"Who do you belong to?" he asks.
"You," I answer without hesitation.
A wicked smile spreads over those lips I love so much.
Without a word, Daddy presses the knife, breaking skin. I'm familiar with the sensation, but the difference is that I have Daddy's cock in my hole, his eyes on me, and his hands doing everything.
He seems so focused, so enthralled, and feral. I can't look away. I don't even care that he stopped thrusting his cock.
When he pulls back the knife and smiles down at me, I look at my chest. My breath catches when I see what he's done.
Right there, over my chest, are carved the words, "Ezrah's boy;"
Tears blur my vision, but before they can fall, Daddy kisses me, taking away my breath.
When we pull apart to take in some air, Daddy places the knife in my hand. I look at him quizzically. He brings my hand with the knife to his chest and says, "You know what to do, boy."
I swallow hard.
"I'm not sure I understand."
"I want you to claim me in the same way."
He lavishes my mouth again, and I moan.
I do exactly as Daddy commanded. My insides feel filled with butterflies as I carve the words,"Seb's Daddy;"over his heart.
A few drops roll down his chest, and I lick them. Daddy lets out a mix between a groan and a moan. He slams into me, the moves somehow even more brutal than before. Then he claims my lips, biting, sucking, devouring.
It's all too much.
"Marry me," Daddy says.
"What?"
He's claiming my body like never before, and now I think I'm hearing things.
"Marry me, boy. I want you to have my name. I want you to be mine in every possible way. I want to claim you in front of the whole world, stake my claim, have you as my husband, as my everything."
"Daddy…" I moan, not sure whether because of his words or his thrusts.
"Marry me," Daddy commands.
The orgasm hits me out of nowhere. I feel it in every part of my body. The pleasure is so overwhelming, the moans and screams I make sound far away, my vision blurs and darkens, and the cum keeps coming.
"Daddy…" I choke on the word as I feel him filling me with his cum.
More cum spurts from my cock. The orgasm feels never-ending.
"Mine, mine, all mine," Daddy chants as he keeps sliding inside me even after he cummed.
"Yours, only yours, all yours," I chant as I meet his thrusts.
"You didn't answer my question, boy. Will you marry me?"
"Yes, Daddy."
He stares down at me with so much love, trust, and possession. I can't believe how lucky I am.
