Chapter 12
I’d really love to put Leith on his knees. There was no better feeling than a sub kneeling before me, eyes on me, ready and waiting. But that would have to come later, when it wouldn’t hurt him. For now, I was more than happy with edging him until he cried.
We were almost there.
It started in the car on the way home. He’d been babbling about the new plant, and when I called him out on it, he stated he was “expounding it’s virtues, not babbling.” He might have been right but I didn’t care. I put my hand on his dick and squeezed until he whimpered. Then I left my hand there, patting occasionally, rubbing once in a while, for all of the fifteen-minute drive through town. I’d never been so careful to drive exactly the speed limit or fully stop at every stop sign before. But I drove that way the whole way home, prolonging the anticipation. Getting him to the starting line, since we’d been derailed once we entered the flower shop.
That continued into my building, on the elevator—which I normally didn’t use, but it was three flights up and I wasn’t making Leith do those kinds of stairs—and all the while I undressed him. Now I was revving the engine. I had him laid out on my bed and he looked stunning against the white sheets. A dildo in his ass and my hand lightly touching his dick, cock ring on. He was a mewling, sweaty mess as I alternated between teasing his cock and balls and fucking him with the dildo. Every time he got too into one, I switched to the other. I brought him to the edge again and again, backing off the second his balls got tight or his whimpers took on the right tone.
He was begging, of course he was. We’d been at this for over an hour, and he was desperate to come. But I wanted to see how long he would last. He cursed at me, which was fun to hear because he didn’t usually use those words, then he started pleading, calling me Daddy over and over, as if that would somehow get me to give in.
It wouldn’t.
I was hard as a rock, too, but I could last as long as I needed to. His dick was purple and weeping, the trail of precome slick against his stomach. He was leaking steadily, and sometimes if I nailed his gland just right, a spurt of clear fluid shot out. I already planned a milking scene in the future, where I tapped at his prostate until he had no choice but to come that way. But that was another day.
“Daddy,” he whined, barely able to catch his breath. He was doing such a good job staying still. I didn’t even miss the cuffs or rope that would have, in the past, elevated this scene for me. Leith was doing it all on his own, desperate to be a good boy for me. “Daddy, please, please, pleeeeease.”
Time to switch again. I let go of the dildo, leaving it resting inside his hole, and skimmed my fingers along his cock. He wailed, and his stomach quivered. With just one finger, I rubbed at his frenulum. He almost moved then, I could tell by the way his muscles bunched, but he caught himself in time, remaining exactly where he was. I kept tapping and rubbing, then circled his dick with the lightest hold possible, just the barest touch as I jacked him. Leith’s breathing stuttered, he pressed the back of his head against the mattress, and I let go.
“Nooooooo,” he nearly shouted. He was hoarse at this point, with all the whining, shouting, and whimpering he’d been doing. As for me, I hadn’t said a word. Had barely made a sound. I could tell it was fucking with his head a little bit. Every once in a while, if I took my hands off him, he’d crack his eyes open and frantically look for me, even though I hadn’t moved. I was still stretched out right there beside him.
He panted, his chest heaving, and searched for me. That’s when he finally moved, and I would have chastised him or punished him, but the way he gripped my shoulder, which was the part of me he could reach, told me everything I needed to know. He was at his breaking point. Just a little more.
Ever so slowly, I eased the dildo out of his ass, and watched as he clenched. His hole had to feel empty now. And that’s what did it. He started to cry, tears rolling down his cheeks and into his hair. I hopped off the bed, but had my hands on him seconds later, pulling him to the edge and draping him over the mattress. It was the perfect height and I plunged right in. He howled, screaming Daddy, and if I cared, I would have wondered what my neighbors thought. But I didn’t care about that. The only thing that mattered was my boy and what he needed.
I pounded into him, fast and hard, and he took it with tiny grunts and sniffling cries. It was a beautiful sound. It wouldn’t take me long to come, because I was just as primed as he was. I reached under him and unsnapped the cock ring, letting it fall. Then I adjusted my angle until I knew by his whines I was hitting his gland on every thrust. And to add to it all, I grabbed a handful of his hair and tilted his head up.
“You can come whenever you want to, angel. But you come just. From. This,” I growled, punctuating each word with a plunge inside.
Leith bent his head, which I knew had to hurt with how tightly I was holding his hair, bit down on my forearm that was across his chest, and came. The scream was muffled by his hold on my skin, but the way he spasmed around me sent me over the edge as well. I kept pounding as long as I could to prolong it for both of us. And only when his whimper changed to one of pain did I stop.
I could barely hold myself up with how spent I was, but I wasn’t about to collapse on top of him. He, however, had immediately sagged to the bed as if his strings had been cut. He turned his face only enough to be able to breathe, and that seemed like all he could manage. I rained kisses across his shoulders and the back of his neck.
“You did so good, baby boy. So good. You made Daddy so proud.” More kisses and more murmurs until we could both breathe again.
“‘M’a good boy,” he slurred, completely fucked out.
