“We’ll see,” is all Logan says. Which is infuriating, because why else am I wearing this butt plug, if not to stretch me so I can take his dick?
I mean, not that I haven’t enjoyed having it in me. It jostles inside every time I move and lights my nerves up. It doesn’t feel as full as when Logan first put it in me, so I suppose I’ve adjusted to it. Which is the point, right?
Logan motions for me to leave his office before him. I put a little extra sway in my hips and whoa, that jostles the plug even more inside me, so I keep doing it. Logan grabs one ass cheek and squeezes, which halts my steps halfway out the door, but he lets go quickly and swats my ass.
“Let’s go, boy. Quit dawdling,” he says.
The firm command in his deep voice makes my nipples tighten. My cock tries to fill, but it can’t because I’m still wearing the cage. I’d sort of gotten used to it while we were working on the puzzle downstairs, but now all my attention is back at the base of my dick, where everything is just swirling deep in my pelvis and I go a little lightheaded.
I misjudge a step and stumble, but Logan’s there to catch me. He wraps one arm around my waist and practically carries me into his bedroom. He lays me on the bed, on my back, and bends over me.
“Come on, baby, let’s get these off you.” He unbuttons my jeans and I try to help, but he just bats my hands away, so I let them fall by my sides and just float on his bed while he strips me naked.
He pushes my legs apart and kneels up on the bed between them. His hands rest on my pelvis, large and warm, and he’s framing my caged dick, staring down at me.
“So pretty, baby,” he murmurs. “All wrapped up, so soft and sweet, like a present, just for me.”
He slides down so he’s lying between my legs. All I can see is his head hovering over my hips, the dark and silver strands of his hair mussed together. Then his hot breath blows over my dick and he licks between the metal rings. “All for me,” he whispers into the crease at my inner thigh. “Isn’t that right, Silas?”
I nod my head against the pillows, though I don’t know if he sees it. “For you, Daddy,” I say. For the weekend, anyway. I close my eyes and pretend he really means it.
Logan licks at my skin in between every ring. Each time, there’s a puff of hot air and his lips move against where the metal squeezes around me. It’s probably my imagination—wishful thinking and all—but I can feel the word he mouths each time he licks at me.
Mine.
I’m clenching my hands and tossing my head around on the pillow. Logan’s holding my hips, fingers drilling into them, elbows braced on the insides of my spread thighs, keeping me spread open and still for him. “Take it off, Daddy, please,” I beg. I can’t take much more of this torture.
His tongue disappears and his head lifts, then he lets go of me and sits up. “I decide how long you wear the cage and when it comes off. Understand?”
My hips lift, like my caged dick is a magnet to his mouth. He sits back on his heels and crosses his arms over his chest. He’s still dressed, except for his shoes, and at some point he’d done his pants up again after I sucked him.
“Yes, Daddy,” I breathe.
He looks down at me, his eyes roaming over my flushed face, my heaving chest, my spread legs, and finally my caged dick and balls. He looks at me like he owns me. Like he’ll do whatever he wants to me and my only job is to take it.
And as if his expression gives me a gentle push off a cliff, I tip from a shaking, desperate-to-come mess into peace.
My muscles relax, my hips settle on the mattress, and my legs fall open like my bones have melted. Logan smiles at me. “That’s it, baby.”
His hands are warm between my inner thighs and he’s doing something down there, but I don’t really notice or care what it is until I feel a breath of air against my cock and balls and realize that he’s removing the cage.
I let out a little moan as all the blood the cage had constricted rushes south. Logan wraps his fingers around my balls and tugs a little, and oh shit, I’m coming. The pent-up jizz erupts from my dick in thick spurts but I’m still and peaceful even while my orgasm rushes over me.
Logan lets go of my nuts when I start spurting and watches me while my dick is throbbing and pulsing. I clench my ass to feel the plug shift inside me and another wave of electric tingles washes over me. My cock jerks once more and a weak spurt of come dribbles down my shaft.
“Sorry, Daddy,” I say, and I give him my best sexy-sweet look. I don’t know how successful I am, because he just looks at me without changing his expression.
“What are you sorry for?”
I probably shouldn’t have come without permission, right? But I couldn’t stop it. I lift my hand and flap it vaguely at the mess I’ve made all over my stomach. My arm is heavy and I let it flop back on the mattress next to me. “Didn’t mean to, Daddy. You’re just so hot.” I hope I haven’t gotten any come on his pants, but it’s too much effort to angle my head to check.
Something in his face softens. “You’re fine, sweetheart,” he says. He gets off the bed and disappears for a minute, then returns with more wet wipes and mops the come off my skin. Again.
When he tosses the wipes in the wastebasket and sits on the bed, I turn onto my side and snuggle next to him with my back along his thigh. He puts a hand on my ribcage. His fingers slot in between my ribs and his thumb strokes up and down my spine.
“When was the last time you ate?” he asks, and oh wow, that note of fatherly concern that makes my knees weak rushes back.
“This morning, remember?” I say. “You made me eggs and bacon. And toast.”
