“Daddy, can we use this?”
I stared at the snaps and knew the wrap wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying to either of us as actual latex strips.
“No.”
His face fell.
“Daddy needs to take a look around. Don’t be sad. Daddy’s good boy needs to have faith.”
I went to a flat black cabinet tucked beside a sink in the other corner and rooted through all the drawers, and when my search didn’t turn up what I wanted, I went looking for Vic, even though leaving Max in the playroom alone wasn’t ideal. I found him in his office, parked behind his desk.
“Oh no. He couldn’t take it?” Vic frowned as he glanced up from a piece of paper he was reading.
“He’s fine. Do you have latex strips and tape anywhere?”
His gloomy expression cleared and he chuckled. Together we went to a storage closet near the bar, and I was delighted to take a roll of black and a roll of pink latex strips, along with tape and some blunt scissors. I had lube and condoms in my pocket, but I double checked on the way back to make sure. The last thing I wanted to do was stop once I got started. I stood outside the door to our room for the night and took a long, shaky breath. Shocking warmth surged through me as I stared down at the shiny materials in my hands. I’d never used latex on someone. No one had trusted me with this kind of power before, and sure, I wasn’t completely wrapping him tonight, but maybe someday.
Max was a fucking gift I didn’t necessarily deserve. I’d treated him so badly in the beginning. He hadn’t been innocent either, though. We’d both changed a lot… or maybe we hadn’t. We’d grown closer. Shaking my head at my sentimental crap, I opened the door and went inside. Max had settled onto his pillow to wait, and my cock surged and throbbed at the sight of him doing exactly as he should.
“Good boy.” I growled and kicked the door shut behind me. I stalked Max and came to a stop behind him. His spine stiffened and he trembled on the spot. His fingers danced on the leather covering his thigh muscles. I showed him the rolls of latex. “This will stick to itself.” I let him get a good eyeful of the scissors. “These will be the only way to set you free. It is exceptionally important, more than anything we’ve ever done before, that you safeword out if you start to feel overwhelmed. Youmusttell Daddy before you lose control of yourself, because even though these are blunt scissors, I run the risk of cutting you if you’re thrashing. Do you understand me?” I asked sternly.
He nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
“If you like this,” I said, settling on my knees behind him, “we’ll take this further at home. You’re Daddy’s beautiful boy, being so brave and wanting to try new things.”
He sat up straighter and ducked his head, but when I leaned around, I could see his pleased smile.
“I’m going to start the wrap. Is Daddy going to fuck you when you can’t move? Fuck my sex doll? Or will we just enjoy you being restrained together?”
Honestly, I hated to ask. My cock had hop, skipped, and jumped ahead, and I was leaking precum in my pants, but I refused to be irresponsible with him and set us back.
He snorted out a laugh. “Daddy, I always want you to fuck me.”
Strange giddiness bubbled in my stomach as I carefully started. The pink latex seemed more fun than the black, and Max wasn’t really a drab person anyway, so I started with that roll. He whimpered when the cool latex touched his skin. I held the end in the middle of his back with one hand while I leaned forward and wrapped the roll of latex around him. If I wasn’t so much taller than him, I probably would have had to stand, but I was and didn’t, so I stayed on my knees behind him as I worked.
“Cross your arms over your chest,” I instructed when I had the wrap past his nipples, and he shivered and did as I asked. I was disappointed when the pink roll ran out and his arms weren’t done yet, but the black was a nice, shiny contrast, and I picked up with that where the pink stopped. I layered him in the shiny latex until his arms were secure and wrapped him to just above his belly button, then sat back on my heels and stared at his pretty ass in leather.
“You’re a present for Daddy,” I said with a happy sigh. I leaned forward and nipped at the top of his ear and then sucked away the sting. He moaned.
“Daddy, I think… I like it. It smells good.”
I chuckled. “You like that plastic smell?”
He shrugged and his hips shifted. I loved watching his ass move. “It smells good. Clean to me. I don’t know. I do like it a lot.” His body trembled, and it took me a few seconds to realize he was flexing and trying to get free.
“Daddy.” My name was a whimper and I fucking loved it.
I stood, and power surged in my body and made me feel like my muscles were twice as large. My cock tingled and my balls felt full. I loved seeing him on his knees wrapped up for me. “Get up, boy.”
He struggled to get his feet under him, and I was a bastard and stood there with my arms crossed. He glanced up at me when he got his knees moved off the pillow, and then he shifted his leg around and was able to plant one foot on the floor to ease himself to a stand. He had a spacy look—pupils huge and full of wonder—and he giggled as his shoulders flexed, and I deduced he was still struggling against the latex.
I grasped him by the back of the neck and ran my fingers lightly over the choker he wore. “This is mine.” I pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You’re wearing it because you’re my boy.”
“Yes, Daddy,” he said so softly I barely heard him.
“This is mine too.” I cupped his hard-on and gave it a squeeze.
He nodded. “Yes, yes, Daddy.”
