Twenty-Eight

TWENTY-EIGHT

REN

I love Felton's smile. I've seen it more in the last forty-eight hours than I have since I've known him. It's made me realize that the smile I'm familiar with isn't real. Perhaps there's a bit of authenticity to it, but after seeing what his smile really looks like, I have a hard time accepting anything other than the freedom and happiness I've seen.

It increases every day. Every time I tell him to put his shoes on or sit in that chair or wash his hands so he can chop vegetables, the liberation of not having to ask what he should be doing is reflected in everything he does after. There's no stress on his shoulders. His smile is light. His eyes are less cloudy.

I've heard him sigh no less than a hundred times over the last couple days. He wants clear expectations. Not something he needs to interpret like a flimsy statement of ‘get dressed.' Handing him clothes and telling him to put them on—that's what Felton wants.

So that's what I give him.

The only time I allow him the freedom to choose something of his own freewill is when we're having some down time. But I give him choices—play a video game, text your friends, read a book, take a nap.

He likes choices when he knows there isn't a wrong answer. I like that he's finally relaxing.

I think my family has a lot of questions. Especially when they see to what extent I control his activities. We'll again have to have a conversation, but there's no denying that Felton's genuinely happy. His smiles—shy or beaming—say it all.

I'm really thankful that they like him. I'm relatively close to my family, so it would have been hard had they not. That's a balancing act I don't want to go through. And I'm super relieved that Felton likes them.

If the only parents he's truly had to gauge family interactions on were his own, I wouldn't have been surprised if there was some hesitation on his part around mine. Especially since they're from a very different world. The way he hangs onto everything my father says is just the sweetest. Felton is a very open book, so I know that my parents and brother don't miss those moments either. I've caught all three of them smiling fondly at Felton.

Most of today was spent in the kitchen. Felton was on his feet almost all day, helping me and my mother cook. He had the absolute cutest look on his face when my tiny five-foot-two mother asked him to reach something over the fridge because he's a big, strong man and she didn't want to stand on a chair.

I had only been taking Felton into the kitchen with me because I didn't want him to feel pressure or uncomfortable being alone with my parents. Even under normal circumstances, when a person has great parents, that can be awkward. But it looks like Felton genuinely enjoys cooking.

Or maybe he enjoys the times together when he's not being made to feel like his best effort is not good enough.

He comes out of the bathroom in his skimpy underwear and crawls onto the bed. Just as I told him to. I tuck him under the covers and then go about my nightly routine. Usually, by the time I come out, he's dozing, then falls right asleep once I wrap him in my arms.

Tonight he's wide awake. When I get into bed with him, I think I know why. I feel it pressing against my leg and his face is very flushed.

Most of our touching has been a repeat of the first time in the shower. We touch under the water, hands roaming and exploring as we practically eat each other's faces.

"Sorry," he whispers, voice timid.

I shake my head and roll to grab my tablet. We're about to watch a little bit of porn.

"Show me your favorite porn," I tell him.

His eyes go wide. "I—Really?"

Chuckling, I nod. "Yes, really. Show me something you want to do but haven't."

He watches me hesitantly for a minute before asking, "You're not going to think badly of me, are you?"

"Nothing you show me will make me think badly of you."

He's skeptical, but takes the tablet from me. I watch as he pulls up Porn Snub and types in a name. Then he's scrolling for a minute before he finds the one he wants.

The scene starts off right away with the main event. Two guys, one much bigger than the other, in a hall. They're walking toward each other, the bigger guy on the phone. The smaller one pauses, glances around, and when the bigger guy gets close, he pulls him into a room and shuts the door.

There's the expected awkward acting as they exchange words that basically lead to the smaller guy wanting to fuck the big guy, who isn't into it, but he's not giving him a choice.

I'm distracted from the scene as a dialogue box begins to scroll, telling the viewers that this is a scripted scene in which both parties are consensual. There have been extensive conversations, safety precautions, and agreements in place before this scene was filmed. It advises not to partake in a scene like this one if these things are not met at a minimum.

When the script runs again, it's smaller and at the bottom of the screen.

