He whined but went back to teasing the toy in and out of his ass at a slower pace. I laid the box next to us on the bed and flipped the lid off. My heart raced as I lifted out both circles of solid white leather.
He frowned as I raised them into his line of sight. “Are they collars, Daddy?”
Smiling, I shook my head. I turned the leather so he could see what I’d had embossed on the side in gold writing.
“Daddy Loves Z,” he read out loud, panting around each word and squirming on the bed. “They’re beautiful. Are they wrist cuffs?”
Shaking my head, I let out a chuckle. “Don’t stop,” I said sternly.
He whimpered as he went back to fucking himself with the toy harder. His toes dug into the comforter. “Daddy, I need to come.”
“Not yet,” I said simply.
He threw his head back against the pillows and a furrow formed between his brows. I slid down the bed a little and undid the golden buckle on one of the leather strips as I rained light kisses on his delicious thighs.
“These were marketed as shirt stays. They came with clips that can hook onto them and elastic, if you want to use them that way. Function and form,” I said.
My cock gave the type of throb I usually had before unloading into his mouth or ass as I reverently buckled the leather around his upper thigh. I made the stay snug enough that it wasn’t going anywhere, but not so tight it would be uncomfortable. His face flushed pink, and he moaned as he slid his thigh upward so he could see what I’d done.
“Oh, Daddy.” He nodded and his face crumpled like maybe he couldn’t think of anything to say.
I put the other one on him, completely fucking entranced by the leather on his legs. I caressed his thighs and bent down to lick around the shirt stays, which were more or less garters. He cried out and pumped the dildo faster.
“Daddy, this baby has me on fire. Please, I need to get off. Please, I need to—” He gritted his teeth and rocked his hips. I chased his fingers away from the dildo with mine and took over, pumping the toy. My cock ached and I wanted to be in him, but there was something about being able to see him writhing around, getting ready to bust his nut juice everywhere, especially with the leather squeezing his thighs. I panted as hard as he did while I tilted the toy and fucked him fast. Another thing I’d grown to love was watching his cock tremble and throb without anything touching it—then become a cum fountain. I held my breath as he closed his eyes and threw his head back. He arched his body, rubbing his stomach and working his hips in time with me.
“Daddy’s good boy. Come for Daddy.”
“Yes!” He cried out as cum spurted from his slit. He sprayed his belly. Some got on his thighs and I moaned at the sight, then more dribbled down his cock at the very end. I leaned in and cleaned every drop off his skin, licking at his legs longer because I loved them so much. The salty tang of Z was special on my tongue, and I’d grown to love it because it meant I’d made him feel good.
“Daddy.” Z sighed and dug his fingers into my hair, resting his hand lightly against my head.
I licked the baby belly clean and kissed it all over. He stared and whimpered as I traveled up his body and found his nipples. He gave me a tired smile as I latched on to his right one. The warm, excited pebble under my tongue never failed to have me on edge. A burst of cherry sweetness hit my taste buds and I moaned. Flavored gel—that’s what was on his nips that made them look so good. I loved whatever stuff he used to make himself taste like a treat. I rested my weight on him, and he wrapped his legs around me and moaned as I fumbled between us to slide the dildo deep into his ass, holding him open for me.
“Daddy,” he whined out, but I ignored him. I played with his nipples until he was growling and swearing lightly under his breath, then kept going until his whines turned into needy pants. His hard cock pressed against me again, ready for another round.
“Please, Daddy,” he begged. “Please, I need you to fill me full.”
“Okay,” I said, voice wrecked and gravelly. I kissed back down his body, and he let out a laugh that turned into a hiss as I stopped to lap at the skin of his inner thigh. I sucked above the leather on the right side, then went across to do the same thing on the left until I had a rosy set of love bites.
“Fern,” he whined, and I smiled to myself.Almost there.
“Daddy’s taking care of his boy,” I whispered.
He squeezed his eyes shut, and his cock waved, ready and needy again. I tugged the dildo out, and he nodded frantically. I kept a careful eye on him until I bent down and thrust my tongue into his loosened ass. He thrashed and shoved against my mouth as I fucked my tongue into his body.
“Fern, if you don’t—”
I sat back and prowled up the bed, grasping his hands in mine and holding them tight. “You’ll what?” I asked.
His eyes widened. “Sorry, Daddy.”
Laughing, I kissed him until he wrapped his legs around me again. I loved this but couldn’t stand to torture us any longer, so I let his hands go. With trembling fingers, I fumbled to unbuckle my belt. He let out a nearly hysterical, triumphant shout as he reached down to try to help me. I didn’t bother taking my pants off, just shoved everything down my thighs.
“Don’t worry. There was a ton of lube already,” he said, before he pressed his mouth against mine so hard it hurt.
My cockhead breaching him nearly struck me dead. The heat. The tight grip. The way his body welcomed me home. I slid into him, and we both moaned. It was a race. I couldn’t hold back after being hard for so long. I pounded my body against his. He held on tight every way he could and thrust to meet me. The bed creaked, and the only other sounds in the room were his whimpers every time I drilled deep into his body.
“Daddy’s going to fill you up so you can touch your belly when we’re not together and know how much I love you. You’re going to feel my love deep inside your body and know it’s growing every day. You’re mine, Zayden.”
