Chapter 25
TWENTY-FIVE
SLONE
At five a.m. Trey’s alarm went off as it always did.
I woke as I had nearly every morning for the whole month before I hopped a plane to New York.
Hair tickled my nose. The warm solid body of a hockey player pressed against my front.
His ass crack cradled my cock. My thigh pressed forward between his, and I held his junk in my hand.
It was a damn good morning. Or it would have been had either of us gotten more than an hour of sleep at a stretch. I reached toward the nightstand to turn it off.
“Don’t,” he muttered. “I gotta get up.”
“Yeah, I don’t think so. It’s the off-season, and it’s a holiday. And we both had a long, mostly sleepless night. We can sleep in.”
He turned over in my arms. The bruise on his face had grown and now sported an array of blues, pinks, yellows, greens, purples, a bit of red, and even some black. “You’re gorgeous, baby, as always, so don’t take this the wrong way, but that cheek looks ten times worse than it did yesterday.”
He closed his eyes and a second later a shiver ran through him—bone-deep, and it went on, and on, it seemed.
“It’s fine. All bruises get worse before they get better. I had bruises all over me in Nashville, and I know you stripped me when you put me to bed.”
“Uh, no. You stripped yourself, came on to me, then puked and then passed the fuck out. And those didn’t look anywhere near this bad.”
He pressed his lips to mine, the free hand not tucked under him cupping my cheek. “I can see out of the eye, the vision is clear, and the head CT showed no fractures, concussion, or cranial bleeding. I’m okay, Daddy. I appreciate you worrying about me.”
“Fuck!” I growled, rolling him under me. “The way you say that and what it does to me should be illegal.”
His face lifted in a smile. Nowhere near full wattage, but I didn’t expect it to be, what with that bruise. “You mean like when you shove me to my knees and call me a cockwarming slut?”
“Yeah, something like that,” I said, taking his mouth with mine.
Our fingers threaded together, and I pulled his arms above his head as I bucked into him, aligning our dicks. Pinning his hands to the bed with one hand, I clamored to my knees. His thighs, those thick, beautiful, muscular thighs, were draped over my own.
“Keep your hands where they are,” I ordered.
He nodded, and I raised up fully on my knees, my hands tracing down his body, pinching his nipples until he hissed and arched his back, pressing his head into the pillow.
The veins and tendons of his neck stood out in stark relief.
I wanted to bite him. Mark him up so the world would know who he belonged to.
Clearing my throat, I gathered all the spit I could and spat it into my hand, gripping our dicks. Mostly his because the boy’s dick leaked like a cracked dam when you edged him. And fuck me, I loved to edge him.
I jacked him slowly, barely there touches that had him keening with need while he writhed on the bed.
“Look at you being such a good little slut for me. You like it when Daddy toys with you, don’t you?”
“Yes!”
“Hmm, Daddy’s going to toy with you a lot today. It’s going to be a very stressful day, and I want you thinking only of me. I want you ready for me. All the time. So I can use you when and how and where I want.”
A high-pitched whine spilled from his lips as I leaned forward, threading our fingers together again, pinning his hands to the mattress with mine and using my full weight to hold down his hips while I rubbed our dicks together.
I licked and bit at his mouth, swallowing every whine, every groan and moan, every whimper.
The more I moved, the wetter he got, and then he came, his cock jerking frantically between us, teasing me into my own orgasm.
I fell onto him, my hands loosening from his to cup his face, holding him in place to kiss and tongue fuck him the way I wanted. The little shit was already getting hard.
“You still want this?”
“Yes. Please. I’m yours. Yours to use how and when and where you want. That’s what I want.”
“And you understand I won’t be asking permission. And you’re okay with that?” I asked, no longer touching him sexually in any way.
He looked up at me, want glowing in his face.
“It’s what I wanted before I knew you were a Dom. It’s what I wanted before I knew what Free Use meant. It’s what I want now.”
I growled, “You’re fucking perfect, baby boy. The perfect slut for me.”
“I want to be.”
“You are so fucking perfect.” Kissing him again, I whispered against his lips, “Meet me in the shower”
When we left the bedroom an hour later, my lips twitched every time I looked at Trey. The plug in his ass wasn’t big, but the boy was a fucking ass play slut. Hell, he was just a slut in general. And I loved every moment I got to torture the boy.