It plays out for a minute and I'm rather impressed that the smaller guy genuinely appears to be able to overpower the larger one. Even when he fights back. Which he does. Extensively. It's a long scene in which the bigger guy is held down while he's being prepped and then fucked, all the while trying to push the other guy off. Telling him to stop, no, begging to be let go.

Then the smaller one forces his victim's orgasm. Sucking him and jerking him until he comes.

It ends and there's a very long disclaimer that goes into more detail about how this film was consensual. Then the video turns black and we're plunged into silence.

It's not difficult to guess which guy Felton sees himself as. Which one he wants to be.

"Do you think I'm messed up?" Felton whispers.

Sighing, I pull him a little closer. "No. Tell me what about it appeals to you."

He takes a breath and I think I already know where this is going. "Not having a choice," he says. "Being forcefully made to do what you want."

My heart jumps when he says ‘you.' As if he's inserting me into this fantasy in his head.

"I like this video because it's not violent. Some of them are—like punching and blood play and stuff. I don't like that. But I like the rest of it."

"Does size difference play a part in your appeal?"

Felton flashes me a smirk. "Not as much as you might think. That's a happy coincidence of this video that really helps me see myself in the situation. It's not often that I meet someone as big or bigger than I am."

I can certainly understand that. "You want to give up control completely. All consent."

He nods. "Yes, but the thing about CNC isn't really the submissive person without the power. I have all the power and I give it to you. We plan it extensively—all the details—and all I have to do to make it stop is say a word. A safeword. I have all the power, but I give it to you."

I nod.

"What other things do you want to try?" I ask.

"Well, I already did the gang bang." His eyes meet mine briefly as his cheeks heat. "But I'd do it again."

I smirk. "Like that, did you?" Felton nods. "You like it when I loan you to my friends and watch you get fucked?"

Felton shivers. His cock is still very much pressed against my leg. There's no mistaking how hard he is.

"Yes," he whispers. "But if we do it again, I want you to fuck me after."

Everything inside me turns to heat. He reaches for the tablet and starts tapping on the screen before showing me a new video. "Like this."

It's definitely a gang bang. At first, I'm not sure what I'm supposed to see. This guy gets fucked by five guys, but then the sixth comes in and fucks him. Possessively. Gripping his neck and making him meet his eyes. Who do you belong to, slut? Whose ass is this?

The distinct difference between the first five and the last guy is very clear. Condom and no condom. It's a loan and reclaim situation.

It doesn't take much for me to imagine this exact scenario with my friends and finishing it how I wanted to last time. With me taking him, making sure Felton knows that he's mine and only gets his ass fucked by others when I say so.

The title of the video is OWNED. Yeah, I can definitely do that one.

Clicking the tablet off, I push it aside and pull him to me, bringing his mouth to mine. He groans, letting himself fall backward as I move on top of him. This is how our shower episodes begin.

Tonight, I'm not taking him to the shower, though. "What do you want right now?" I ask between breaths.

When it comes to sex, Felton has no problem telling me exactly what he wants. So I'm not surprised when he answers.

"To suck your dick," he answers. "Can I?"

I shiver and nod but feel the need to say, "I'm not huge on being sucked. Please don't get offended if I don't get off like that."

His eyebrows knit together. "You're not?"

Chuckling, I shake my head. "No. I mean, it's good and all, but I actually prefer jerking to a mouth on my cock." I shrug.

"Wow."

"I have an idea," I say, gently pushing him backward. I stick my finger beneath the elastic to his underwear. Not that the elastic is against his skin right now. He's far too hard for that and when hard, he definitely doesn't fit in these tiny things. "Let's take these itty bitty panties off."

Felton flushes but nods. I help him work his hips out of them, freeing the cock to end all cocks. This is the cock that all other dicks worship.

I slip out of my shorts. His dark eyes drop to my cock, and he licks his lips. Leaning over, I kiss him, claiming his tongue and biting his bottom lip. Then I turn so my body is opposite his and straddle his face.

Looking beneath me along his body, I watch as he lifts his head and immediately brings his mouth to my cock. His hands curl around me and grip my ass, hauling me down.

