23. Wallace #3
Wallace’s heart lit up even as his cock started to spurt. He dug his fingers into Daddy’s arms like claws, needing to see his Daddy fall apart. “Need you, Daddy. Just you. All yours.”
“Mine,” Daddy growled. “Oh, my god, baby girl. Just mine!” His face was a picture of ecstasy, mouth open, eyes squeezed shut, with every tendon stretched tight in his neck. He came with a roar, fucking into Wallace a few more times as he chased his orgasm to its conclusion.
“Love you so much!” Daddy roared.
Then his face froze mid-shout and his muscles locked.
Wallace’s own heart was racing, his body still drifting in the high of release, in the joy of having Volt’s body over him. Inside him.
Even knowing the glitch might be coming, it was still scary to see. But Wallace felt too good to really panic. Daddy’s fans were whirring, blowing out subtle puffs of air from high up on his ribs. He told himself that it was alright.
That he, Wallace Wollencroft, had made a sexbot pass out from sheer pleasure. And actually, he was kind of proud of himself.
Daddy’s cock was still stuck inside him, hard and thick, rubbing against his oversensitive prostate and keeping him so full that he didn’t think he could bear for it to end.
He lay back, testing his range of motion. One leg was still thrown over Volt’s shoulder and his hips were still supported by Daddy’s hands. Yeah, he wasn’t going anywhere. Wallace slowly lowered his leg, each tiny movement bringing a gasp to his lips as it set off a new flash of sensation inside.
Daddy blinked a moment later, his disconnected shout falling to a hum as he shut his mouth. “Creampuff?” he asked, momentarily confused. He shook himself out, or maybe reset all his muscles in sequence, and it jostled his dick inside Wallace’s sensitive channel.
Wallace giggled. “You blacked out again.”
“Oh.” Daddy looked chagrined, eyes sweeping down the space between their bodies. “I was really trying not to this time. Are you alright?”
Wallace lazily nodded. “I’ll take it as a compliment.”
“I guess I should…” He looked down between them again.
“No, Daddy.” Wallace locked his legs around Daddy’s back. “Don’t pull out yet. I’m not ready.”
“My god, sweet boy.” Daddy gazed down at him like he’d performed some sort of miracle, then adjusted their bodies until they could lay there, chests pressed together, breathing in harmony.
“You know I can stay hard forever, right?” he asked as he nuzzled into Wallace’s neck.
He didn’t seem inclined to move, either.
“Mmmm-hmmmm.” That was fine. Wallace never wanted to move again. Especially not when Daddy was tracing little patterns around his ear with his tongue. “Maybe I want you to,” he countered.
Daddy chuckled, sending another jolt of pleasure through him. “Don’t give me ideas, pretty girl, or we’ll never get out of this bed.”
“I have no objections. I can get the chefbot to bring me food. It could bring you a charging cable, too. We’d never have to move again.
” He was feeling happy and silly, and he loved it.
He’d never imagined that he’d feel this comfortable with another person.
That sex could be amazing and naughty and silly, too.
All of which spiraled up into an outpouring of love that he just had to release somewhere. “Love you, Daddy. I love you so much. This was absolutely perfect.”
“Yeah?” Daddy asked, looking a little more insecure than he had any reason to. “So it was good for your first time? I wasn’t too rough with you?”
“It was better than anything I could have imagined.” It was silly, he knew, but he loved the idea that Daddy had taken his virginity. And this had blown any fantasy he’d ever had out of the water.
He felt so complete. So connected. So… in love.
He squeezed his arms around Daddy and, feeling daring, squeezed some of his inner muscles, too.
Daddy moaned, rocking forward just a bit and sending another blast of pleasure through Wallace’s over-sensitive prostate. “Do that again, pretty pansy, and we’re truly not getting out of bed.”
Wallace chuckled, not at all concerned with that outcome.
He could stay here all day. Daddy was his, and they’d finally come together.
Not that penetrative sex was the most important thing in a relationship. But it clearly meant a lot to Volt. It was a huge level of trust.
