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“No, babydoll. Not yet. God, you feel so good under me. You’re more relaxed than I’ve ever seen you. Are you leaking?”

“Yes, Daddy.” He’s so goddamned wet. “Please? You can. I didn’t know I’d want it so much, but I do. Robert, I want it. It’s so good and I want it. I can take it. I know I can.”

Robert groans. “Lovely boy. I want to. So much. I want to be inside you. Really use you, baby. But that’s not today. We have time,” he says, and sucks on Logan’s neck until Logan releases.

His neck glands are beginning to feel numb but sensitive because he’s released so much. And even his chest feels odd. His nipples are prickling. Just his Daddy’s weight on him, the feel of the sheets against his skin, makes him release again. “I think, Daddy, I’m making a mess on the sheets.”

“They wash, sweetheart.” Robert lies down on him for a moment, then presses his hips in sharp thrusts against Logan’s ass. “You feel amazing.”

“I want you inside me.”

“The answer is no. We don’t negotiate mid-scene. That’s part of Daddy making you feel safe. I want you to keep feeling good, Logan. I’m getting what I want, baby.”

“But I… I hurt.”

“Tell Daddy where,” Robert demands, licking and then sucking at the top of his spine before slipping closer to his shoulder.

“Between my legs.”

“I bet you need to come.”

“I don’t know, Daddy.” It’s true. He turns his head to the side and back again, wiping away the tears he can’t stop.

“We don’t have a good solution for that yet, do we? Your pretty little tits fit in Daddy’s hands. And your neck gives so easy. But between your legs, sweetheart. Do you have any ideas, Logan? What might feel good rather than bad?”

“I don’t know,” he whimpers, another horrible confession that leaves him feeling ripped open and vulnerable. Pathetic. But his Daddy is covering him, keeping him whole.

“Don’t cry, sweetheart. Leave it to Daddy.”

Robert’s hand shifts, covering both of Logan’s as he rearranges him, keeping him gently pinned to the bed, but his arms overhead, which makes Logan feel powerless and vulnerable. He slides the other hand down Logan’s side to his hip bone, fingers creeping under him, digging in and pulling Logan’s hip up so he arches his ass off the bed as Robert ruts against Logan’s ass.

“Can you rub it out like a good boy? Use a pillow to work against?”

He whines, afraid the answer is no.

“Fuck. Poor boy,” Robert murmurs and grinds hard against Logan, as if Logan’s frustration or ignorance excites him.

“Do you want Daddy’s hand to show you what to do, sweetheart?”

“Yes, please.” His voice is so quiet. He’s ashamed but willing.

“Good boy.” Robert hums happily and the hand on Logan’s hip slips under him, along the crease of his thigh, and touches Logan’s perineum gently. Featherlight. “You’re so hot, baby. Hot and sore and I just know you’re gonna have the tightest little hole.”

“Oh—Daddy,” he says, because it feels like the right thing to say. He buries his face in his arm, hiding from the embarrassment.

Robert presses around the glands carefully, panting gently as he stays still on top of him, focusing on Logan instead of his own pleasure. Robert traces the outline of his gland and Logan flinches. “Poor thing. Is that too much?”

“I can take it,” he says, sniffling. He doesn’t know why he’s blinking back tears, but he is.

“That’s not what I want for my sweet boy. Those tears make me think you don’t want it, either. You’ve had enough pain, Logan. Daddy knows what you need.”

“What?” Logan asks, certain Robert is right. Whatever he says, whatever he decides Logan needs, Logan will trust.

“Let’s get you some come. I’ll rub it into you and you’ll release, I just know it. Won’t that feel nice? It’s exactly what you need. And it’s what I want to give you.”

“Oh,” he sighs, as Robert’s dominance blankets him. And then Robert chases his own orgasm, rutting hard against Logan’s hole, gliding over the sensitive puckered skin, and then he comes, flooding Logan’s crack and up his back. He slides his cock down between Logan’s legs, giving himself a few soft squeezes, spurting come on Logan’s throbbing balls. And then he’s rubbing it in, massaging his come into Logan’s sore taint, over the orbs of his balls and even the very root of his shaft. That has him flinching and whimpering, so close to the line between pleasure and pain that he can’t make sense of it.

But he clenches up tight in his stomach and starts to tremble, shaking as his Daddy keeps working.

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