Page 61 of Imperfect Skin

Alice nodded, smiling. “I always thought you liked each other, and Mouse was never sad when he was here, and you make each other smile. So that’s a good thing, right?”

I stood up and pulled Alice into my arms. “How did I get such a bright kid? You’re amazing.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty good.” Alice giggled.

“You sure are. Now, how about you start setting the table for me while I have a quick word with Mouse?”

“You’re going to kiss him again.” Alice rolled her eyes but grinned, hopping off the stool and heading to get the cutlery out. “Boys are so gross,” she huffed as she skipped past to the table.

I caught Mouse’s eye and started to laugh. Mouse had lost the same battle and was chuckling while Alice pointedly ignored both of us and set the table.

I moved over to wrap an arm around Mouse’s waist. “Want to be gross?” I asked, leaning down to kiss him softly.

“Yeah.” Mouse kissed me back and we both laughed at the quiet huffs coming from Alice.

“Alice sleeping?” Mouse sat in the middle of the bed wearing only a pair of pretty, black, lace panties and his cock cage. His dark hair spilled across his shoulder in waves, and my fingers twitched with the need to touch it.

“Snoring loud enough to make her gran proud.” I stepped into my bedroom proper and pushed the door to. There would be no fear of Alice walking in on us. Once she was out cold, she barely stirred, and if she did wake up, she always knocked on my door before stepping inside. I did the same for her. I wanted to instil in her a respect for each other’s privacy.

Mouse watched me hungrily as I began to shed my clothes. It stroked the ego having him look at me like he did.

His clothes were neatly folded on the small chair closest to his side of the bed.

“Good boy. Now, what do I get to do with you?” I murmured as I moved onto the bed next to him.

“Anything you like, Daddy.” His hair was like fine silk as I pushed it away from his neck. The bruise I’d left there when I’d fucked him the other night was still visible. It had only faded slightly.

“Mmm. What if I want to bite you all over, leave bruises on the inside of your thighs, so every time you move, you feel them?” I bit down none too gently on the old bite to emphasise my point.

The squeal followed by a moan that Mouse gave was nearly enough of an answer, but I still needed him to tell me.

“Please, fuck, yeah, I want to feel that, especially for tomorrow when I see Dec. I want to feel the bites and know you’re at the shop waiting for me.” Mouse tilted his head, giving me more space to bite.

“Can you lie on your back?” The wounds seemed to be healing well, but I didn’t want to risk Mouse’s recovery.

“Yeah. It still hurts a bit, but I can lie on it now. I tried before, just to make sure.” Mouse flashed me a grin.

“And what were you doing while you were spread out on your back, little Mouse?”

Mouse grabbed my hand and brought it between his legs until my fingers pushed past the lace of his panties and touched his hole. He was slick and open. “Oh, you naughty little boy.”

“I just wanted to be ready for you, Daddy, and I didn’t touch my cock.” Mouse’s eyes twinkled with mischief.

“Hmm.” I pushed my fingers inside of him roughly, causing him to arch his back and curse softly. “Remember, lamb, got to keep quiet.”

“Don’t know if I can, Daddy.” Mouse whined as I brushed a finger against his P-spot. Withdrawing my fingers, I pushed him back against the bed before I crawled over him until my cock brushed against his lips. I watched, transfixed as Mouse’s tongue slipped out as he tried to taste me.

“I know it will be hard, baby, but you’re going to try for me, right? You’re going to be my perfect little fucktoy and take everything Daddy has to give you.”

I slipped off the bed, causing Mouse to whimper.

“No, baby, none of that. Now tell me, are you going to be Daddy’s perfect, slutty boy?” I moved him around so he lay lengthwise across the bed. His head would hang over the side when I took my hand away. I’d had the bed made years ago, and D-rings were hidden in strategic positions, along with hooks for cuffs to be looped. Standing as I was, my cock would have no problem sliding into Mouse’s warm and welcoming mouth. I could take my time defiling his throat while I teased and abused the rest of his body.

“I will, Daddy. Use me, please, Daddy, I need you.” Mouse’s pleas were beautiful.

“Open wide, pretty thing. Remember, if it gets too much, tap on my leg.”

Mouse smiled up at me, his eyes bright. “You’ll never be too much for me, Daddy.”

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