I nodded against his chest. “Perfect.”
I clung to him, breathing him in, the house quiet around us.
* **
The gag stretched my mouth wide while I silently hoped it wasn’t giving me a double chin. Saliva already pooled at the corners of my lips, and I could feel the rubber ball pressing against my tongue, forcing my jaw into an uncomfortable ache.
Daddy’s hands were steady as he buckled the strap behind my head, his fingers brushing through my hair. I was already naked on the bed, wrists bound above my head to the headboard with soft leather cuffs.
As he sat back, his eyes drifted from my face down my body, until landing on my penis. He smirked, reaching out to wrap his hand around the chastity cage I’d been wearing lately. I’d mostly gotten used to it, although it still felt pretty weird to pee with it on.
He liked for it to be on practically 24/7, except when we were intimate.
I wiggled my hips a little, ready for him to use the key around his neck to unlock me. He’d explained what would happen tonight earlier. I was a bit nervous, but also kind of curious about how I’d feel with my senses taken away.
Daddy had said that it might help to quiet the noise in my head, especially after everything with Aarev—I mean Patel—this afternoon. He also said that he wanted to remind me who I belonged to, even though I’d never forget something like that.
“Good boy,” Daddy murmured, his voice low and rumbling. I couldn’t respond, only whimper around the gag, the sound muffled into a pathetic hum. He leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear, and I shivered. “God, your cock looks so pretty locked up.” He ran his fingers down the metal bars.
Once again, I waited for him to reach for his necklace, buthe didn’t. Instead, he turned to pick up the blindfold, then cupped my chin, tilting my face up. I felt the cool silk of it as he draped it over my eyes, the fabric soft but unyielding as he tied it snugly. Darkness swallowed me whole. No more glimpses of the bedroom’s dim lamp light, no shadows of Daddy’s broad frame hovering over me—just blackness. My heart picked up, thudding in my chest, and I tugged lightly at the wrist restraints, testing them. They held firm, the bed creaking faintly under my movement.
I bucked my hips up, becoming worried that he’d forgotten to unlock me.
He chuckled. “I know what you’re asking for, baby boy, don’t worry.” I took a breath and nodded, relieved he understood.
But then his hand moved to my ear, and I felt the weight of the headphones settling over my skull. They were the big, over-the-ear kind, soundproof, the kind that blocked out everything.
He lifted up the right earpiece. “The cage is staying on,” he purred before settling it back over my ear, muting the world.
I floated there for a second, disoriented, my mouth full, eyes blind, ears deafened, mind reeling from the realization that he wasn’t going to unlock me.
Panic flickered at the edges of my mind, that instinctive fear of losing control, but then Daddy’s hand was there, stroking down my chest, thumb circling my nipple until it pebbled under his touch. I arched into it, a muffled moan escaping around the gag.
He knew my body so well, every sensitive spot, every trigger. His palm slid lower, and I bucked my hips, desperate for friction that wouldn’t come.
Time blurred in the void. Without sight or sound, everyother sensation amplified. The sheets rubbing against my back, the cuffs tugging at my wrists with every squirm.
Daddy’s hands roamed and roamed and roamed—gripping my thighs, spreading my legs wider, stroking my belly, plucking at my nipples.
He pressed kisses to the tops of my feet, up my legs, leaving no part of me untouched. Distantly, I could feel myself leaking down there, but my mind was blissfully empty. My whole body felt warm and like it was floating. The bed had turned into a cloud, and all that existed in my world was my Daddy’s touch.
Daddy arranged my lower half how he wanted it, picking up each foot and folding my legs.
I felt exposed and vulnerable, my hole clenching in anticipation. Fingers brushed down my crease, teasing my entrance along the way, slick with lube he must have warmed in his hands.
Over and over, he circled my rim.
I became lost in the sensation, unsure of how long he spent massaging my most sensitive skin.
Finally, one finger pushed in, slipping past my softened entrance with ease. I whined around the gag, drool spilling down my chin.
Deeper he went, curling that finger to find my prostate. When he did, he gave it the same attention he’d given my rim. Over and over, massaging the gland. My caged penis throbbed, aching for release, but the denial somehow only heightened everything.
Soon, another finger joined the first. I writhed, wrists pulling hard against the bonds as I began to feel the urge to pee.
Daddy was seemingly oblivious to my rising need. Tears leaked out of the corners of my eyes, dampening the blindfold.
Lost in the dark and quiet, I floated higher, melting into each stroke against my prostate. The bars of my cage felt slick and slippery against my skin.
