Or was.
“How will the neighbors see us, Silas?” Logan crooks his knuckle under my chin and lifts my face. I look out each set of windows. There’s a privacy fence along the property line at the side yard and landscaped trees and shrubs in the backyard. There’s a row of mature arborvitae trees between the front yard and Mrs. White’s driveway.
Oh. I take a deep breath. “Okay, right.”
My heart rate has slowed a little and I’m no longer about to hyperventilate. But then Logan looks me dead in the eyes and says, “Even if they did, what they’d see is how beautiful my boy is and how much I enjoy taking care of him.”
He kisses me, overriding my embarrassment and fear. Then he presses a hot line of kisses along my neck, and whispers in between, “I don’t care who sees us, baby. If it were warmer, I’d lay you out on the back deck and have you any way I want. I’d fuck you in a lounge chair, and in the pool, and in the grass. I’d make you take your Daddy’s cock in your mouth and in your ass until you can’t take it anymore.”
He holds the back of my head in a hard grip and thrusts his tongue into my mouth. “And anyone who wants to watch is welcome to.”
Oh my god. A rush of humiliation and arousal burns through me like fire. I told Logan that I didn’t want to be called filthy names, but this scenario—being put on display, forced to take whatever my Daddy wants to give me—yeah, I could get behind that.
“Yes, Daddy. Please.” I’m gasping and whimpering and Logan is nipping at my earlobes and sucking hard kisses into my neck. He’s grinding his erection against mine and there are too many clothes between us. I pluck at the tail of his sweater, trying to get my hands under it, under his shirt, on his skin.
The freaking doorbell rings again, interrupting us. Logan musses my hair with his big hand before letting me go to answer it. He swings the door wide open enough that another delivery person can look in and see me. My lips puffy from Logan’s kisses, my hair probably looking like I just got out of bed.
The delivery guy doesn’t look at me, though. He barely looks at Logan—just hands over two large tote bags and jogs down the walk to the small truck idling in the driveway.
Logan puts the groceries away and I try to get over my freakout. And the hard-on that he caused when he talked about fucking me in full view of anyone who wanted to watch us.
When he closes the refrigerator door on the last of the groceries, he comes back to the living room, parks himself in the middle of the couch, and gestures at the paper bag he’d left on the coffee table.
“Wouldn’t you like to see what else I had delivered for us?”
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Silas’s eyes widen and then dart to the brown paper bag. “For us? What is it?”
I crook my finger and motion for him to sit next to me. “Open it and see.”
He reaches for the bag and pulls out the first item. He hefts the sixteen ounce bottle of lube in one hand and looks sideways at me. “Planning to use all of it this weekend?”
I shrug. “I was an Eagle Scout. I still believe in being prepared.”
He gives me a delighted grin, then pulls two boxes from the bag. One is black and shaped like an oversized jewelry box. “Open that one first,” I tell him.
He slips the cardboard sleeve off and lifts the lid. Nestled in hot pink satin in a space molded to fit is a stainless steel butt plug. Its large head is vaguely heart-shaped and it has a tapered stem that ends in a ring. It’s shiny and smooth and Silas’s eyes light up.
He touches the plug lightly with a finger and looks at me. “Think you can keep that in you for a while today?” I ask him. It will open him up and get him ready for my cock later.
“Yes, Daddy,” he breathes, his eyes drawn back to the plug.
“Good boy.”
His fingers go to the buttons on his jeans. “Can I? Now?”
I want him to wear what’s in the other box, too, but I’m happy to plug his ass before I show him what else I’ve got in store for him. “Of course, baby. Let me just clean it first.”
When I return, he rocks onto his back on the sofa and lifts his hips enough to shimmy his jeans and underwear down to expose his ass. “Just like that, baby,” I tell him when he gets the cloth around mid-thigh. I can see the shadowed cleft of his hole under his balls and I push his knees toward his chest.
He cooperates by wrapping his arms around his legs and hugging them close. I crack open the lube and squeeze a dollop on the tip of the plug, then smear it all around the head. I slip my fingers between his cheeks and find his hole, circling and spreading the lube around it. Silas draws his knees up farther, giving me better access.
I line the plug up and press gently. It slides in as easy as can be and Silas moans as it goes in. “That’s it, baby boy,” I say. The ring nestles between his cheeks until he lets go of his legs and I can’t see it anymore.
But I know it’s there, and Silas clearly does, too. He plants his feet on the sofa cushion and wiggles his hips a few times. “How does it feel?” I ask.
