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To his credit, Tristan was breathing hard, too, his face flushed as he finally turned the vibration off and pulled the dildo out of my ass. I collapsed back onto the bed, having to deliberately relax each muscle in my body one at a time after they were all clenched tight for so long.

Tristan flopped down beside me, between me and the toys that were splayed haphazardly on what I was now considering his side of the bed. After today, Tris fucking owned my body. And he already had my heart. I’d move him in tomorrow if he’d let me.

“Okay, dinner. Takeout?” Tris asked, and I just nodded, swallowing dryly before reaching for a couple of the water bottles Tris had brought us in hour two of our edge-athon. After handing Tris his, I gulped down the rest of mine, since I’d already consumed half of it.

I swallowed the room-temperature water, capped and set the empty bottle on the nightstand, then rolled to my side to face Tris. “Sure. There’s a good Thai place nearby.”

He swiveled his neck to turn just his head to me. “Sounds good. You order, then I’ll get you ready.”

My eyes narrowed at him. “Ready for what?”

He shrugged, a twinkle in his eye that I didn’t trust. “You didn’t think I’d let you off scot-free without something to get you keyed up, did you?”

I rolled my eyes, falling onto my back with a groan. “You are evil, Devil Daddy.”

He tapped my hip lightly. I suspected if my ass was free, it would’ve been much harder. “Grab your phone and order. Then I’ll get you ready for dinner as my subbie while we wait for it to be delivered.”

Shit. Tristan really was going to kill me before the night was over.

***

Turned out, Devil Daddy was still out in full force as he prepped me for dinner. First, he pulled out a smaller plug I had stashed in my nightstand and slid it inside me. Next, he put on the nipple clamps, one at a time, making me grit my teeth so I didn’t call out. Then, because my dick had deflated a bit under the pain of the clamps, he got out the cock cage we’d already used and started fitting it. He made me pinch the tip of my own damn dick hard to get it small enough to retreat, and the sadist in him preened visibly as he slid on the cage and locked my cock down.

After I was all dressed up for him, he went to my dresser and pulled out the pair of sweats he’d claimed as his own the last time he was here. They were tight on me, and with a stomach lurch, I realized that was the point.

He tossed them and a smaller T-shirt on the bed next to me. I just blinked at them, staring, as he gave his instructions. “Put those on, Daddy. And you’ll be answering the door.”

I swallowed hard, my mouth dry once again. “But the delivery driver . . .”

Tristan waved me off. “He won’t think anything of it. It’ll just look like you have large nipple rings”—he was right, the clamps did look like that—“and he shouldn’t be looking at your dick, but in case he does, all he’ll think is you have a giant one. Which you do. But the important part is that you’ll be wondering if maybe he’s kinky, too, and maybe he knows what to look for. Maybe he’ll actually know I’ve got you locked down. Maybe he’ll recognize the look of the clamps and the cage. And that will turn you on. And you’ll get a jolt of pain you’ll have to hide. And that will turn me on.”

Fuck, he was right. My dick strained against the cage, begging to be set free. I’d been worked up so many times in the past several hours I was amazed Tristan was able to get it small again without using the ice—thank fuck for that, because I might not have survived—but as I carefully lowered the shirt over my massively sensitive nipples with a shiver and pulled on the sweatpants that I was certain showed every inch of that cage, I swore I was going to orgasm without my dick even having a say in it.

The notification on my phone dinged a few minutes later, and Tris raised his eyebrows at me with a smirk as I said, “He’s here.”

Indeed, a young man who appeared to be about Tristan’s age was on my porch, and I was going to have to pick up the food just like this.

I started toward the stairs, but every step made the cage bounce in my pants and my erect nipples graze against the fabric. I was moaning at the pleasure-pain after just the first flight of stairs. By the time I’d reached the main floor, my Devil Daddy on my heels the whole way, my dick was bulging to capacity in the cage, my nipples were basically on fire, and my ass was twitching around the plug like it wanted to be filled with something much bigger. I was also panting like a pervert.

I tried to take a few calming breaths, but Tris just smacked me on the ass, way too close to the plug, and told me to get moving. So I did.

The kid was polite and more attentive than I would have liked him to be, and his eyes even got wide as he noticed the clamps under my gray T-shirt. He stuttered when he finally walked away, so my cheeks were flushed when I closed the door and turned around to find Tris snickering at me.

“You okay, Daddy?”

“Dammit, Tris. I have to live here!”

His snicker turned into a full laugh. “You were fine. He didn’t notice anything except maybe your nipples. Which . . .” He tapped his chin. “Fuck, pierced nipples would be hot on you.”

I pointed a finger directly at him. “No.”

He laughed harder as he followed me to the kitchen.

***

My evil Daddy-for-the-day had me strip naked to eat yet again. I did so dutifully, thinking that I’d need to clean the seat of my chair after today, then settled in to eat. The smaller plug was much more comfortable than the big one I’d had to wear at lunch, so it was a largely enjoyable experience eating dinner with Tris. Domestic. Calming. Fun, even.

Okay, I had to admit that Tris ordering me around and edging the fuck out of me had been amazing today. I didn’t know what he had planned for after dinner, but I suspected it would be torturous. But then we would be done. Today had been amazing, but I was an old man, and being constantly poked and prodded was wearing me out.