I especially loved listening to him beg and whine as he grew more and more frustrated.
He was going to be very, very frustrated today because I had him locked up.
That plug was going to keep him focused on the man who put it there, and the cage would keep his dick from getting hard and showing the world what I owned.
“You look way too giddy for what we’re facing downstairs since I missed practice.”
I paused, and he did as well. The submissive side of the boy humbled me.
Pressing him to the wall, I pulled out the tiny plastic remote and tapped a button.
A nearly silent buzzing came from his pants.
He shivered and gasped, and a low moan rumbled in his throat.
I traced the tip of his dick through the cage and his moan climbed an octave.
“I’m extremely fucking giddy. I have the most perfect cock slut as a submissive.
My boy is beautiful and fierce. A true fucking bad ass, and I can’t wait for him to walk around with my lock on his cock and my plug in his ass and introduce me to everyone, knowing just how hot and bothered he is, and how focused on his Daddy he will be all fucking day. ”
“Good morning, Mr. Trey.”
“Good morning, Marta. This is my boyfriend, Slone. Slone, this is our long-time housekeeper, Marta.”
“Ma’am. It’s very nice to meet you.”
“Oh, you are so sweet. It’s nice to meet you too. Are you two hungry? It’s a little late, but I could still make you something unless you are heading to the rink straight away?”
“The rink—”
“Can wait,” I said, interrupting him. There was no way I would let him practice without first eating something, especially not after getting him off twice in the last hour.
Marta looked conflicted until Trey smiled. “He’s right. I need to eat first.”
She patted his cheek and waved us to the table bathed in sunlight off the family room. “Go. I will bring food.”
I pulled out a chair facing the living area and kitchen so I could watch Marta while I played with my new toy. My hand slid over his thigh. Fingertips brushing his cock as I turned the plug on to the lowest setting.
“Daddy!” The word was barely audible even to me sitting right next to him.
“It’s going to be a beautiful day,” I said, turning off the plug, then turning it back on.
“You’re a prick.”
“Such a funny way to say thank you,” I laughed.
Things continued in the same vein even once Marta delivered our food, with me turning the plug on and off in between bites and drinks.
I finally gave him a reprieve when his hand gripped my thigh, squeezed it hard enough I was sure to have bruises, and he whimpered, “I’m gonna…”
I smirked, turning it up two notches intentionally with a muttered, “Oops,” before shutting it off and placing the remote in my pocket.
“Thank fuck,” he whispered.
“So pretty,” I murmured, “with your face all pink and your caged cock leaking for me. Should I take you to the powder room so you can come when we finish eating?”
“Pl…plea…se. Please.”
“We’ll see.”
He groaned. Life was fucking marvelous.
I let him come after breakfast in the powder room as I suggested.
Then, while walking the grounds before lunch, I turned the vibrator on, letting it buzz incessantly as Trey showed me his home.
As the house came into sight through the dense trees, I yanked his pants down, pulled out the plug, and fucked him against a tree, enjoying filling my cum dumpster now that we’d both been tested and ditched the condoms.
Afterward, I licked him clean through the cage while he whined. “It’s so fucking weird being so horny and not being hard.”
“Good weird or bad?” I asked as I lubed up the plug and reinserted it before dropping the empty package back in the Ziploc baggie and shoving it into my pocket.
“Good. It makes me very aware of you even when you’re not right next to me, and it makes me so horny I’m fucking jittery.”
“Good, that’s what it’s meant for.”
Trey’s mother was in the kitchen directing the staff through last-minute prep when we returned after we walked the riverbank for a bit to allow Trey time to settle after the last orgasm.
“There you two are. Our guests will be arriving within the next two hours. So, you two should get showered and changed.”
“Where’s Dad? Trey asked.
“Still in meetings. He will join us after.”
Trey nodded and headed toward the stairs. I followed, my hand on his back. With people arriving soon, and Trey having been locked up and plugged since breakfast, I had every intention of fucking him silly with the hope he crashed for at least an hour. Hopefully two.
“Trey,” Oksana called out, and my boy paused, turning back to his mother. She came close, glancing behind her and then at me before saying, “Your father was very unhappy you missed practice this morning. He told me to remind you of expectations and due diligence.”
Donnie could go fuck himself in my opinion, but Trey’s mouth lifted in more of a grimace than a smile before he replied, “Thank you, Mama.”