Chapter 20
Eventually he wakes up and knows he’s going to stay that way. He’s been out for awhile. His eyes are crispy with dried tears.
He tries to take stock of himself. His pecs are fine, his cock is heavy but not sore, and his ass… oh god, his ass. He closes his eyes and concentrates on the plug inside him. How it feels. He moves his hips, wondering if he might be sore, even a little bit.
He’s not. He’s fine.
It’s depressing. He wanted to feel it all day. Wanted to limp and wince and know that everything he felt was because Colton had needed to use him. He’d submitted and was good.
His phone is charging on the bedside table and he presses the button to see what time it is. It’s ten in the morning. But the date is wrong. It has to be. Has he really lost twenty-four hours? Been asleep and fucked so much he has no concept of time?
How ridiculous! He laughs.
Hearing himself laugh is odd. He can’t remember the last time he did that. He sits up and has to admit that even though he can’t feel how well his Dominant used him, he is happy. And today is going to be a great day!
He needs to thank his Dominant. His Sir. No, his Daddy. Ugh! His heart flutters in anticipation. He is embarrassingly giddy. Happy in a way he hasn’t felt since he joined the military and got a designation.
Colton isn’t in bed but is in the kitchen. Graham waits in the doorway until Colton looks over at him. The smile he gives Graham makes his cheeks go pink and he has to look down and away. “Morning.”
“Good morning, baby. You want to have breakfast?”
“Bathroom first?”
“Are you asking permission?” Colton asks him, brow raised and a smile on his mouth.
“Yes, Daddy.” It’s the right thing to say. Easy.
“Don’t you look well rested and happy. Suits you, sweetheart. Go ahead. Then come back to me.”
Graham goes to the bathroom, splashes water on his face, the cuffs clinking gently. He brushes his teeth with the toothbrush Colton left out for him and then drifts into the kitchen and drops to the cushion Colton points him toward.
It’s right next to Colton’s chair. His plate of breakfast is already sitting there.
Colton sits down at the table and bends down to give Graham a kiss on the mouth.
He runs a hand through Graham’s hair and then touches his lips with his thumb.
“You look so soft and fuckable, baby. You drained my cock dry, honey. I’ve never come so hard or well in my life. You gave that to me. Thank you.”
Graham can only nod and try to blink back the tears that are suddenly rising up within him.
Colton gives his attention to the food, taking a bite of the omelet. Then he feeds a bit to Graham, alternating bites between them. Then there’s several pieces of bacon for them to split. Then strawberries and grapes. All of it fed to him by hand.
“How do you feel?” Colton asks after helping him drink a glass of water.
“Amazing.” He yawns. Okay, maybe somehow he’s actually tired, too? Now that he’s eaten, he might like a nap.
“Think you need another twelve hours or so, and then you’ll be back on a normal schedule.”
“What do you mean?”
“You were so imbalanced and deficient that now that you’re getting your needs met, your body is frantically trying to heal itself from all that time you weren’t okay. It’s making you tired. Look up at me.”
Graham obeys.
Colton peers into his eyes. “Your pupils are dilated more than normal.” He puts two fingers against Graham’s neck and then withdraws his hand. “Your pulse is a little slow, too. But your glands aren’t swollen anymore and that’s massive.”
“Is it bad? My pulse and my eyes?”
Colton smiles down at him. “No, you’re still in subspace, that’s all.”
“Yeah. Feel… drifty. Daddy,” he says, because he has to.
Colton’s expression is so fond and soft that Graham’s stomach twists and his breath catches in his chest.
“You want to go back to sleep?”
“Yes, please.”
Colton picks up Graham’s hand, presses the toxicity monitor against his finger, and the prick of the needle barely registers. To think he’s usually terrified of something so trivial.
Colton checks his levels, nods at him. “Looking good. Get a couple orgasms out of you first and then you can go back to sleep.”
“Yes, Daddy.” And then he’s aware of his cock, hard and flushed red, pressed against his stomach. How long has he been hard?
“Come on up here,” Colton says, patting his lap. He’s wearing tracksuit pants, and he gets up just enough to pull them halfway down his thighs. He grabs a couple of tissues and looks up at Graham. “Plug out, darling.”
“I’m cuffed, Daddy,” he says, voice weirdly small.
“Then you better ask me to do it for you,” he says, like it’s the easiest thing in the world.
He nods. Of course it is. Colton is here to help him. “Would you please do it...Daddy?”
Colton licks his lips. “Fucking gorgeous. There you are. Is asking me easy now, baby?”
Graham can’t look away from Colton’s hard cock, how flushed and red it is.
