Chapter 21

Twenty-One

CALLUM

P izzas were in the oven, Alice was bathed and her homework done, and Mouse was happily playing on his Game Boy—when he wasn't trying to steal the cheese from the pizzas I'd just finished making. I was surprised he'd listened when I'd told him to pack up his Lego, but not before showing off what he'd built to Alice when she got home.

Today had been a brilliant day, but I also figured we were still in what they called the honeymoon phase. But I held an extra ace up my sleeve. A promise of a session this weekend to try something Mouse had never experienced before, and a kink I hadn't been able to indulge in a while. I couldn't wait to see how Mouse reacted.

"Dad!"

"Yes, petal?"

"Are you and Mouse dating?"

I heard a startled gasp from Mouse, who'd managed to recover and try to look calm.

"Why? "

Alice arched a brow and gave me such a withering look her gran would have been proud. "Duh. I caught you two making kissy-faces this morning."

Mouse gave a strangled laugh and moved from his spot at the kitchen table to sit on a stool near Alice.

"We are, petal. How do you feel about that?" I came around the counter and crouched down in front of her. From the day she'd been born nine years ago, Alice had been my entire world, but I also knew she adored Mouse. But how would she feel about this change in our relationship?

"Two questions." Alice tapped her colouring pencil against her lip. "One, does this mean Mouse is going to take your side in all arguments? 'Cause I'm not sure if that's fair. And two, if you get married, can I give you away?" She gave me such an earnest look I dared not laugh, but it was a struggle.

Mouse was barely holding it together himself. "Hey, I'll still be on your side when it comes to watching the TV and why we can't have second desserts. And your dad and I have only started dating, but if we ever do decide to do the whole wedding thing, I think you'd be brilliant at giving your dad away." He held his hand up for a fist bump, which Alice happily returned.

"What about our veggie thing?"

"Ah, that. I might have to side with your dad. He's trying to get me to eat healthier too. I've not been taking good enough care of myself, and it makes your dad worry."

Alice nodded. "He does that. He's very good at worrying."

I laughed, loving the easy way Mouse had with Alice, and the fact he seemed to love my daughter as much as I did. And I loved that she wanted to give me away if Mouse and I got married. Fuck, why did that thought make me feel kind of giddy? We'd only just started dating, for fuck's sake.

Clearing my throat, I focused on Alice. "Hey, so was there anything you wanted to ask us or were worried about? You know this doesn't change things for us, right?"

Alice nodded, smiling. "I always thought you liked each other, and Mouse was never sad when he was here, and you make each other smile. So that's a good thing, right?"

I stood up and pulled Alice into my arms. "How did I get such a bright kid? You're amazing."

"Yeah, I'm pretty good." Alice giggled.

"You sure are. Now, how about you start setting the table for me while I have a quick word with Mouse?"

"You're going to kiss him again." Alice rolled her eyes but grinned, hopping off the stool and heading to get the cutlery out. "Boys are so gross," she huffed as she skipped past to the table.

I caught Mouse's eye and started to laugh. Mouse had lost the same battle and was chuckling while Alice pointedly ignored both of us and set the table.

I moved over to wrap an arm around Mouse's waist. "Want to be gross?" I asked, leaning down to kiss him softly.

"Yeah." Mouse kissed me back and we both laughed at the quiet huffs coming from Alice.

" A lice sleeping?" Mouse sat in the middle of the bed wearing only a pair of pretty, black, lace panties and his cock cage. His dark hair spilled across his shoulder in waves, and my fingers twitched with the need to touch it.

"Snoring loud enough to make her gran proud." I stepped into my bedroom proper and pushed the door to. There would be no fear of Alice walking in on us. Once she was out cold, she barely stirred, and if she did wake up, she always knocked on my door before stepping inside. I did the same for her. I wanted to instil in her a respect for each other's privacy.

Mouse watched me hungrily as I began to shed my clothes. It stroked the ego having him look at me like he did.

His clothes were neatly folded on the small chair closest to his side of the bed.

"Good boy. Now, what do I get to do with you?" I murmured as I moved onto the bed next to him.

"Anything you like, Daddy." His hair was like fine silk as I pushed it away from his neck. The bruise I'd left there when I'd fucked him the other night was still visible. It had only faded slightly.

