“You did your part,” he said quietly, pressing his lips to mytemple. “You survived. You told the truth. You don’t have to keep living back there.”
“I’m not trying to,” I whispered.
“I know, but you drift when you’re tired.”
I did.
My forehead rested against his collarbone. I could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath my cheek.
“Hey,” he said softly, nudging my chin up so I had to look at him. “Look at me.”
I did.
“You are not the Vessel,” he said. “You are not their symbol. You are not your father’s legacy. You’re mine. And I’m yours,” he added more quietly. “This—” his hand slid between us, resting over my sternum “—is our life. Not theirs.”
“I don’t want to forget them,” I said.
“You don’t have to,” he replied. “Just don’t live for them. Live forme, baby boy.” His nose brushed mine lightly.
“I do, Daddy.”
“Hmm… Why don’t we do something to get your mind back where it should be?” he coaxed, his voice becoming sultry.
I let out a shaky exhale, my fingers tangling in the fabric of his shirt. The weight of the past clung to me still, and I knew Daddy had the strength to take it from my shoulders.
His hand splayed across my lower back, thumb tracing lazy circles that dipped lower with each pass, brushing the curve of my ass.
I nodded, pressing closer, my body already responding to him.Not that it ever actually stopped responding to him…
His free hand tilted my chin up, and he captured my mouth in a deep kiss, tongue sliding in to claim me. I whimpered into it, tasting the faint salt of his skin. My hands roamed up hischest, feeling the hard planes of muscle under my palms.
He broke the kiss just enough to speak, forehead resting against mine. “Strip for me, cherub. Unless you want me to ruin another one of your outfits.”
My cheeks flushed, and I obeyed, sitting up to peel off my shirt, then shimmying out of my pants and boxers. My penis sprang free, half-hard already, curving up toward my stomach. Daddy watched every move, his gaze hungry, before he stood and undressed himself with efficient motions—shirt tossed aside, pants kicked off, revealing his thick, built frame, and the trail of dark hair leading down to his heavy cock, already thickening.
He climbed back onto the bed, pushing me down gently but firmly onto my back.
“Good boy,” he praised. He pulled his necklace over his head, and I shivered in anticipation. “Let’s get this off.” The key slid into the tiny lock on my cage, then clicked. I sighed as he slipped the contraption off of me, feeling the blood rush to fill my length.
Daddy then wrapped his large hand around my shaft, making me gasp and buck my hips. He stroked me slowly, coaxing me fully hard, his thumb circling the head.
“Daddy…” I breathed, my fingers digging into the comforter.
“Shhh. Let me get you ready, sweet boy.” He stood, leaving me panting in need, and rustled around in his nightstand. It was probably only seconds until he was back on the bed, but it felt like an eternity.
I startled at the press of wet fingers against my entrance, then moaned as they pushed past my rim.
Starting with two fingers right off the bat was a lot, causing a burn that slowly turned into pleasure as he opened me up.
He took his time, going from two to three, making my belly hot with need.
When he finally slipped his digits out of me, I was more than ready for him.
But that wasn’t what he had in mind. At least, not yet. Because instead of lining up his cock and entering me, he straddled my hips and reached behind himself with the same hand he’d just had in me.
He grunted, keeping eye contact with me as he began to finger himself.
I lay there, stunned, unable to look away.