Colton puts a hand on his own balls, stroking just under them like he’s ensuring a good load for Graham’s ass. “Since you’re so good you can ask me nicely. Say, ‘Please, Daddy, will you take the plug out of my ass and clean up my come so you can use me again?’”
Graham blushes, is mortified and hesitates.
Tugging his tight, fat balls, Colton waits.
Graham says the words and Colton grins at him.
“Why, yes, sweetheart, I will. Turn around now.”
He turns around and Colton’s fingers slip between his cheeks and grab the plug, brushing his rim.
Intimate and proprietary. He’s going to need to be cleaned up because he’s full of Colton’s come.
Before he can be too concerned about it, Colton pulls the plug out and he leaks copiously onto the tissues.
Colton presses them against his hole, taking care of him and getting him clean. He loves it. In fact, he’s stunned and overwhelmed with how much he loves it.
“I’m gonna fall down,” he manages to say.
“Poor thing. Come have a sit-down, right here.” He turns Graham by the hips so they’re facing each other, hauls him forward, and Graham straddles his thighs.
He looks down at Colton’s hard cock, red and weeping before him.
“Arms around my neck now,” he orders, and Graham lifts the cuffs over Colton’s head and holds onto him loosely. He clasps his hands together, another way of limiting himself, and has to close his eyes for a moment.
This is where he belongs. Colton reaches around him and gets the lube off the table. He slicks his cock quickly then urges Graham into position. He goes where Colton puts him, little movements of his hips and feet while Colton angles his cock up at him.
He whimpers in need, overwhelmed at how slowly Colton is moving, how exact he’s being. It’s arousing and Graham has no idea why.
“There you go. All set. Now you’re perfect for me. You just sit right down, honey.”
Graham sinks down onto him, Colton biting his own lip and squeezing his eyes closed at the first hot clutch of Graham’s body. “Christ, you’re tight, baby,” he says through gritted teeth.
Colton presses his forehead between Graham’s pecs as the first few inches sink into his hole, his fingers pressing bruises into Graham’s hips. “Fuck, that’s good, sweetheart,” he says and groans loudly in relief. He pulls Graham’s cheeks apart, exposing him, making him feel embarrassed.
“It doesn’t hurt,” Graham says when he’s all the way down. His passage is weakly clenching in protest at the invasion. He buries his face in Colton’s neck, oddly anxious.
Colton grips the back of Graham’s neck and Graham sighs into it.
“Poor boy. Do you need it to hurt, baby? Is that what you’re thinking so hard about?”
“Yes, Sir. Liked being down so far.”
“Sir now, huh? I like Daddy better. You say it in this soft little way that gets me so hard. Do you know what I think when you call me Daddy?”
“What, Daddy?” He whispers.
Colton groans. “Just like that. I think you need cock. You say it like you can’t live without it. Without me.”
“That’s right, Daddy,” he confesses. Tears fill his eyes. Another giant confession that is difficult but maybe necessary.
Too revealing.
“Look at me.”
Graham obeys but it’s hard to keep the connection. He should look down. A sign of respect for his Dom.
“It’s never been like this for me, Graham. This is real. Understand? This is all that’s real. I won’t let you go. You’re mine.”
He kisses Colton, their tongues tangling until somehow his mouth is being plundered just like his ass. He clenches on Colton’s cock.
“Yeah. Fuck. Ride Daddy.”
Lifting and lowering himself, Graham rocks forward and back and Colton grabs him by the cheeks, moving him where he wants.
“You’re going to make me come before I’m ready.
Yeah, come on. Make me come. Let Daddy be selfish now,” he says, and he fucks up into Graham, working in and out of him quickly.
He comes fast, hauling Graham down and close as he comes down from the rush.
Graham is shaking. He’s unbearably hard and endorphins are flowing through him because he was used; he was a cock sleeve for his Dominant’s lust. Because Colton is his Daddy. It’s all so perfect. And yet.
He’s kissed gently. He whimpers.
“Tell me.”
“I’m… please?”
“It’s alright. I’m not him, Graham. I’m not going soft. I don’t want to stop and leave you unsatisfied. We’re the same. If you need it, so do I. Trust that if you can’t trust me.”
“I want to,” he says. He shudders in relief, knowing he’s going to get fucked more.
“How pretty you are,” Colton says, petting at him. He kisses Graham and bites his lip hard. “My cock is still hard and my balls are still full. You’re gonna get fucked again, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Yes, Daddy.”
“But I think you want something else, don’t you? Something to help you sleep and get fully balanced. What is it?”
He’s breathing raggedly. He wants to say pain but this is so sweet and soft and he doesn’t want to be demanding all the time. “Anything. I just want to please you.”
Colton looks at him for a long moment.