“You don’t like the way you look?”
“It’s not that,” he said. “I’m just... I feel like I’m too skinny sometimes.”
Removing my hands from my head, I placed them at his hips. “Well, under Daddy’s care, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”
He lowered his hands to mine, resting them there with a squeeze. After a moment of intense staring into each other’s eyes, my dick bounced and he giggled. He continued to play with it, pushing my foreskin over the tip, then with guidance, he pressed his cock against mine, stretching my foreskin over it—not quite so much of it now I was hard, but it covered his tip at least, and Isaiah got an enormous amount of joy from it. The precum between our cocks had created a sort of lube that he was using to jerk us both off at the same time, mine requiring both hands, while I’d gone back to my former position and watched.
“What else do you want to do?” I asked. I never gave up this much control, especially not to a submissive, but Isaiah was a little, not just some pleasure twink submissive trying to be gaped. Isaiah was—oh, fuck,he was everything soft and sweet I’d been waiting for.
He giggled. “I wanna feel it,” he said. “Inside me.”
I nodded once, biting into my lip, and before I could respond, he’d thrown himself across my torso, his tongue at my nipple, licking it hard. His hands traced the outlines of the tattoos around my chest and shoulders. His eyes were begging—soft blinks, big pupils. How could I say no when he was quite literally asking for it?
“Promise I won’t leave you after,” he whispered as he kissed my chest.
“Is that because of the money?” I asked. I hated myself for asking, it wasn’t nice to throw out there.
“A little bit,” he said.
His honesty surprised me. I yanked his entire body up with my hands hooked beneath his pits until his face was opposite mine. I kissed him. “That’s why I like you,” I said. “Why else are you staying?” I asked. “In all honesty, I want you to tell me, then I’ll ruin that pretty little hole just as you requested, baby.”
Licking the kiss from his lips, he nodded. “Your place is clean, there’s lots of space, teddies, and the money, and you’re—well, you’re dangerous.”
“Dangerous.” I smiled. “I’m not as dangerous as I used to be. But I’ll take it.”
“And why not?” His knees were now around my waist, his ass hovering over my throbbing cock that was begging for his sweet warm hole. I was far too distracted by my need to fuck him.
“Because if I fall, the family falls, and we lose everything.” I squeezed him tighter. “It’s why there are armed men parked outside the building, walking the block, and with access to the building’s security.”
His ass was dangerously close to being penetrated, and he was playing with it. The tip of my dick was one thrust away from slamming into him, and he knew it. “And what was it like before?”
“Before, someone would be near in case there was a problem. But I also have a gun—a few in fact—and I’m not afraid to use my hands either.” I slipped them up his back until they were at his shoulders, hooked under them. And with that physical advantage over him, I rolled him onto his back—and as I was now on top, between his legs. “I also wrestle.” My pendant chain around my neck dangled down and his eyes stared at the slow swing.
He moaned out a gentle whimper. “The only thing I’ve seen you do is—”
I placed a finger to his lips. “We don’t talk about it.”
“Okay .”
“I’ve done worse,” I told him. “And I’d do worse if anyone touches you.”
I could feel his pulse race through every single part of his skin that was in contact with mine, the thrum of his rapid pulselike a drum against my skin. “You—you—you barely even know me,” he said. “I’m replaceable. Aren’t I?”
My jaw tightened, and with my pursed lips, I leaned in to kiss him. I traveled my kisses down his neck and torso, slowly caressing and kissing until I reached his dick, sticky from precum and play. I looked up at him. “You’re not replaceable,” I said, licking the underside of his dick and watching his eyes roll back. “You’re mine, baby, and that makes you one of a kind.”
Isaiah’s head reeled back into the pillow, unable to control himself at the teasing touch of my tongue as it traveled down from his tip, all the way, following the dark peach seam of his balls right to his taint. His hands were outstretched, trying to push my head, but instead they grabbed at my hair.
“You like that?” I asked, brushing his balls with the stubble on my chin. He clenched, almost clamping my head between his thighs—which wouldn’t have been the worst outcome. He moaned in approval for me to keep going, and I did, toying with the little taint line before my lips met his hole. His skin was nice to the taste, and lifting his legs up to raise his ass, I wanted to sink my teeth in as much as I could before it got nasty. My tongue licked as I sucked at the small mouthful of his skin, leaving an imprint of my teeth and a nice, deep-red mark on his skin.
“Am I bleeding?” he asked, brows twitching together.
“Just marked,” I told him, kissing at the wet saliva on the impression. “I’m controlling myself as best I can.”
“What are you usually like, then?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Worse,” I said. “You’re my first little. I’ve got to be soft with you, be gentle, to make sure you’re having fun.”
“What do you mean, worse?”
