Chapter Eight #2
The use of his safeword to pause things a moment shocked me, but I didn’t let it show. I returned to him and pulled him up into a hug.
“Sorry. I’m sorry. I take it back,” he mumbled into my neck.
“No. Tell me what it is about the nesting that bothers you, because I suspect in the privacy of your own home, you make yourself nests, don’t you?”
He nodded.
“So why can’t we make one together?”
“Can I ask you a question?” He still wouldn’t look at me, burying his head in my shoulder.
“Of course you can.”
“Do you want me to make us a nest because you wish I was an omega?”
My brave, sweet, little fox.
I palmed each side of his face so he couldn’t avoid eye contact.
“No, baby boy. I want us to have a nest for our scenes because I think you’ll feel safer inside one, and in the future, I want you to build them because I’m a bossy bastard, and I like seeing you do things just because I told you to.”
A few tears tracked down his beautiful cheeks, but he smiled and barked out a wet laugh.
“Is that okay?” I asked.
“Yes, sorry, Daddy. Green.”
“Never apologise for using your safeword. There is never a bad time to pause and check in. Okay?”
He nodded and let me wipe the tears from his cheeks with the pads of my thumbs.
“Okay, let’s get started, then.”
It was funny how quickly Cooper went from being terrified of building a nest to suddenly being a little bossy about it.
“No, that shouldn’t go there,” he said when I placed a cushion near to the bottom of the bed.
I couldn’t help but grin. “Oh? Where should it go?”
“Um… Maybe I should just build it?” he suggested, and then stood pondering his arrangement for a moment with his bottom lip tugged between his teeth.
It took a lot not to laugh, but this side of him was so fucking adorable, I was worried I might actually die.
“Go ahead.”
I shifted his clothes from the armchair to the dresser and took a seat so I could enjoy the view of a completely naked Cooper in his element as he arranged then rearranged all the blankets and cushions on the bed until he stood back with his hands on his hips, satisfied with the result.
“Is this okay?” he asked nervously.
“It looks perfect to me, little fox. Good job.”
He smiled. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“Now go lie down in the centre on your back for me.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Cooper clambered inside the nest and sprawled out, looking relaxed.
I’d fixed some silk ties to the bedposts earlier that I could feed through each corner of the nest, and I began tying them around his wrists and ankles.
“These feel nice and soft, Daddy.”
“Mmm,” I agreed. “My goal is to restrain you, not to hurt you.”
Cooper smiled and closed his eyes as I took my time on the task, stroking the delicate skin of his wrists as I wrapped the soft material around them.
Once I was finished, I headed for the bedside table, where I’d left some things out. I picked up what was essentially a feather duster to begin.
“Ooooft. That tickles,” Cooper said as I gently brushed the feathers over his taut stomach. The muscles of his abs rippled as he tensed from the sensation.
I brushed down the sides of his ribs, the insides of his thighs, and his arms and legs before letting the feathers sweep over his softened cock and balls.
Finding the glasses of water I’d brought up earlier, I fished out an ice cube and rubbed it against his nipple, making him gasp and his eyes fly open.
“Oh! Oh, fuck,” he garbled.
I continued on until both his nipples were stiff, red, and dripping from the melted ice before dipping my head to suck on them.
My little fox tried to wriggle, but the restraints didn’t let him move beyond that.
His cock was swollen and curved up and away from him invitingly. Fishing out another ice cube, I sucked on it for a few seconds before taking Cooper’s cock into my mouth.
“Gaaaah! Holy shit. That feels… Oh god!”
I licked and sucked on him a little longer before letting his length fall from between my lips, leaving him gasping on the bed.
“Dadddyyyy,” he whined. “Need… need something. In my mouth. Please, Daddy.”
“Since you asked so nicely, baby boy.”
I stripped out of my own clothes, and Cooper barely even blinked, watching my every move intently until I finally took off my boxer briefs and stuffed them into his mouth.
“Can you click your fingers for me?” I asked.
He nodded and clicked them. “Good boy. Yellow or red, I don’t care, you click them or spit out my underwear to speak, okay?”
He nodded again before contentedly chewing and sucking on the fabric that must have more than its fair share of precum on it.
Returning to the bedside table, I retrieved the anal lube recommended for alphas and untied Cooper’s ankles before planting his feet on the mattress so his legs were bent.
