Chapter Ten
Patrick
Even I could admit to myself that the number of things I kept buying for Cooper wasn’t very “scene only” Dom of me, but I couldn’t seem to stop.
I was sitting on the back step, waiting on both a parcel and to see if my fox friend would show up because he hadn’t been around much lately, and I missed him.
I’d left out the little fluffy cat bed for him in case he wanted somewhere warm to curl up, but he’d not visited in over a fortnight.
The delivery driver interrupted my fretting, and I quickly took the package inside to open it up.
This was going to look beautiful on Cooper.
It was a very simple black leather bulldog harness which would make his strong shoulders and firm pecs look fucking delicious.
It was custom made, and I’d included a “D” ring in the back because that could be useful for all kinds of things. Tonight couldn’t come quickly enough.
I’d seen Cooper at the cafe yesterday for breakfast, and he’d looked exhausted, so I was relieved he’d chosen the least strenuous scene for that night.
It would be nice to lower the intensity a bit and spend the night caring for him as every part of my brain and heart screamed at me to.
It had “danger” written all over it, but I couldn’t seem to keep my hand away from the open flame.
Punctual as always, there was a knock on my front door just before seven.
His brown wavy hair was still damp, fresh from the shower, and his cheeks and nose were a rosy pink from the cold weather.
A shy smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and although he still looked tired from a busy few weeks, there was a lightness to him tonight.
A lightness I wanted to protect, water, and tend to like a fragile plant because for all Cooper’s bulk and size, he was breakable, and the alpha in me wanted to bundle him into a nest and keep him there.
“Hi, Daddy.”
“Hey, baby boy.” I took his hand and pulled him inside the warmth of my cottage before kissing him a bit more enthusiastically than normal. He tasted like one of those cola-flavoured lollies he liked sucking on.
“That was a great hello,” he said, breathing heavily after I pulled away.
My cheeks warmed a bit because I usually had better self-control, but Cooper left me wanting to eat him alive.
I took his bag and coat to hang up while he toed off his trainers.
“Change of scenery tonight because I don’t have a TV in the guest room. Head up to my bedroom and take your T-shirt off, then wait for me at the end of the bed, okay?”
Cooper’s eyes widened, and I fought not to wince. I really needed him not to read into me doing a scene in my room instead of the spare.
Because it really isn’t relevant that I’ve never done a scene in my bedroom before with anyone except for Max, and absolutely nobody in this house.
I smiled reassuringly.
“Yes, Daddy,” Cooper said before taking the stairs two at a time.
Once I’d had a quick word with myself as a reminder that this was only a scene, Cooper wasn’t my boy and never would be, I squared my shoulders and joined him upstairs.
Just as I’d asked, Cooper stood at the end of the bed in only his jeans and a pair of white socks with his eyes cast down and his arms behind his back.
His effortless submission was like a hand reaching into the core of me and holding on for dear life.
Every scene we did, Cooper gifted me his vulnerability like I could be trusted with it, and the thought of him ever gifting that to another Dom made me want to claw my own skin off with my bare hands.
I took a steadying breath and picked up the harness from my dresser before walking over to him.
“Put your arms out,” I instructed, and once he had, I began feeding each one through the holes of the harness. “Now turn around.”
The back fastening was the same as a belt, and I adjusted it so it would be firm around him but not constricting.
“How does that feel?” I checked in.
He turned back to face me. “Good, Daddy. It’s softer on my skin than it looks.”
I smiled. I should bloody hope so. I’d splashed out on this, choosing incredibly high-quality leather that would be comfortable against his flawless skin.
“You look beautiful in it, little fox.” I pushed my thumb between his lips. It was fascinating to me how instantly his whole body relaxed as he gently sucked on the digit.
“Take your jeans and briefs off for me now, baby boy.”
He quickly undid his belt and removed the articles of clothing I’d asked him to, then folded them neatly to place with his T-shirt on the dresser. “What about my socks?” he asked.
I glanced down at him. “Leave them on. There’s something about a naked boy in only socks and a harness that’s doing something for me right now.” I chuckled as I took off my own clothes, and my cock sprang free, slapping back against my hairy stomach.
Cooper watched, and his tongue darted out to lick his full bottom lip.
I’d felt desired by men before, but the look Cooper gave me was more.