"Mmm. What if I want to bite you all over, leave bruises on the inside of your thighs, so every time you move, you feel them?" I bit down none too gently on the old bite to emphasise my point.

The squeal followed by a moan that Mouse gave was nearly enough of an answer, but I still needed him to tell me.

"Please, fuck, yeah, I want to feel that, especially for tomorrow when I see Dec. I want to feel the bites and know you're at the shop waiting for me." Mouse tilted his head, giving me more space to bite.

"Can you lie on your back?" The wounds seemed to be healing well, but I didn't want to risk Mouse's recovery.

"Yeah. It still hurts a bit, but I can lie on it now. I tried before, just to make sure." Mouse flashed me a grin.

"And what were you doing while you were spread out on your back, little Mouse?"

Mouse grabbed my hand and brought it between his legs until my fingers pushed past the lace of his panties and touched his hole. He was slick and open. "Oh, you naughty little boy."

"I just wanted to be ready for you, Daddy, and I didn't touch my cock." Mouse's eyes twinkled with mischief.

"Hmm." I pushed my fingers inside of him roughly, causing him to arch his back and curse softly. "Remember, lamb, got to keep quiet."

"Don't know if I can, Daddy." Mouse whined as I brushed a finger against his P-spot. Withdrawing my fingers, I pushed him back against the bed before I crawled over him until my cock brushed against his lips. I watched, transfixed as Mouse's tongue slipped out as he tried to taste me.

"I know it will be hard, baby, but you're going to try for me, right? You're going to be my perfect little fucktoy and take everything Daddy has to give you."

I slipped off the bed, causing Mouse to whimper.

"No, baby, none of that. Now tell me, are you going to be Daddy's perfect, slutty boy?" I moved him around so he lay lengthwise across the bed. His head would hang over the side when I took my hand away. I'd had the bed made years ago, and D-rings were hidden in strategic positions, along with hooks for cuffs to be looped. Standing as I was, my cock would have no problem sliding into Mouse's warm and welcoming mouth. I could take my time defiling his throat while I teased and abused the rest of his body.

"I will, Daddy. Use me, please, Daddy, I need you." Mouse's pleas were beautiful.

"Open wide, pretty thing. Remember, if it gets too much, tap on my leg."

Mouse smiled up at me, his eyes bright. "You'll never be too much for me, Daddy."

"Oh, we'll see about that, lamb." Before he could respond, I slid my cock into his mouth, driving forwards until he gagged. I grinned like a madman as Mouse narrowed his eyes but didn't fight me. Instead, he tipped his head back further and relaxed his throat.

The tight heat was perfect. I lost myself in the feeling for a moment before I began to thrust slowly back and forth. Mouse's hands gripped my thighs, his lips tightening around me as he tried to suck on my cock. It was the perfect combination of friction and slick, but I didn't want to come just yet. When I came, I intended to be buried deep in my boy's arse.

We'd both had recent clear test results from Doc, so tonight we were going bare. I couldn't wait to fill my boy up and see my come leaking from his abused hole.

I watched as my cock slid slowly in and out of his mouth, and the way his throat constricted then relaxed. Mouse was being such a perfect boy, taking everything I gave him. Lifting my gaze, the glint of his nipple rings caught my eye. I reached down and gave an experimental tug. The gasp Mouse gave around my cock encouraged me to be rougher, moving my hands between his nipples, pinching and pulling the sensitive nubs. With him spread out like this, I could see every inch of Mouse's skin, the dark tattoos that covered his chest and arms that I'd placed there, with the rare exception of two that Simon had done.

Even before I'd acknowledged my feelings for Mouse, I'd had a strange possessiveness over his skin and the art that covered it. Every inch of him was beautiful to me. Even the burn scars that covered his upper thighs and hip, in my eyes, showed the beauty and strength that lay within the man.

I pulled my cock free from his perfect mouth and moved around the bed, positioning Mouse so his head no longer hung down. His dark eyes were hazy with lust, but also concern.

"Did I do something wrong, Daddy?" His voice was light, but it didn't hide the fear that he hadn't pleased me.

"Fuck no, lamb. You were amazing. Maybe a little too good. I want to come when I'm buried inside of you, and your slutty mouth was making it too tempting." I ran soothing hands up his calves and thighs. I stopped when I got to his hips and those damned sexy panties he wore.

