Page 12 of Surrender

“Good. I want you to stay close,” I tell him, breathless and harsh. “I want to keep you on the edge until you can’t take it anymore. Can you do that for Daddy?”

I keep stroking him, all while my balls feel like they’re emptying more than they ever have. It’s a shame I had to use a condom; I’d have loved to spill directly into his ass. But no. I’m acting like an idiot, but that doesn’t mean I have to completely disregard my own safety.

Fox sobs and shakes his head. “No, please. Daddy, I need it.” He blinks rapidly at me, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say those were tears in his eyes.

“What do you need?” I demand. “Tell me exactly what you need, boy, and maybe I’ll give it to you.” I keep slowly stroking him, backing off every time I think he’s on the verge of losing control.

It’s really a fucking pity I left the remote to his shock collar in my pants pocket.

“I need to come,” he whines. “Daddy, please touch me more.”

I groan, and I can’t stand it either. I’m starting to soften, and I want to feel his entire body plummet into the depths of sheer pleasure before I withdraw from him completely. I stroke him harder, faster, whispering, “Come, little fox. Come for Daddy.”

Fox cries out and convulses, spilling all over my hand and even onto his own stomach. I can feel him squeeze even tighter around me.

If I were ten years younger, it might have been enough to get me hard all over again, but I’m pushing forty and it’s not that easy anymore.

I let go of his cock and bend over him, gripping his chin and forcing a harsh kiss on him. He’s still moaning, lips parted, and he offers no resistance as I plunge my tongue inside and ravage him thoroughly.

By the time I break away from the kiss, I’m having a hard time breathing. It’s so much, too much. I’ve had some pretty good scenes at the club, but I don’t usually fuck the people I play with there. I whip them, sure; I like spanking them as well. But fucking? No.

I guess the only reason I let myself go like this is because Fox is chained to my bed. It would serve me right if he managed to get free while I was taking him so hard, when my guard was down, but he just collapses back down on the bed when I pull out of him with a slight mewl of pain.

For several long moments, we’re both simply panting hard, recovering.

Then Fox reaches up to scratch at his chin. “You got cum all over my face.”

I blink at him, then realize I ran my cum-stained hand all over his chin and throat. “It suits you.” I smirk. “I don’t think this will be the last time you have cum on your face, though next time it’ll probably be mine. Would you lick it away like the little slut you are?”

Fox groans and says, “Yes, Daddy.”

Daddy. Damn. I can’t let myself get used to it. He’ll be gone in a flash when this is resolved.

But fuck, I’ll enjoy it in the meantime.

“Get some rest, little fox,” I tell him, standing up. “I’ll send someone in to, ah, dress your wounds again.”

And probably get bitched at for reopening them, but I’ll take it.

It was absolutely fucking worth it.

CHAPTER FOUR

FOX

“I still don’t think this is necessary,” I say, raising up my bound wrists. “You’ve got the shock collar on me.”

Cristiano snorts at me. “You’re lucky I didn’t cuff them behind your back.” He pats the spot next to him on the couch.

Part of me wants to fight him, but I know there’s no point right now. And as good as the sex was, even a day later my back is still reminding me that it was a bad fucking idea.

My cock and hole disagree, but they aren’t the ones throbbing in pain.

Well, not much pain.

I settle in next to him, and just to spite him, I cuddle up right up against his side. “I didn’t figure you for the kind to relax with your… reluctant allies… in front of the TV.”

“What else do you suggest we do?” Cristiano asks, quirking his brows. “Go for a walk in the park? Make ourselves bigger targets?” He shakes his head. “No. My people are working on gathering information, and that takes time. At least I’m not leaving you in my torture room all alone.”

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