Chapter 19 #3
Colton sighs. “I want to be your Dominant for good, Graham. I think you’re it for me. I’m terrified I’m going to ruin this.”
“I-me too,” he confesses. A sob escapes him.
“Shh. I believe you. I know that’s true, baby. Is that what you’re twisted up about? The possibility of this ending?”
“Yes.” The confession is a relief and he sags against Colton, feels the man brace himself and then he’s draping his body over Graham’s and the counter is hard and cold. Perfect.
The discomfort. The pain. The feeling of being needed. Necessary. “I’m entitled to all of your pain and your insecurities. Every single one of them. Be good for Daddy now.”
Graham gasps, some emotional response to that word coiling in his stomach. A visceral reaction that he can’t identify as good or bad. “No, Daddy,” Graham rasps.
Which isn’t what he meant to say. But, he can’t think. And the effect of saying that word is devastating. He’s so damn empty.
“You’re mine, and your ass is mine.” He jerks Graham forward and Graham goes along with it eagerly, desperate to get fucked.
Daddy, he thinks, even though he shouldn’t. He can’t let his mind settle on that.
“You think we need more slick?”
He swallows hard, drums his fingers on the counter in excited fear. “No, Sir,” he says, the words rushed together.
“Hmm, Sir? Really?” In a flash of movement, Colton’s pressing the head of his cock between Graham’s cheeks. Graham shuffles his legs farther apart and cries out at the invasion.
“Want more?” Colton says through gritted teeth, just the head of his cock inside Graham’s clenching hole.
“Yes. Of course I do.”
Colton laughs and fucks forward. “Of course you do. Of course,” he murmurs, almost mocking.
He fucks into Graham hard. His hands move to Graham’s hips and he slams home brutally.
Graham throws an arm in front of himself so his head doesn’t hit the wall.
The thrusts are short and sharp because Graham isn’t quite slick enough after all.
Colton doesn’t seem to care. He just keeps pounding into Graham.
He wants it to end. Needs it to end. He whimpers and bites back the cries of pain that are building in the back of his throat. A wave is descending on him.
“Did you know—fuck—so tight, Hell, I could fuck you for days. I’m going to fuck you, forever. Do you hear me, Graham?” He grunts. “This is it for you, honey. The last cock you’ll ever have.”
“Oh fuck! Please!” It’s exactly what he needs to hear.
“Did you know that when you start to drop, I can feel it on my cock? I’ll take you down, sweetheart. And I’m going to keep you there. You’re mine.” And he speeds up, fucking hard and carelessly, paying Graham’s gasps of pleasure and pain no mind.
He pulls out at one point, just out, and Graham shouts. His hand actually goes back—whether he’s trying to protect his hole or drag Colton back, he doesn’t know—but Colton grabs his hand, jerks it up hard behind Graham’s back, and slams back into him. The pain is exquisite.
Graham comes. He falls hard, and it feels real, as if the floor is dropping away from him as he surrenders completely to the brutal fucking.
He loses time then. He drifts, knows he’s being used, that Colton is talking to him and keeping him safe with his big cock buried in Graham’s ass.
He sighs but feels himself go with it, drifting into unconsciousness as his Daddy takes what he needs.
When he wakes up next, it’s to feel a click on his wrists as Colton secures him back into the handcuffs. He tries to say thank you but isn’t sure the words were clear enough. They’re too hard to repeat.
He goes back to sleep. He gets woken up for food and then he’s asleep again. He wakes briefly to feel Colton holding him tight. Soft words in his ear, and he’s a little unsure what woke him or what time it is. His ass burns and his limbs are like jelly.
Is it day? The middle of the night? A swipe of cool slick lands on his hole, then the blunt head of Colton’s cock is catching on his rim.
No, he thinks, but he’s too far down to protest.
“Better relax, sweetheart.”
Which is perfect. He should take it again. “Daddy,” he tries to say, because it’s the only word that comes to mind.
Graham tries to say it, he does.
Colton grabs his pec, pinches his nipple hard, pulls on the little bud as he mounts him fully, breathing heavily in his ear as he works his cock in and out of Graham’s hole.
“Are you back, sweetheart? You getting ready to go away again? Greedy little thing. All you want is Daddy’s cock and come, isn’t that right? You get it and go straight out. That’s how lonely you were. That’s done now, baby. You’re safe. I’m keeping you. You’re all I want. Do you understand?”
His chest is tight with emotion. He nods, mumbles into the pillow as hot tears burn in his eyes. “I understand. I’ll try to remember, Daddy.”
“Good boy. I’ll remind you again and again. As often as you need it. Now let’s give you what else you need. You gonna come on my cock?”
“Doesn’t hurt,” he manages to say.
Colton is big and he’s smooth and hard inside Graham but it’s easy, so easy, and he relaxes, accepts, has nothing to fight or protest against.
“Fuck, I felt that. That’s right. You just open up for me. Oh my god. Oh Graham, you’re perfect. So good,” he groans and he’s quick and fast, thrusting easily in and out of Graham. Is this what it’s like to fuck a woman, he wonders? With his body receptive and warm and wet, loose and wanting?
Colton comes inside of him and then there’s a plug being slipped into his ass. “Keep you sloppy, baby,” he says, and he’s jerking Graham off, pinching his nipples, making him come so easily.
He spurts into Colton’s waiting hand.
“Good boy. Sleep now. Daddy’s here.”
Graham lets the darkness come for him again, welcoming it, and it feels like he’s sliding downward into tired comfort. Colton is close behind him, telling him how good he is.
Everything is perfect.