Page 37 of Imperfect Skin

“When we’re together like this, I’m not sure what to call you. Are you my Sir, my Daddy, or that bossy bastard?” I teased.

“I’m really not a stickler for titles at home. Whatever you feel comfortable with.” Cal’s lips twitched. “Well, except for that last one.”

“That works for me. It’s more a headspace thing for me, I think. Right now, you are very much Sir,” I purred, looking hungrily at the fine trail of silver hair that led to his groin. I licked my lips involuntarily.

“You look hungry.” Sir gave me a devilish grin as he pulled his cock from the confining denim of his jeans.

“I could eat.” I smirked, making a show of licking my lips but not moving forwards.

Cal crooked his finger, motioning me towards him. “Let’s see how good you are at keeping me warm, lamb, and then we’ll see about feeding you.”

“I’m a greedy boy,” I murmured, eyeing his cock hungrily.

Cal leaned forwards, a wolfish grin on his face. “You’ll be a good boy, and I’ll fill you up.” He tugged gently on my beard, guiding me to his semi-hard cock.

I nuzzled at his cock, taking my time. Perhaps I wanted to tease Cal a little. I ran my tongue over the mushroom head of his cock, playing with the piercing that sat below the slit. I wondered how his piercings would feel inside me, rubbing against my prostate.

I licked lower, letting out a happy moan when I felt the Jacob’s ladder piercings that ran along his shaft.

Cal gave a low growl in warning. “Don’t tease. I have no intention of coming yet.” He guided my mouth onto his cock, and I opened obediently. The musky, sweet taste of him filled my senses as his cockhead slipped past my lips. I flattened my tongue and stayed still as he fed me his cock. I let my mind float, feeling the weight of his cock in my mouth and the silken ropes that wound around my wrists.

The urge to tease and suck at his cock came and went as I floated, but I wanted to please him and not earn a punishment today. It was a novel feeling but one I was going to run with it. Don’t get me wrong, I was itching to feel Sir’s paddle or lash against my skin. I had no doubt he’d have me seeing stars. But after The Pit I found I wanted to taste something different, to feel a Dom’s pleasure and not wrath.

Taking a deep breath in through my nose I settled myself, the warmth of Cal’s thighs bracketing me.

“Good, lamb. Now just close your eyes and relax.” I relaxed under his hand as he started to stroke my hair. The TV turned on, but I ignored it in favour of focusing on the cock in my mouth. Drool was already starting to pool behind my lips, but I didn’t care. I pressed my lips further down until my nose brushed Cal’s neatly trimmed pubes.

I stroked his cock with my tongue and whimpered in surprise when I felt more piercings lower on his shaft. My mind started trying to work out where more would be as I teased the newly found piercings with my tongue.

“That’s quite enough of that, lamb. When I want to use your mouth to come, I’ll do it then and not before.” The rebuke was gentle, but enough to stop my teasing explorations. “Be a good boy, and I promise to fuck your throat raw later.”

I shivered at the dirty promise. I could be good with the right encouragement.

Twelve

CALLUM

Ibarely focused on the TV screen, I was so entranced by Mouse. For once, his body was relaxed. It took a moment like this for me to recognise that Mouse was constantly in motion. Be it his fingers tapping some unheard tune or his feet shuffling, he was never still. I brushed a few dark strands of hair away from his face, running the smooth strands through my fingers as I swept them behind his ear.

Things had moved a lot faster than I’d planned. I’d wanted Mouse to get used to the idea of me taking control, being his Daddy, but it seemed that wasn’t going to be our way. Balls to the wall and buckle in would be more suited. That didn’t mean I wasn’t going to make sure everything we did benefitted Mouse, even if he didn’t see it at the time.

A chuckle bubbled in my chest as the reality of our situation, of what we could be together, seemed so logical and right. The first time he’d uttered “Daddy” I was so fucking gone. I wanted to mark him, claim him as mine and mine alone. The intensity of that feeling scared the hell out of me.

How long had it been since I’d had a play partner who made me feel like this? I hated to admit it, but Doc had hit the nail on the head when he’d claimed Mouse was looking for something he didn’t even know he needed. It seemed I was too. But could I really be the type of Daddy Mouse needed?

I bit back a groan as Mouse’s clever little tongue stroked my cock. The cheeky minx was begging for me to fuck his gorgeous mouth.

My sweet boy was going to have to learn patience.

I pushed my foot between Mouse’s legs and nudged my toes against his balls. Mouse gave a soft little gasp around my cock. I ignored him and pushed harder, and Mouse responded by moaning louder. Looking down I could see his cock was hard, the crown of it already wet with precome.

“Daddy’s going to cage you tonight, but not before I get a few orgasms out of you first. That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it, little lamb?”

Mouse drew off my cock with a pop and a slow grin. “Yes please, Daddy.”

“You should learn to be careful what you wish for.” Before he could answer I leaned down and captured his mouth in a filthy kiss, nipping at his bottom lip hard enough to pull out a needy whine from him. I stroked the bite with my tongue, soothing the hurt, before Mouse parted his lips. Our tongues danced in a messy tangle until he was breathless and humping against my leg.

“None of that. You need to be a good boy for me. Colour?” I ran my thumb over Mouse’s lips, smearing his saliva across them.

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