My knees nearly went out from under me with the strength of my orgasm. Mouse choked and coughed around my softening length as I reluctantly withdrew from his luscious mouth.

"That's it, lamb, don't spill a drop." Mouse obediently swallowed as he tilted his head up towards me. A drop of my come smeared the corner of his mouth, and I wiped it with my thumb, then fed it back to my precious boy.

"Did I do good, Daddy?" Mouse was looking up at me, uncertainty creeping around the corners of his eyes.

"So good for me. So fucking perfect." Cupping his face, I leaned down to kiss him. "So good, in fact, I think you deserve a reward." I reached down to cup his cock and found it and his belly smeared with come. His eyes darted away when I looked at him, his cheeks colouring pink.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I came without your permission." Mouse sighed. "I fucked up."

"Nonsense. Did I tell you not to come?" I knelt in front of him and quickly started to untie the ropes.

Mouse shook his head, still looking uncertain, "No, but…"

"Ah, none of that. Do you know how sexy it is that you came while I fucked your mouth?" I ran my thumb across his lips, smiling at him. "Now, what kind of reward can I give my beautiful, slutty boy?"

Mouse blushed at the word. "Not beautiful."

"If Daddy tells you that you're beautiful, you need to believe him, lamb. Now, I think some cuddles on the couch before I cook us some dinner might be in order, what do you think?"

Mouse looked at me and gave a small shrug, "Cuddles sound good. Can I, um—" He trailed off, turning his head away.

"Can you what?" I helped him stand and led him to where his clothes were thrown and picked them up.

"You're going to think it's silly, or boring." Mouse shuffled his feet as I held out his sleep pants.

"Let me get you dressed, then you can tell me what you want. I'm never going to think what you want or need is silly, Mouse."

Mouse shot me a shy smile as I knelt and held his pants out, ready for him to step into, and I got a soft, surprised giggle from him when I pulled his pants up his legs and patted his adorable arse .

He pulled a strand of his hair across his face and started to twist it, keeping his eyes averted. "Um, I have some colouring books in my room."

"Why be shy about that, lamb? Everyone and his mum likes to colour." I grabbed the T-shirt and helped Mouse put it on. While I was at it, I gave his back a once-over, making sure our fun hadn't inadvertently opened any of the wounds.

"They're um, they're kids' ones. Danger Mouse and SpongeBob." Mouse rushed the words out.

"They sound brilliant. Why don't you be a good boy and go grab them? I'll stoke the fire and get us some biscuits and a fresh drink. That hot chocolate I made for you has gone cold, I think."

Mouse smirked and rocked on his heels. "Not my fault you went all horny Dom."

"Lovely boy, it's always your fault when I get all horny Dom. Now scoot and get the colouring books." I stood, stooping to kiss him briefly on the lips. "And no running up the stairs. If I had a pound for every time you and Alice nearly took a tumble."

"You'd be richer by twenty pounds." Mouse shouted, as he took off at a fast shuffle for the stairs.

Cheeky bloody brat. There was a muffled curse and a thump, and I just knew he'd missed the top riser.

"I'm okay, the rug just tried to attack me. I wasn't rushing, I swear." Mouse called.

"You'll be swearing a lot louder than that if I find out you were, lamb. I don't think you'd feel that comfortable trying to colour with a tanned backside. "

I chuckled softly, hearing a muffled eep from him. Now, where did I hide those chocolate Hobnobs? I had another packet hidden. The problem was I'd put them somewhere safe, and now I couldn't remember where that was.