“No. Not at all, Daddy. I want that, too. Let’s move in together. Your place is bigger.”
“Yours has a bakery beneath it.”
“But yours is closer to the office.”
“Or we could look for somewhere new.”
“That sounds like a perfect compromise, Daddy.”
I shake my head. “Not a compromise. A fresh start, for us both. The beginning of our lives together.”
Rowan releases a swoony sigh. “Now that was romantic, Daddy. I want this boat ride to finish even faster now.”
I chuckle. “So do I. But we’re both going to have to be patient.”
20
ROWAN
The moment we get home, Damon leads me to the bedroom. My skin is tingling with anticipation. He leaves me standing by the foot of the bed while he goes to our kink drawer. He retrieves a set of restraints and the apparently not aptly-named Tentickle. The Tentickle is a luminous blue dildo, wider at the base than at the tip, and curved into an S shape. The underside is moulded to resemble the suction cups on an octopus’s tentacle. Arm. I chuckle to myself. Who knew I’d go on a cruise and be taught a marine biology lesson?
“Something funny, boy?” Damon asks.
“No, Daddy. I’m just looking forward to playing with the Tentickle.”
He purses his lips and stares at it. “Maybe we should think about renaming it.”
“Oh, god, no. Armtickle isnotsexy at all. Plus, you’d have to change all the packaging. Wouldn’t that cost a bomb?”
He hums thoughtfully. “Maybe, but we could do it at the same time as releasing a new toy whichisshaped like a tentacle.”
“Oh! Good idea! You could rejuvenate sales in one toy while promoting the new one.”
“Exactly.”
“Well, Daddy, you’d better get to work designing Elevated’s new toy. After you’ve fucked me senseless, obviously.”
“Obviously.”
He puts the dildo on the bedside table and takes a bottle of lube out of the top drawer. We stopped using condoms a couple of months ago, after getting tested together. He threads the restraints beneath the mattress. He’s only got the wrist ones out, and he’s put them halfway down the bed, which tells me he’s going to bend me over the foot of the bed and fuck me hard. If I’m lucky, he’ll spank me, too.
Once everything is ready, he wanders over to me and slowly undresses me while kissing me. His actions are tender enough to make my heart flutter.
“You’re beautiful, boy,” he tells me when I’m fully naked.
I don’t feel vulnerable, even though he’s still dressed. I know he’ll take care of me. This is part of the game. His way of establishing that he’s firmly in control, as if I didn’t know that already. He’ll get undressed when he’s good and ready. He turns me around and gently but firmly pushes me so my chest is against the mattress, with my arse in the air. I bend my knees a little, so I’m in a comfortable position, and turn my face so my cheek is against the bed. He secures the cuffs around my wrists, making sure they’re not too tight, by running his finger around the soft, padded interior. He picks up the lube and dildo and then stands out of my line of sight. I listen to the rustle of his clothes.
“I want to see you get naked, Daddy,” I complain.
He replies with a sharp slap across my arse.
I yelp and bite my lip, even though the sting is already fading. I love it when he spanks me. It makes me shiver and turns me on.
More rustling, and then he presses against me, allowing me to feel his bare legs against mine, and his hard cock against myarse. I groan and shiver in response. I wish I could see him, but not being able to is fun. It allows me to guess what’s going to happen next. Even though I’m semi-expecting it, the cold trickle of lube over my crack still makes me gasp and wriggle in protest. Chuckling, he uses a finger to spread and warm the lube.
“You have such a pretty pucker,” he tells me.
“Prettier than my face, Daddy?”
