Page 40 of Daddy Marc's Gem

Foster’s eyes fluttered open, and he beamed that soft, vulnerable smile that made Marc’s heart ache with tenderness. “Mmm, yes Daddy. Kinda floating a bit.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear.” Marc selected a piece of aged cheddar from the platter. “Open your mouth.”

Foster parted his lips without hesitation, accepting the morsel. A small sound of pleasure escaped him as he chewed. “You got my favorite. Thank you.”

“Only the best for my boy.”

Next, he chose a slice of sweet apple to contrast with the salt of the cheese. Marc watched him chew, mesmerized by the simple joy on his face. The intimacy of caring for Foster in such a basic, nurturing way was almost as satisfying for him as sex.

Almost.

Which brought him back to what he wanted to share with Foster tonight. He reminded himself that Foster might safeword before things ever got started, and he honestly wouldn’t blame him. Even subs who enjoyed ass play didn’t always go for this particular activity. So he needed to prepare himself that Foster might feel the same way.

After several more bites of food, with Marc stealing his own bites here and there, he set the empty plate aside. He dunked his fingers in the bath and frowned.

“The water’s cooling. Are you ready to get out, or would you like me to add some hot water?”

Foster stretched his arms way above his head. “I’m ready to get out.”

Marc reached for a towel, holding it open as Foster stood, water trickling down his lithe body. He took his time drying him, patting the soft fabric against every inch of skin, lingering over the places that made Foster’s breath catch. The candles flickered, casting dancing shadows across Foster’s features as Marc wrapped the towel around his waist.

“Better?” Marc asked, brushing damp strands of golden blond hair from Foster's forehead.

“Much. Thank you.” Foster leaned into the touch, his eyes half-lidded with contentment. “I feel like I'm melting.”

“Mmm…” Marc pressed a kiss to his temple. “Melted boy. My favorite.”

Foster chuckled. “But not too melted for any other tricks you might have up your sleeve.”

“Is that so?” Marc winked.

He guided Foster out of the bathroom and toward their bed, which he’d prepared earlier—fresh sheets, extra pillows, and a condom tucked underneath two folded hand towels on the nightstand. They hadn’t used condoms for a while, and he didn't want Foster wondering what it was for—he wanted his reaction to be genuine.

Marc untucked the towel around Foster’s waist, and it fell to the floor. “Lie on your stomach.”

Foster complied immediately, his fair skin flushed from the bath, his half-hard cock bobbing as he got into place.

“Mine,” Marc murmured, tracing a finger from Foster’s down to the gentle curve of his ass. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

Foster quirked a smile. “I think I have some idea.”

Marc chuckled, leaning down to nibble Foster’s ear lobe until he was laughing.

“Tickles!”

“You love extreme sensations, don’t you?” Marc grabbed one of the extra pillows. “Lift your hips.” He stuffed the cushion beneath him, but when Foster bent both his knees in anticipation, Marc stilled him. “Keep one leg straight. I want to try something with you tonight.” Marc dragged his fingertips along Foster’s exposed crease. “Something that requires absolute trust. Do you trust me, baby?”

Foster nodded without hesitation. “With everything, Daddy.”

“Sweet boy.” Marc stroked his cheek. “If at any point you want to stop, you use your safeword. No questions asked, no disappointment. Understand?”

“Yellow to slow down, red to stop. Got it.”

Marc pressed a kiss behind Foster’s ear before moving to the nightstand. When he’d returned to the bedroom from the kitchen, he’d left small paper bag and a paring knife next to the towels. He removed the lube from the drawer then pulled the small wastebasket next to the bed. When he sat on the edge of the mattress, he noted that Foster had lifted his head, his eyebrows dipping low.

“What’s in the bag? Why do you have a knife?”

“Are you using a safeword?”

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