BASIL
George’s wordsand touch flooded me with even more confusing sensations. I should have hated him, but I didn’t. I didn’t know whatragatso–or whatever he said–meant, but I caught the rest. My Latin lessons paid off and had my stupid heart fluttering.
Yes. Mine. Home.
“Have you been a good boy for me?” George pulled back, but kept his hands on my upper arms, rubbing me on my bare skin. “I’d love to reward you.”
“Yes Daddy,” I nodded and looked at the table, “I ate dinner and drank my water.”
George squeezed my neck, but then his eyes caught something over my shoulder. “You got into the toys?”
He stepped away from me, and I froze on the spot. This was when I found out how much trouble I was in. George fingered the open bottle of lube before counting the plugs next to the open container.
“Where is the missing plug?” George turned to ask, and I felt my face heat. I couldn’t meet his eyes, but I could see his feet approaching. “Have you been playing without me?”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I bit my lip and tried to brace for what would happen next. I always fucked up somehow.
“I don’t know if you need to be sorry,” George reached to take my hand, and I let him. “First, I need to know how and why?”
“It’s just, I can’t jack off, and you would have been pissed if I tried. You left, and I didn’t know what to do with myself without you. You have taken over my every waking thought, and I needed to feel something, anything.Yebat',I felt so empty,” I finished my rambling in a whisper, still unable to meet his eyes.
“Bend over the bed and spread your cheeks,” George commanded after a short pause.
Rushing to follow his orders, I tripped over my own chain and landed face first on the rumpled comforter. If I wasn’t desperate for his approval—or to get my punishment over with quickly, whichever he decided—I would have hesitated to bare my hole to him. Grasping both cheeks in my hands, I laid it out there and felt the tug of the plug inside me. It hit the same spot George had massaged with his finger and I bit back a groan. I could feel him looking, the sound of fabric the only interruption to my racing heart, until I thought I must be blushing all over.
“I see,” George stated, the only warning before I felt pressure from him touching the base. I pushed back. “How does it feel?”
Turning my head so I could be heard, I admitted I had only just gotten it in when he got home, and hadn’t really processed it yet.
George leaned over my body, and I felt the press of his skin on mine, his hair abrading me and making my skin feel like it was all an erogenous zone. “Is this what you really want inside you?”
Swallowing, I was too desperate to attempt lying. “No.”
“What do you want inside your hole, Basil?” George ran his finger up and down the length of my crack, adding pressure to the plug before continuing to cup my balls. It felt like a warning to answer honestly. “Tell me now.”
“I want your dick in me, Daddy” I all but yelled, turning my face back into the blankets.
George took his hands from my body immediately. I’d learned to never say what I actually wanted over years of being punished for it, and George was unlikely to be the exception. I heard a rattling before the weight I’d almost forgotten on my ankle was removed.
Gathering me in his arms, George set me in the center of the bed, wrapping his body around mine before pulling the covers up to our thighs. He didn’t speak right away, only held me and kissed my neck and shoulder. I didn’t know what to say, so I stayed silent.
“Where do you want my dick?” George’s breath fanned over my cheek. “Do you want it in that tight little hole? Because I’ve never been jealous of a toy before, but I am right now.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered. George turned us so he was rubbing my ass against the bulge in his underwear, the only scrap of fabric between us. He was jealous of a toy, and I was turned the hell on. “Please, I need release. Have I been good, Daddy?”
“You’ve been so good while I was out, even exploring yourself in a way I didn’t expect.” George turned my body and propped himself up on one arm. I could see his face, and it was not angry. “I’m proud of you.”
The words impacted me more than I could imagine. Had anyone ever said they were proud of me? Maybe a teacher or principal when they were saying it to a group, but not to me specifically. I met his earnest eyes and leaned up until I was a breath away.
It was definitely the first kiss I’d initiated since being held captive in George’s room– possibly ever, with anyone. His beard stubble was rough, the opposite of his soft lips on mine. Closing my eyes, I let George take the lead, his experienced tongue sending sparks throughout my body.
We broke apart when George pulled back to look at me, and I felt myself settling into that space where I didn’t have to make decisions. “You’re a good kisser, Daddy.”
“Thank you, it’s been a while,” George chuckled. “But let’s talk about my dick in your hole, first.”
“What’s to talk about?” I drawled, feeling anxious and under the spotlight.
“This is different. I told you I wouldn’t do that without you asking, but now you’ve asked, so we need to set some boundaries.”
