Page 43 of A Stable Daddy

The sharpness of his tone tells me that I’ve pushed him to his limits, and I know it’s time to back off and give him his well-earned release.

After turning off the vibration for the last time, I wait for him to slump against me before I push him back. I snag the key for the cage from the side table and reach for his cock.

“Thankyou,” he murmurs deliriously as pretty tears slide down his cheeks. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

I unlock the cage and carefully free his balls and dick from their stainless-steel confines, stroking the remaining lube from its application over his shaft. Unsurprisingly, it takes very little stimulation to bring him to full hardness, but I’m not completely ready for this to be over yet.

With my own dick straining again, despite having come inside him not all that long ago, I instruct, “You’re not allowed to come yet. Not until I say you can,” and wait for him to acknowledge me before I stand him up and bend him back over the arm of the couch.

He whimpers and starts to beg all over again as I tug the bulbous plug from his body to its widest point, then push it back inside him over and over again. His breathing is heavy and hitching, turning into choked-off gasps and sobs as he tries to hold back his orgasm under the force of my teasing.

Without warning, I tug the toy free and then drop to my knees to lick at his stretched hole. I can taste my own cum and remnants of the lube I used earlier, as well as the flavour that is uniquely Ryan, and my cock jumps in my hand, as if it’s demanding to swap places with my tongue.

“I can’t—Oz…Oscar…fuck! I…I…I…” Ryan has completely unravelled now, bouncing his hips backwards, encouraging me to fuck him with my tongue. “It’s t-too much. Your tongue. Fuck.Fuck. I can’t hold it. I’m going to come.”

Tearing my mouth away, I bite the round flesh of his ass cheek, then insist, “Youcanhold it, sweetheart. You’re Daddy’s good boy.”

He moans and his desperation is palpable. “Ican’t,” he sounds almost broken, “I’m too close…Please, Daddy. I want to be good.”

“Okay, honey, okay,” I soothe him, surging back to my feet before grabbing is hips and sinking into him without further preamble.

“Yes!” he cries out, arching his back. “Oh my God, yes!”

I rear back and slam into him twice, and he shudders and sobs. “D-daddy…”

“You…fuck…” I hiss as he clamps around me, “You can come now, darlin’.”

It only takes one more thrust of my hips for him to howl and stiffen as he erupts. I can’t see his face, but I can hear his stuttered breaths and feel him trembling from the endorphin rush as he continues to paint the couch with his built-up release. I continue to fuck into him, letting the tightening of his body pull me over the edge again for the second time tonight.

I withdraw carefully and then help him up, dropping us down onto the couch, heedless of the cum we’re spreading beneath us.

It’s a leather couch. It will wipe clean.

Ryan is a mess, tear-streaked and boneless, and I cuddle him through the afterglow and come-down. I don’t think he hit subspace tonight, but he’s still blissed-out and thoroughly wrecked.

“You good?” I ask him, brushing back the strands of hair that have fallen over his sweaty forehead.

“Mmhmm,” he agrees, then yawns widely. He snuggles even closer against me, rubbing his cheek into my shoulder. “I didn’t know I needed that, but I did.”

“Me too,” I agree. “After the cabin” —I sigh, trying to work out how to phrase my feelings— “I just wanted to bring a bit more of that feeling home with us. Not that we don’t already have that here, but…I don’t know what I’m even trying to say.”

He stills, then repeats, “Home?”

Shit.

Technically, I live on the station, but that’s not where my heart is. Not anymore. But even though he knows that I love him, telling him that I feel like this is my home now is kind of huge, and also more than presumptuous. “Ryan, I—”

“I want this to be your home,” he interrupts me. “I want this to be where you’re happy. I want…” he swallows roughly and his voice cracks, “I want this to be our future. For—for as long we’re both alive.”

I can’t help but think of his former husband, of the man he’d thought he’d get older and greyer with, and how much it means for him to have included me in the new, unplanned vision of his future where he’d once thought Maddox would be. They’re big shoes to fill —I know it from the stories he’s told me, and of how kind and welcoming Maddox’s kids have been when I’ve spoken to them— and I’m determined to not take Ryan’s trust that I’ll fill it well for granted.

“I want that, too, darlin’.” It would have scared me to admit as much, considering the mistake I’d made putting all my eggs in one lying, cheating basket not even a year ago. But there’s no fear here now. Just the certainty that I am exactly where I should be. I bend towards him to brush my lips against his in a tender kiss, my voice barely a whisper when I repeat, “I want that, too.”

Chapter Nineteen – Ryan

Iwake on Saturday morning to an empty bed and the murmur of low voices drifting up the stairs and into my bedroom. Considering I’m not expecting anyone other than Oscar to be in my house —ourhome, I correct myself giddily— the fogginess of sleep evaporates instantly and I’m on high alert.

It’s only the fact that I can hear the distinctive twang of Oscar’s voice, calm and measured in whatever he’s saying to whoever else is downstairs with him, which keeps me from leaping to conclusions about home intrusion or whatever. Nevertheless, I dress quickly, pulling on my discarded pj pants and a soft cotton t-shirt before hurrying down the stairs.

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