Page 43 of Pretty Puppy

Once he added more slick, Daddy pegged Ash’s gland a few times, each bump causing Ash to gasp and jerk. He positioned the toy against Ash’s hole, twisting it until the tight ring of muscle opened wide and accepted the object inside his body. Having to hold back his orgasm for the main event was becoming increasingly impossible, but Ash was determined. He’d waited a long time to be fisted and he wanted the full experience.

Daddy removed the plug agonizingly slow, his rim snapping shut over each section, his body trying to hang onto the toy. His patience was wearing thin.

“Ah, no.” Daddy tsked then began to work the plug back into his ass, twisting and turning the toy until it was seated again. “You don’t get to control how quickly the plug comes out or when it comes out. That’s up to Daddy.”

He arched his eyebrows at Ash and with a sigh, Ash relaxed his body.

“I didn’t push it out on purpose.” Daddy narrowed his eyes and Ash lowered his head. “Mostly. It sort of happened naturally and I didn’t try to stop.”

With a smirk, Daddy continued to tease him with the plug until Ash thought he’d go crazy. Clearly, he’d goofed by unintentionally trying to hurry things along. In deeper it would go, then almost all the way out, then more twisting and turning before going deeper again—Daddy wouldn’t stop tormenting him with the damn plug.

But Ash kept his lips tightly clamped together. He didn’t dare whine, beg or make demands to get Lee to move things along. Ash knew better than to manipulate Daddy. He wasn’t one to put up with pushy pups.

“That’s it,” Daddy cooed. “Let your head fall back, relax and let me be in control.”

A moment later, Ash got the relief he’d been so anxious for. The plug was removed, and they were ready to move on. However, he felt uncomfortably empty, desperate to be stretched and filled to his limits.

Daddy kissed him with a quick swipe of his tongue, his breathing elevated. It seemed Ash wasn’t the only one who was anxious to keep moving. He tapped Ash’s hip.

“Back on all fours. It will be easier for you to take my fist and for me to stimulate your gland.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

Ash hurried to comply. He caught Daddy suppressing a laugh in his peripheral vision. As soon as he was on his hands and knees, Daddy placed a pillow beneath his head.

“Put your head here, but keep your ass in the air, okay baby?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

His stomach tightened as he was struck with the reality of what they were about to share. He trusted Lee, knew he’d take care of him. But could he truly handle taking Daddy’s hand, allow a man to do such a thing to him?

“I love you,” Daddy whispered next to his ear. “Tell me your safeword.”

“Chew toy.”

Daddy had once told him that he didn’t ask for a safeword over and over so he could be reminded of it. He did it so the sub would have the chance to mouth the word, to hear it out loud in case things got so intense he had trouble bringing it to the surface.

“That’s my good boy.”

Daddy gently ran his palm down Ash’s spine, taking time to caress each ass cheek with soft, soothing circles. He repeated the move several times until Ash felt as if he were drifting away. The moment the sensation of Daddy’s fingers covered in lube was against his exposed hole, he became aware that his dick was at half-mast and that he was more relaxed than excited.

However, his nerves were no longer on edge, either. Daddy knew best, knew what Ash needed, and that was one of the reasons why he couldn’t picture life without Lee by his side.

“I’m adding a fourth finger now, so let me in.”

He’d taken four fingers before, but this was Daddy. In the same way he’d probed deep with the plug, he did with those digits, all the way to the knuckles of his hand.

“Oh God.” Ash’s breathing became shallow, and Daddy stopped.

“Slow, even breaths, baby. Let yourself go. Don’t fight it, take what Daddy has to give you.”

Ash exhaled then took in another breath, then another, his body giving in to the sensation of being so stuffed. Yet, he knew there was still more to go.

Daddy exited his ass, and Ash could tell he was adding more lube. He stretched Ash’s rim again by separating his fingers, then pushed all four back inside. This time when Daddy reached the knuckles of his hand, he sensed soothing else prodding at his rim.

His thumb.

In almost one complete move, Daddy curled his fingers then pushed the thumb inside Ash’s ass to make a fist.

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