He looked at me like he’d worship every inch of my body if I let him.
Kiss my feet and toes if I asked him to—maybe even if I didn’t.
Bury his face in my armpit if that was what I wanted, and he’d enjoy it just because I desired it.
It was a heady thought and not something I had the capacity to overthink right then.
I piled some pillows against the headboard and sat up in the centre, before tapping my bare thighs.
“Lie down over my lap, baby boy.”
Without hesitation, Cooper became a relaxing, heavy weight across my thighs. I rubbed a hand gently over his cheeks before reaching for the TV remote and putting on a Blue Planet documentary.
Sorry, Sir Attenborough, but I am going to finger this boy while you talk about big fish.
Giving Cooper a chance to settle, I began by gently massaging his arse and thighs until I could feel him sinking his weight further into me. I didn’t grab the lube yet, but I spread his cheeks enough to dribble some spit down onto his hole and rub it into the tight muscle there with my thumb.
Cooper’s cock had softened against my thigh, but it began to plump up again as I rubbed my fingers gently over his opening, teasing him without pushing inside.
I added some more spit before finally pushing the tip of my index finger in.
I couldn’t look away as light pink skin stretched around my finger and sucked it in.
Cooper was tighter than an omega, his anatomy requiring a little more coaxing to make anal enjoyable.
But there was something so incredibly satisfying about taking the time to get him there.
Eventually, I grabbed the lube and squirted some into his little pink hole so I could easily use two fingers without hurting him.
With my other hand, I stroked his hair, and for a while, we just sat like that, vaguely watching whales on the TV as I leisurely fingered him and Cooper fell deeper into subspace.
By the time I picked up the butt plug with the foxtail attached, he was completely loose and boneless, nothing but a mumbled “Yes, Daddy” when I checked he was ready for the plug.
I pushed the metal tip against his hole a few times to tease him.
Watching as it stretched and closed when I pulled it away again, and hearing nothing but faint whimpers falling from Cooper’s sleepy lips as I toyed with him.
When I pushed a bit harder with it, Cooper’s hole sucked the plug in greedily, and all I could see was the soft rust-coloured fur of the foxtail poking out between those delicious cheeks of his.
“Now you really are my little fox.” I smiled and gave the tail a gentle little tug, causing Cooper to moan. “Gonna have to move you now, baby boy.”
“Why, Daddy?” he whined. I chuckled because it was very unlike Cooper to resist anything, but he was clearly a little out of it.
I tapped him lightly on the butt. “Gonna give you my cock to keep warm in that sweet mouth.”
“Oh, okay.” His hair was sticking up in all directions from where I’d been running my fingers through it, and he had a glazed look in his eyes, but he managed to shuffle until he was comfortably between my legs, his head resting against my thigh.
Cooper reached back and ran a hand through the fur on his new tail and hummed. “Feels soft.”
“Mhmm. Suits you.”
He smiled to himself.
“Gonna keep this warm for me?” I asked, tapping my semihard cock against his lips.
“Please, Daddy.”
“Good boy. Remember you aren’t blowing me, you can suck a little, but think of it like a lolly. You aren’t trying to make the lolly come, okay?”
He gave a small nod before reaching for me and wrapping his lips around the firm skin. Cooper closed his eyes and sucked, but only softly, evidently enjoying how it felt without the goal being to get me off.
For me, tonight was an exercise in restraint. In order to reassure Cooper that, in this space, I was his Dom and I would take care of him, I had to give him what he needed and put my own wants momentarily to one side.
I took a deep breath and focused on the TV, attempting to retain any information I could about whales while trying not to come in my boy’s mouth.
Cooper’s eyes were closed, and he seemed to be neither quite asleep nor awake.
Without meaning to, he was edging the absolute life out of me by holding me in the warmth of his mouth until I softened and then suckling on me with just enough force to get me fully hard again a minute later.
If I thought Cooper had a diabolical bone in his body, I’d assume this was revenge for the other week, but the truth was this was purely Cooper letting himself take what he needed tonight.
By the time the documentary ended, I’d been close to coming at least eight times, and I was almost crawling out of my skin with need. Whose stupid idea had this been? Oh wait.
“Baby boy?” I said gently.
Cooper let my cock fall from his mouth. “Hmm?” he replied dozily.
“Crawl up here, Daddy needs that sweet hole now.”