“When I pull on the base of the plug, push, okay?”
Cooper grunted through his make-shift gag.
I tugged on the metal base and twisted it a few times just to tease him before putting in a little effort and watching as his tight little hole gave way and the plug fell to the mattress. I placed it on the bedside table to wash later.
His hole was pink with a smattering of hair surrounding it, and I pushed his legs back so I could get a taste of him.
Fucking delicious.
Softened from the plug, the tight ring of muscle gave way as I pushed my tongue inside and Cooper moaned like he couldn’t decide whether to push into my face or wriggle away from me.
I’d only intended to have a quick taste, but it was so fucking good and Cooper was so responsive that I couldn’t help but stay down there for longer.
Eventually, when I looked up and saw the first signs of frustrated tears running down my little fox’s face, I gave him a few seconds to collect himself.
I moved to the head of the bed and untied Cooper’s wrists.
“Pull your knees back and hold them for me,” I instructed.
My boy didn’t hesitate to expose himself further for me, and I could tell from the glazed look in his eyes that he’d slipped deep into subspace. It was a beautiful thing to witness.
Pouring a generous amount of lube down his crack and onto my fingers, I then pushed two of them inside. It was a tight fit at first, but when Cooper relaxed, I was able to plunge them in and out of him with ease.
With my other hand, I squeezed more lube onto the head of his cock and began loosely stroking his length while it throbbed in my palm.
“You’re doing so good, baby boy,” I reassured him.
I alternated the amount of pressure on his cock as I scissored my fingers to stretch him and watched him very carefully.
There it is.
And I let go, removing my fingers at the same time.
Cooper’s cock jerked several times against his stomach. My soaked underwear barely muffled the groan of anguish Cooper let out, and I chuckled darkly.
“Hmmm. Nearly came without asking then, little fox. That’s naughty.”
He looked guilty over it, so I smiled to reassure him that I wasn’t actually holding him responsible for that.
Giving him a moment to cool back down, I gave my own cock some attention. Could I even remember the last time I’d enjoyed a scene this much? Felt this much of a thrill at torturing a beautiful sub in the way that we both needed more than air?
All my concerns about this arrangement were shoved to the back of my brain as I settled into how perfect this was. How perfect he was.
Adding more lube, I pushed in three fingers this time, but there was no real resistance. My little fox was relaxed and supple now, and I knew that when it was time, my cock would give him only pleasure, not pain.
I stroked his cock again, and he scrunched his eyes shut like he was getting close already. I figured we might have to work on his stamina a little. Luckily for him, I would very much enjoy that process.
It didn’t take as long this time before I could see his neck straining and the muscles in his stomach tremble, and I let go of him once more.
Cooper spat out my underwear. “Noooo. Daddy, please. Please, Daddy. I need—I need it. Please.” He cried freely, and I had to pinch myself on the thigh to distract from how much the sight of that turned me on something fierce.
“Cry for me, baby boy. You look so beautiful when you cry for me,” I said before forcing Cooper through another round.
On my fourth attempt of taking him to the edge, Cooper could barely form words, and I knew I wasn’t going to last very long myself. It was time.
“You can let go of your legs now,” I said.
He dropped them and just lay there sobbing in the middle of our nest. I wanted to photograph it.
A sheen of sweat made his skin glisten in the soft lamplight, and his chest heaved up and down from his heavy breathing.
Soft, supple skin wrapped around toned, strong muscles, and once more, it bewildered me how someone so perfect could think themselves inadequate in any sense of the word.
Exquisite. That was the word I’d use to describe Cooper Bailey.
Absolutely fucking exquisite, and more tempting than water in a desert.
I coated my cock in lube and crawled over his flushed-red body because I needed his mouth.
My kiss wasn’t gentle, it was desperate.
Cooper clawed at my arms and back, moaning and whimpering like he was trying to crawl inside my skin.
My tongue pillaged his mouth, and I growled when he pushed his hips up, trying to get friction against his poor abused cock.
Without ever parting our lips, I adjusted my angle and reached down to line myself up. The thought flashed through my mind that this moment here would ruin me forever, but I didn’t even pause. I pushed my cock into the tight warmth of Cooper’s pliant, submissive body and discovered I was home.