“Yes, you are, angel.” I slowly pulled out and tore off the condom, throwing it toward the garbage can and not caring if I made it. I’d deal with that later if I had to. I’d set a plastic bag of wet washcloths on the bedside table, along with a couple of towels, before we’d gotten into it and I was glad for my foresight. Because I didn’t want to be away from Leith even for the two minutes it would take to get some from the bathroom.
It took some maneuvering to get him back onto the bed. Leith was no help, his legs shaking from the intensity of the orgasm. Thank fuck I was strong enough to lift him. After a quick swipe over my own cock and stomach, I dropped that cloth on the floor and got a new one. I was much more careful cleaning Leith up, getting all the cum and copious amounts of lube, and taking the time to inspect his hole. It was red and a bit puffy, but otherwise fine. I’d gone hard, and I wanted to make sure I hadn’t hurt him.
I kissed his temple, then his jaw, and finally his neck. “How’s your leg?”
“Hmm?”
I chuckled, loving how spaced out he was. “Your leg, angel? I need a status report.”
He cracked one eye open, just enough to see me. “It’s fine. I might be a little sore tomorrow, but nothing concerning.”
He was coming back to himself, but only a little. I could tell by how snuggly he was when I climbed in beside him. He immediately rolled into me, finding what I thought was becoming his favorite spot, his head on my chest, tucked under my chin. I stroked my fingers up and down his arm until he shivered.
“Cold?”
“I’m not certain.”
I held in the laugh that time, rolled him onto his side, grabbed the sheet and blankets, and pulled them over us before I spooned up behind him. Leith wiggled back until all our parts fit together, his ass against my cock, my biceps under his head, and his legs contoured to mine. We lay like that for a long few minutes, both of us breathing and holding each other.
“That was outstanding, Daddy,” he murmured, then tilted his head to look at me. I kissed him, slow and deep.
“You liked it, huh?”
Leith’s smile turned a bit cheeky. “I loved and hated it in equal measure. Good job.”
I laughed and kissed him again. That was exactly what I wanted to hear.
* * * *
I dropped Leith off at his house the next morning, so he could change into his own clothes, and get his new plant baby settled, while I made a trip to the hardware store for supplies. Leith thought I was replacing the cabinet floor under the sink. And I was. But I also planned something else.
Two something elses, to be exact.
When I backed into his driveway a little while later, he was once again sitting on the porch swing, a mug cradled in both hands. I hopped down and waved.
“That’s a lot of wood for one cabinet repair,” he called.
It was true. Because only one piece of plywood was for the cabinet repair. The rest was for my first secret project. I grabbed the bag with the two different kinds of stain as well as sandpaper and brushes and jogged over to him. He stopped at the top of the steps, and I paused at the bottom.
“Here, take this.” I handed it up. Then I reached into my back pocket and retrieved the folded piece of paper. “Also this.”
“What is all this?” He cautiously peeked into the bag.
I leaned against the railing and nodded to the paper. “Take a look.”
Leith slipped a hand through the handles of the bag, then cautiously unfolded the paper, repeatedly glancing at me. He turned it around, apparently it was upside down, and stared at it for several moments. I waited, barely containing my grin.
“I don’t understand,” he eventually said.
“That,” I said, tapping the paper with one finger, “is a hand drawn schematic of a set of shelves. Plant shelves, to be exact. You have that whole empty wall on the north side of the living room. You have too many plants to showcase properly. I spent hours the other day looking at other people’s set-ups and researching the shelves they used. Then I designed a better set up to build.”
“Daddy,” he whispered, gaze glued to the paper.
I climbed three steps so I was right in front of him. “See? There’s different heights, widths, and lengths. And you can attach the grow light bar things so all the plants get the light they need. I’ll carve channels for cord management, so they don’t stick out. And I know you can daisy chain them together so that one switch…. angel, why are you crying?”
Leith launched himself at me, nearly sending us backward off the stairs, but I twisted and bumped against the railing instead. It was sturdy enough to keep us upright. I’d made sure of it when I rebuilt it.
It took him a few minutes to calm down enough to actually get words out. “This is the kindest, most generous, most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me. You don’t even like my plants and yet you did the research and designed this and are going to b-build—” He sobbed out a breath and tried to burrow closer.
I waited until he hiccupped and sucked in a huge breath before speaking. “I don’t not like them, for the record. But what I think doesn’t matter. They bring you joy, angel. They make you happy. Of course I’m gonna support that.” I gave him a squeeze and then a little nip on the neck. “Not that you can get more, though.”
That made him laugh, and it was watery but genuine. I let him hold on as long as he needed to. Eventually, he was breathing easier and pulled away. He wiped his face with one hand, and then kissed me. I let him have control for all of three seconds before I took over, commanding the kiss. He sighed as he ceded to me.
“Now,” I said, when I pulled back. “Go wash your face, then put down the tarp I stashed in the front closet. I’m going to build it right in the living room and I don’t want to mess up the floor. Then you have to decide which stain you like better. I’ll bring in the supplies.”
He nodded quickly, stepping back up onto the porch.
“And move Franziska for now. I don’t want to knock into her when I’m carting the wood in.”
His grin was so bright, he gave the late June sun a run for its money.