Page 24 of Her Devious Daddies

“Tell me,” I encouraged. “Unless you want me to do whatever I please.”

“Oh, god…”

I loved how desperate he sounded, his voice thick with emotions. He buried his head in the crook of my neck.

“Thirty seconds, August. Then I’ll do whatever I want.”

August lightly stroked his entire body against mine, his hands touching my muscled chest through my shirt. I lifted it up and off my head, throwing it across the room to land it on the dresser. I shucked out of my jeans. Though I hadn’t been wearing anything under them last night, this morning I had taken a quick shower. I had several outfits in the closet and dressers and opted for navy boxer-briefs. August pushed himself off me. Licking his lips, he regarded me with hungry eyes.

I bit his earlobe. “Tick… tock.”

He shook his head. “Please help me quiet the thoughts racing in my mind, Logan. Please do whatever you want to me, but don’t make me ask for it. Or tell you about it. Or beg for it.” His chest rose and fell. “Please?”

“Such a good boy.” I patted his cheek harder than a friendly tap.

“Logan…” He panted my name in between heavy breaths.

“Just relax. Let me take care of you.” I kissed his neck, licking and biting until he moaned and tipped his head back. Threading my fingers into his thick, blond hair, I guided his head toward mine. Passionately kissing him, I delved my tongue into his mouth. He moaned against my lips, and he tasted incredible. We made out for a little while and I kept him close to me, running my hands all over his body. I sat there looking at him with curiosity, letting the anticipation build. He ran his hand across my crotch a few times then rubbed my dick. I allowed him the time to explore, especially since his frank confession. August hadn’t been with a man before, and though I wanted to ask him about it, now was not the time. I did not want to be the one who would quell his desires or make him embarrassed in any way.

I bit his earlobe again, eliciting a low groan from his lips. “Why don’t you lie back and let me spoil you?”

“I don’t really know what you mean.”

“Relax.” I patted the top of the bed and waited for him to climb higher along the mattress. He leaned against the padded headboard, getting comfortable. It was padded for exactly the purpose I had in mind. Shifting my body, I rolled out of bed, not bothering to look at August who was likely sweating from the anticipation. Grabbing several silk ties and a brand-new toy, along with lube from the armoire I returned to his side. August eyed the items but could not see exactly what I had in my hands.

“What are you planning, Sir?”

“Don’t worry about it.” I took his left wrist into my hand and before he could balk, secured it to the cleverly crafted headboard.

“Logan!”

I leaned across him, securing his right wrist. “Yes?”

August shot me a murderous glare but it was heavily dipped in arousal. Opening the plug, I twirled it around with flair. He kept his eyes on it, watching as I lubricated the tip and down the length of the toy. “You have your colors and your safeword, August. If something I’m doing makes you uncomfortable or causes pain, you tell me. Understood?”

“Yes, but what are we doing?”

“I’m making you feel good, babyboy.” I winked and moved in between his legs. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes, Logan. I trust you. I’m not entirely sure about what you’re going to do, but I trust you to make me feel good,” he confirmed.

“I’m very happy to hear you say that. Breathe. This toy is thicker than it looks. Bend your knees.” I pressed the head of the plug to his tight pucker. August clenched but I slowly advanced it, stretching him slowly allowing him to get accustomed to the width. His hips arched upward, and he moaned.

“Please…?”

“Please what?”

I climbed up the bed until I straddled his torso, leaning down to capture his chin in my hand. August groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. I tapped his cheek again until he looked at me, his gorgeous ocean-blue orbs studying my face.

“It feels so good, Sir. I just need a release. I’ll do anything.”

“We’re going to work on your wording and your promises, August. I’ll take full advantage of your casual remarks. But lucky for you, I’ll verify before doing so.” Kissing him passionately, I growled into his mouth. I wanted him to feel even better, but it was also fun to edge him just a tiny bit.

“Sir,” August grunted.

“What’s up?”

“Me.”

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