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I nod. “Safewords aren’t just to stop a scene, but for communication as well. I promise, I’ll let you know if I need to use one, or to talk about something.”

“Okay. I’m still going to feel guilty that I messed up in the first place, but thank you for trusting me.”

“You make it easy. And that’s not something I ever thought I’d say, but it’s true. We might be new, but this already feels different compared to every other experience I’ve had.”

“Same here, Doc, same here.”

Using my grip on his hair, I direct his head to where I want it, and lean in to kiss him, soft and slow, and so full of promise.

After our shower,Soren lets me out of my cage long enough to make sure my cock isn’t getting sore before locking it back up.

“How long are you going to torture me for?”

He grins at me in the mirror as he bends me over, forcing my ass to stick out for him. “As long as I want. Behave and it’ll go by quickly. Now, hold still.”

Carefully, he rubs cream into my bruised ass and I moan, enjoying the feeling of his hands on me, even though mysore and battered body tells me nothing fun can happen this morning.

I'm definitely feeling my age after long play.At the thought, I look into my own amber eyes reflected in the mirror, noting the slight crow’s feet at the corners. My medium-brown hair is the same as always, though while damp it looks darker than it is. I haven’t started graying yet, which is a blessing, but if I follow in my father’s footsteps, I know it’s coming within the next ten years.

My body is the same as it’s been since my early thirties: my height is really the only advantage I have at five-eleven. My frame is average, muscle mass hard for me to gain, but what I do have has yet to be lost to time, despite the fact I don’t exercise nearly as much as I should.

The seventeen year age gap between us means Soren still has a lot of life to live before he has to worry about his gentle descent into not looking like the twink he is. Whereas I’ve already been there, done that, minus the twink part. For a moment, I wonder whatthe hellhe’s doing with me.

But when he glances at me in the mirror, blue eyes so big, bright, and full of lust forme, I wonder if it even matters. His reasons are his own, just like mine are for me to deal with.

We’ve known each other for a month and a half, not nearly long enough to know if this thing is going anywhere, but…being older and wiser has its advantages. I can already tell this is different from any type of relationship I’ve ever been in. For more than just the Daddy kink. Soren seems to get me in a way no one except James ever has.

Point proven by the way he leans over me, fingernails digging into my hips, as he sucks the skin of my shoulder into his mouth and bites down.

Soren latches onto my flesh, adding to the collection of bruises already decorating my body. When he pulls back, I seeblood on his lips as he licks at the mark he’s leaving behind. It stings, but watching him take my blood into his body, knowing he’s claiming me so explicitly, has me moaning, and my caged dick aches to be let free.

I could fall for him, if I’m not careful.

When Soren spins me around, slamming me firmly—yet still gently enough so as not to damage me—against the vanity, and takes my mouth with his, I realize it’s already the beginning of the end.

DADDY

Will probably be late tonight, don’t wait up

DOC

Don’t worry, James can keep me company ?? Good luck.

DADDY

Thanks, baby, I need it

DOC

I’ll be ready for you when you get home, so you can release your…tension ??

DADDY

Behave, boy

DOC

Maybe

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