Chapter 20
ROWAN
The moment we get home, Damon leads me to the bedroom.
My skin is tingling with anticipation. He leaves me standing by the foot of the bed while he goes to our kink drawer.
He retrieves a set of restraints and the apparently not aptly-named Tentickle.
The Tentickle is a luminous blue dildo, wider at the base than at the tip, and curved into an S shape.
The underside is moulded to resemble the suction cups on an octopus’s tentacle.
Arm. I chuckle to myself. Who knew I’d go on a cruise and be taught a marine biology lesson?
“Something funny, boy?” Damon asks.
“No, Daddy. I’m just looking forward to playing with the Tentickle.”
He purses his lips and stares at it. “Maybe we should think about renaming it.”
“Oh, god, no. Armtickle is not sexy at all. Plus, you’d have to change all the packaging. Wouldn’t that cost a bomb?”
He hums thoughtfully. “Maybe, but we could do it at the same time as releasing a new toy which is shaped like a tentacle.”
“Oh! Good idea! You could rejuvenate sales in one toy while promoting the new one.”
“Exactly.”
“Well, Daddy, you’d better get to work designing Elevated’s new toy. After you’ve fucked me senseless, obviously.”
“Obviously.”
He puts the dildo on the bedside table and takes a bottle of lube out of the top drawer.
We stopped using condoms a couple of months ago, after getting tested together.
He threads the restraints beneath the mattress.
He’s only got the wrist ones out, and he’s put them halfway down the bed, which tells me he’s going to bend me over the foot of the bed and fuck me hard. If I’m lucky, he’ll spank me, too.
Once everything is ready, he wanders over to me and slowly undresses me while kissing me. His actions are tender enough to make my heart flutter.
“You’re beautiful, boy,” he tells me when I’m fully naked.
I don’t feel vulnerable, even though he’s still dressed.
I know he’ll take care of me. This is part of the game.
His way of establishing that he’s firmly in control, as if I didn’t know that already.
He’ll get undressed when he’s good and ready.
He turns me around and gently but firmly pushes me so my chest is against the mattress, with my arse in the air.
I bend my knees a little, so I’m in a comfortable position, and turn my face so my cheek is against the bed.
He secures the cuffs around my wrists, making sure they’re not too tight, by running his finger around the soft, padded interior.
He picks up the lube and dildo and then stands out of my line of sight. I listen to the rustle of his clothes.
“I want to see you get naked, Daddy,” I complain.
He replies with a sharp slap across my arse.
I yelp and bite my lip, even though the sting is already fading. I love it when he spanks me. It makes me shiver and turns me on.
More rustling, and then he presses against me, allowing me to feel his bare legs against mine, and his hard cock against my arse.
I groan and shiver in response. I wish I could see him, but not being able to is fun.
It allows me to guess what’s going to happen next.
Even though I’m semi-expecting it, the cold trickle of lube over my crack still makes me gasp and wriggle in protest. Chuckling, he uses a finger to spread and warm the lube.
“You have such a pretty pucker,” he tells me.
“Prettier than my face, Daddy?”
He replies with a swift spank. “Nothing is prettier than your face, boy.”
I snigger. “My pucker is just a close second, then?”
Another spank. My cock jerks and leaks precum.
“When are you allowed to come?”
“When you give me permission to, Daddy.”
“And if I don’t?”
I pout. “Then I don’t get to come.”
It’s something he teases, but has never gone through with. Sometimes, he nearly fools me into believing he might, because he makes me wait almost unbearably long. Weirdly, that tiny seed of doubt always leads to a stronger orgasm than I was expecting. I sigh. He’s such a good Daddy.
“My arse is ready, Daddy. Will you fuck me now?” I know he won’t.
“I’ll fuck you when I’m ready to, boy, and not before. I want to play more, first.” He rubs the tip of the Tentickle over my hole.
I moan and shiver. The moulded suction cups are tiniest at the tip, but still feel so good.
He eases the dildo inside me. I release a long, loud groan while he fills me up with it and strokes it over my prostate.
The texture is intense, especially towards the end, where the dildo gets thicker.
I groan as he thrusts it in and out of me.
My legs are turning to jelly. I’m quivering with desire.
My cock is stiff and throbbing, my balls drawn up so tight my eyes are threatening to water.
I already need to come, but I know he won’t let me, not until he’s buried balls deep inside me and ready to come himself.
“Daddy!” I claw at the sheets, gripping them in my shaking hands.
He uses the Tentickle relentlessly. I could safe word, but I won’t.
I don’t need to. As much as I might protest, I love it when he uses toys.
I like him having complete control of my orgasms. I adore showing him how good a boy I am, even if it’s hard to stop myself from coming and spilling my load all over the bed before he tells me I can.
And, oh, god, he knows just how fast and deep to thrust the dildo to bring me to the brink.
He knows exactly when to slow down, or even stop, so I don’t lose control.
He’s a master at controlling my pleasure, and I love him for it.
As I think I can’t take any more, he eases the Tentickle out of my arse.
“Don’t move, boy.”
I laugh and weakly tug against the restraints. “Where am I going to go, Daddy?”
“Not even a muscle,” he warns.
I hear the bathroom door click open, then the sound of running water. He’s cleaning the dildo while I wait, with my partially-wrecked arse in the air. It feels like an eternity has passed before he returns to me. He strokes my arse gently and nudges the head of his cock against my hole.
“Ready for more, boy?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I rasp.
The lube bottle whines, telling me he’s preparing his cock. Then he grips my hips and shoves inside me in one hard, swift thrust, until his balls nestle against my arse cheeks.
“Oh, Daddy, you feel so good.”
“So do you, boy.” He grunts, holds me tight, and fucks me hard.
It’s so fucking good. He’s amazing. My brain rattles in my head. My cheek brushes over the sheet. He fills me up, almost leaves me empty, before ramming into me again.
“Spank me, Daddy. Oh, please, spank me!”
He lifts his hand. I hold my breath, waiting for the inevitable.
His hand comes down on my arse cheek, sharp enough to sting, but not too hard.
He spanks me and fucks me, turning me into a trembling, breathless wreck.
I’m so close to coming, but I grind my teeth and keep the tidal wave at bay through sheer willpower.
I gasp and pant, and twist the sheets into my fists.
“Amazing, Daddy.” At least, that’s what I try to say, but I’m not sure how intelligible my words are.
He chuckles in response and then, almost triumphantly, cries out, “Come, boy!”
His cock throbs inside me, and he fills me with his hot cum. I turn my face into the mattress, screaming into it as I spill my load, my body shuddering uncontrollably. My legs fail me, and I collapse onto the bed, into my cum. He lies over me, gasping and shivering, his cock still inside me.
“That was so good, Daddy.”
He kisses my sweaty back. “Worth waiting for?”
“Yes. So worth it.”
We lie still until our breathing is even, then he slips out of me, undoes the restraints, moves me out of the damp patch, and fetches a warm, wet cloth to clean me up with. Once he’s cleaned himself and disposed of the cloth, he tucks us into bed and cuddles me against him.
I rest my cheek on his shoulder and stroke his chest. “I love you, Daddy.”
He kisses my hair. “I love you, too, boy.”
“I can’t wait to move in together.”
“Nor can I.” I can hear the smile light up his voice, which makes me grin and hold him tighter.