Grinning, I let my body sink to his and close my eyes for a minute. Which is a smart move since his cock nearly blinds me.

There's no chance I'll get off this way. It's enjoyable, but it's seriously just a prolonged form of foreplay for me. Having said that, he's really good at it. And enthusiastic.

I thought this position would be good because he can suck me all day and I'll not spoil his fun by coming. And while he's occupied, I can see how I feel about a cock in my face. In the shower is one thing. I can touch him and pull my hand back to touch myself. But touching him like this? I have time to explore his body and see how I feel about it.

In case someone missed this fact, Felton Badcock is a really big boy. I rest my chin on his stomach and my eyes nearly cross as I look up at the head of his cock. Bringing my hand around, I pull his legs open and decide that I'm just going to dive in, so I reach for his balls.

This might come as a shock, but they're big too. He's very responsive in the way his hips jerk as soon as I grip them. Not tightly, but I've never felt balls other than my own. I almost want to grab mine just to see if they feel the same way.

While I'm examining him like a fucking doctor—not a professional doctor, mind you—I flick my tongue out and taste the side of his shaft. He tastes like skin. And maybe a hint of soap. Considering we use copious amounts of soap in the shower as we jerk and that makes a whole fucking lot of bubbles, I'm not surprised that he still tastes like soap.

I drag my tongue up his long dick and instead of getting in some strange cobra pose, I pull the end of him down to my mouth so I can touch his head. The rim of his crown. The slit.

Now I taste his true flavor. His cum. I'm… Well, I guess I don't hate it.

Bottoms up, I think as I bring him into my mouth. Not very deep because he's too damn big. Even with no experience, Felton acts like I'm an expert and groans loudly around my dick. His hands on my ass flex tightly, pulling me deeper into his mouth. He swallows me down and, not going to lie, it feels good.

I use his clear enjoyment of what he's doing to experiment sucking on him. Since there's not a damn chance in this lifetime that I'll get even half this cock in my mouth, I use another hand to jerk his base. Since I'm feeling all kinds of brave and encouraged, I bring my free hand around to run my fingers between his crack and press against his hole.

Felton is sexy. That's all I can say. The erotic sounds he makes, the way his body moves under me in response to my touch, how he sucks me and holds me to him.

I must be doing something right because his mouth leaves my cock suddenly as he gasps that he's going to come. It's a split-second decision. Am I ready for a mouth full of cum? Deciding I'm going to brave it, I suck him hard.

Even expecting it, the first burst in my mouth takes me by surprise. Without thinking, I swallow it down without letting it cover my tongue. Not that I can keep that up. He's already deposited more in my mouth before I've finished swallowing.

I'm filled with his flavor. There's a moment when I think— I have a fucking dick in my mouth! This is a place I never thought I'd be. And yet, I keep sucking him. Keep working his shaft with my hand. Keep pressing and teasing his hole. I continue to please him as best I can until he's shuddering underneath me.

Then I pull back and gently take my cock from his mouth. Turning around, I shove his legs together and then lay on top of him, pressing my dick between his thighs.

Felton groans, his hands dropping to my ass again. He grips me hard, his legs stiffening tightly to give me something to fuck. He has to curl in slightly so our mouths can meet, but then I'm fucking into his legs, my shaft running along his balls as I do.

I have no problem getting off this way and it isn't long before I'm covering him in my release. Between having his mouth on me and enjoying how I make him feel, I'm ready. Too ready to make it last longer.

Before it's quite finished, I roll us over so Felton's big, heavy body is on top of me and wrap around him. He tucks his face into my neck, shifting so one of his hands can still grasp my ass cheek. I grin.

"Like my ass, do you?"

"You're so sexy," he murmurs.

My eyes droop and I know I need to clean us up, but I really just want to feel his body heat sink into me.

"I didn't mean to come in your mouth," he says after a minute.

Humming, I tell him, "I can still taste you. I don't hate it."

He grins, turning his face further into me. I can feel his skin heat. I love how shy he is. It's sweet and beautiful. "Sleep, qīn ài de."

Felton's sigh of contentment fills me and I think I smile all night as I hold him.