"Hmm. You know how hard it was for me to focus today, knowing you were sitting just across from me wearing a pair of these, with your pretty little cock all caged up? Fuck, boy. I wanted to ravish you on the spot when you bent down to pick up those sketches you knocked over. "

Mouse laughed softly. "I was hoping that would get to you."

"Oh, you little shit." It all made sense now. The coy little glances, the feigned clumsiness.

Mouse pressed his hand to my chest, smirking. "Was it really so unreasonable? I didn't want to be the only one suffering."

"Was it really suffering, lamb?"

"Oh, fuck yes. You don't understand how often I get hard from watching you work. I've had to sneak off more than a few times over the years to have a wank. Just watching you gets me hot and turned on. Today though, I couldn't get hard, and I couldn't sneak off for a wank. At first it was frustrating, then it was weirdly nice, like I was aroused up here"—Mouse tapped his head—"but my body couldn't do anything about it. It fucked with me so badly. I loved it."

"And now," I said, slowly drawing the black panties down his legs, "I get to fuck you and you can't come. How does that make you feel, lamb?" I pulled the panties off and up to my face, rubbing the soft lace against my cheeks. Mouse gave the dirtiest moan.

"Jesus, Daddy, you're fucking killing me here."

I reached for the lube that I'd left close at hand and smiled down at Mouse. "Going to keep those panties close. If you get too loud I might just gag you with them."

Mouse's hips rose and fell, and he let out a soft gasp. "Is it possible to come caged?" he panted out.

"It is. I could either pull out this fun little toy I have, or I could try to fuck one out of you." I toyed with his caged cock, grinning at the thought of doing just that .

"Fuck yes, that one." Mouse whined when I squeezed his balls between my fingers.

"What was that, lamb?" I pinched his left nut between my thumb and fingers. His gasped-out squeal made me grin like it was Christmas all over again.

"That one, Daddy. Fuck it out of me."

I squeezed again.

"Please, Daddy!"

"Since you asked so nicely." Before he had a chance to react, I lifted him and flipped him onto his front, his cute little bum sticking up in the air, just begging to be bitten. I was never good at denying myself, so I did just that. I littered his bottom with bite marks, hard enough to hurt. Mouse was going to have a hard time sitting at work tomorrow. Maybe I should invest in a stand-up desk for him. I chuckled darkly as I bit down again. The sounds he made—soft little whimpers and bitten-off cries—were muffled against the bedclothes.

I pulled Mouse's cheeks apart. His hole glistened wetly, lubed and ready for me, and if I knew my boy he'd barely stretched himself, wanting to feel the burn when I slammed into him. Well, I wasn't going to make him wait any longer. I could barely take my eyes off his well-bitten rump when I reached for the lube.

With the hand not covered in lube, I slapped his arse. "Hold yourself open for me."

Mouse reached back, gripping his cheeks. He hissed as his fingers brushed the bite marks.

The head of my cock kissed his hole, then I shoved in with no warning. Mouse's hands fell to the bed, clutching at the sheets to find some purchase as I drilled into his tight, warm channel. I dragged my cock back out and slammed back in, knowing my piercings would rub against all those sensitive spots inside of him. I didn't go as hard or fast as my instincts begged me to. This was a marathon, not a sprint.

Mouse was almost flat on the bed as I drove into him. I watched his rim stretch and tug as I rocked into his body. It was such a fucking sexy sight. But I wanted to look into his eyes as I drove him to the edge. I wanted to see his face when his body flew. I withdrew, and Mouse gave a petulant whine followed by a yelp as I slapped his arse. The yelp turned into a gasp as I flipped him over, and hooking my arms under his legs, I drove back in.

"Daddy, yes!" Mouse chanted softly as I kept up the tempo. My fingers found his nipples and I rolled the nubs between my fingers before I twisted them viciously, then moved on to pinch and slap any bare skin I could. The responses from Mouse were breathtaking. The way his body arched up under my hands, searching for more, reacting to each touch like lightning, was stroking my ego like nothing ever had before.

I'd said I was going to claim him and mark him as mine for all to know, but really it was Mouse who was claiming me. My heart, my body, they were bound to him, devoted to his every need and desire.