49. Soren
D oc slides the mug of steaming tea over and I pick it up with both hands, letting the warmth seep into me. “Thank you, baby,” I say before taking a sip.
“You’re welcome. You’ll have to let me know if it was steeped long enough. James always likes his just a bit under the recommended time, so I don’t know if I screwed it up or not.”
“It’s perfect,” I tell him, taking another sip. “How was your first day back?”
He shrugs a little. “Fine, I didn’t do much, as you know. Aside from Dima’s physical, it was rather uneventful, but it felt good to be back to work.”
“Good. I know Dr. Murry already had this discussion with you, but I want you to take it easy for a few weeks, yet. I know you’ve been healing well, and Jayden approved of you returning to a little more physical activity than before, but this is for my peace of mind, more than anything.”
He sighs but nods. “Yeah, I hate it, but I know you’re just worried about me. I’ll try to be on my best behavior, Daddy.”
I study him as I drink my tea, searching his expression for any hint of his usual brattiness or dishonesty. All I see when I look into those gorgeous cognac eyes of his is love, and it makes me smile around the rim of my mug.
I know something’s wrong the moment I wake up, even before I open my eyes. My entire body feels…heavy, and there’s a strange, cottony feeling to my head that I’ve never experienced before.
Slowly, I open my eyes and find myself in our bedroom. The light is soft and muted, and it takes me a moment to realize I’m not just laying on the bed, I’m chained to it.
“Wh–what the hell?” I ask, or I try to. My throat is far too dry to be sure I’ve actually gotten the words out.
Movement out of the corner of my eye has me turning my head. Doc gets up from where he was sitting off to the side. He grabs a bottle of water with a straw that was sitting on the nightstand, and brings it to my lips.
Taking slow, careful sips of the water, I tug at the cuff around my wrists, listening to the chain rattle against the headboard. Doc sets the water to the side and climbs onto the bed, straddling my hips.
“You’re not mad, are you? James thought I was crazy, but Roman agreed it was the best course of action, since it’s what his lovers would have done to him.”
“I’m not mad, baby. I'm confused as to why you drugged me and chained me to our bed, but I’m always down for some kinky fun.”
“You broke my one rule, Daddy,” he says simply. “I know it was a stressful time, and maybe I could forgive you, but Roman was there. He promised not to say anything, and so far, he’s kept up that part of the deal, but still…”
It takes a moment for me to connect the dots, my drug-addled brain taking longer than it should to figure out what he’s talking about. My stomach swoops and I look into his amber eyes, hoping he can see the sincerity in mine.
“I’m sorry. I was terrified I was going to lose you. I didn’t mean to slip up.”
“You said it in front of Dima, too.”
I groan at the reminder.
He slides his hands up my chest. “I understand. I don’t blame you for the slip up in front of Roman, but…I can’t very well let it go. After all, if it were my mistake, I would have been punished. And anyone who thinks Daddies don’t need to be punished when they screw up are too forgiving.”
“Maybe. I think everyone should be held accountable for their actions, yes, but these types of relationships work differently than others.”
“I know. I’m just saying, even if it’s a groveling session and a new toy—sexual or not—everyone needs to be held accountable. I just went about it in a different way than others.”
I rattle my chains again. “Yes, but, baby?”
“Hmm?”
“You do know I’ll have to punish you in return, right? I agree that I should have to make up for breaking your one rule, but you can’t drug your Daddy. I don’t care who told you it was a good idea; everyone in the main Family is a bit twisted, and their judgment shouldn’t be trusted.”
He stares at me for a long moment before exhaling with a quiet, “Fuck.”
“Indeed.” I grin at him as realization sinks in.
“Sorry, Daddy.”
“Mmm, I bet you are. Doesn’t mean you’re not in deep shit.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Now,” — I tug on my cuffs and shift my hips a little — “care to release me?”
Doc grins and wiggles his ass over my cock. “But think of all the fun we can have while you’re at my mercy.”
“Oh, really?”
“Mmhmm.” He leans down and kisses me, long and deep. “You said you liked kinky fun.”
“So I did.”
“Let me show you how much I love you, Daddy. And how appreciative I am of having you in my life…”
Kissing his way down my neck and chest, Doc doesn’t hesitate when he gets to the waistband of my pants. Sliding down the bed, he spreads my legs apart and settles in between them.
My cock hardens at every ministration from him, and my heart pounds in anticipation.
He grabs the waistband of my pants, fingers brushing against my bare skin. “Can I make you come, Daddy?”
“Yes, please, baby.”
With a grin, he pulls my pants down, exposing my hard dick. With a groan, he gets into a better position and sinks his mouth down over the leaking head.
Moaning, I throw my head back but manage to keep my eyes open, locked onto what’s happening.
Doc slides my cock into his mouth and down his throat, choking on my length as he tries to both breathe and swallow me all the way down.
Slowly, carefully, he slides back up before pushing down again. Keeping my hips still, I let him do what he wants to me. After seven weeks of recovery, and one with my mother around, he’s earned this.
Slowly, he takes me to the edge with only his mouth. “Fuck, baby. You’re too good at that,” I gasp. The cuffs rattle as I tug at them, desperate to get my hands on him. “Let me touch you, baby. Please. ”
He slides off my cock and grins at me. “This is my show, Daddy. Just enjoy the ride.”
“Fucking hell. ”
Doc slides all the way back down, choking himself while keeping his eyes on me so I can see the tears in his eyes as he does. Snaking his hand between my legs, he rolls my balls around, tugging gently on them.
My orgasm is already so close to the edge that it doesn’t take much to bring me that much closer. His tongue slides up the underside of my dick as he pulls off, and when he laps the pre-cum from the head, I shake and moan.
Sucking just the head into his mouth, he uses his hand to jerk me off until I gasp, and cum shoots from into his waiting mouth.
Doc moans, the vibrations causing my cock to thicken a little, and more cum escapes me as my orgasm continues to roll through my entire body.
When he finally pulls off, he licks and sucks at the head, gathering all the remnants of my cum before moving back up my body.
Pressing a firm kiss to my mouth, Doc shares the taste of my cum with me. “Does this make up for drugging you?” he asks against my lips.
I smile and shake my head. “Nope.”
He groans and presses his forehead against mine as I laugh. Lifting my head enough, I press another kiss to his lips.
“Sorry, baby, but actions have consequences.”
He sighs. “Maybe I’ll just leave you here. I quite like this.”
I snort and tug at the cuffs once more. “I want to touch you, baby.”
Sitting up, he straddles me and leans over to grab something off the nightstand. “Well, since you make such a compelling argument…” He comes back with the key and unlocks the cuffs.
As soon as I’m free, I roll us to the side so I can wrap my arms around him.
“I am sorry, Doc,” I say.
“I know you are. I’m not mad…but, you know why I couldn’t let it go, right?”
“Yes, I know. But next time? Talk to me, and we can work out how to make it up to you together. No more drugging me, baby, got it?”
He sighs. “Maybe…”
Murry hasn’t yet cleared him for sex, so I don’t spank his ass like he deserves, but I do tighten my grip on him to the point of bruising. “Baby…” I tell him in a warning tone.
“Fine, yes, Daddy. No more listening to Tennant and Hollis, or Roman. I won’t drug you anymore.”
“Good boy.”
He hums and snuggles in close, and I hold him to me, grateful that we have this chance, despite our recent near miss.