It hadn’t escaped him how it came right on the heels of Daddy’s declaration that he wouldn’t be doing sexwork any more.
Not that Wallace had objected before. But he could see the difference. Daddy was lighter now. More free.
Totally present with him, the little hints of anxiety that seemed to plague him abandoned.
Wallace lifted his face for more kisses, lazy and content.
They snuggled and talked, drifting in bliss, until Wallace started to feel too sticky and begged for a shower.
Daddy seemed only too happy to scoop him up and carry him to the bathroom. That led to another hour of Daddy soaping him down with luxurious strokes and teasing him with those broad, talented hands, until he was panting and exploding all over the wall while Daddy slipped inside him again.
He felt as limp as a noodle when Daddy dried him off, got him dressed in a cozy t-shirt and shorts, and deposited him on the couch with instructions to pick something for the chefbot to make.
He was feeling too indolent for even that, but then his phone rang.
The tone immediately alerted him to the caller.
Parker from the private investigation team he’d hired.
While a few weeks ago, just the thought of work intruding on his time with Volt would have sent him into a rage, this time he was feeling too good to get truly upset…
and too guilty to want to ignore it. If there was any news about Maxamillion he wanted it.
“Sorry, Daddy, I need to take this,” he said, reaching for his phone.
Daddy put a firm hand on top of his.
“Not if it’s work, you don’t.” Daddy gave him a stern look, which did all sorts of fluttery things to his insides.
“It’s work but… Actually, it’s not. It’s personal.” The phone stopped ringing.
“Is it someone who’s going to be nice to you?” Daddy growled.
“No, but… I need to call back.” His stomach sank while his anxiety rose. “It’s about the situation at work. The one I was worried about. It’s…”
Volt must have read something on his face. “Alright, baby. Call back. But I’ll be right here for you.”
Thank God. He’d fucked this up by not going to his Daddy before when he was overwhelmed by this situation, and he was eternally grateful that Daddy was with him now.
Daddy picked him up and settled him in his lap, enclosing him in all directions and keeping him safe.
He nuzzled into Daddy’s chest, letting the outside world slip away for a minute.
He wanted to cling to that sense of security.
But he had to be an adult, too. He had to take responsibility.
He pressed the button to return the call.
“Parker,” she answered.
“Hi. It’s Wallace. I was returning your call.”
“You asked for an alert if there was a change in behavior, and it seems like we’ve got one.” Her voice was crisp and matter of fact, a cold splash of reality.
“Yeah?” Wallace asked, trying not to get his hopes up.
“Benedict Curran was observed in three locations outside his apartment today. He went out to a cafe with the friend you mentioned, Evan Llwyd. The two of them went from there to a culinary supply store. As you instructed, we didn’t get close enough to hear their full conversation.
Benedict seemed nervous and then excited at the cafe, and was in good spirits while he was shopping.
He laughed often and seemed comfortable with Evan. ”
“Good.” No, it was better than good. It was amazing.
“Though the only thing he bought was six electronic kitchen thermometers.”
Wallace snorted. “That sounds like Ben.” It was definitely weird enough. “Thank you for telling me.”
“There was another observation this evening,” Parker went on.
“He walked to a nearby park, made two laps around it, and walked back home, all while on a video call. The camera was pointed away from him, but he didn’t seem to be recording anything in particular.
He was speaking with someone named Oliver, but once called him Max and then corrected himself back to Oliver.
It sounded like they were in a relationship. ”
“Yes!” Wallace shouted. Max was alive! That had to be him, didn’t it? Maybe he couldn’t move yet, but he could watch through Ben’s cameras? “I mean, thank you for the good news.”
“Would you like us to continue monitoring him?”
“Is there like a halfway option where you’re not watching him all the time but can still get updates?”
“Absolutely. We’ll keep a team on him for a few days to get a sense of new patterns, and then observe him at a few scattered times and locations for the next month. I can send you a quote for three different surveillance patterns.”
“That would be good. Thank you,” Wallace managed.
“I’ll let you get back to your day, then.”
“Alright, thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Mr. Wollencroft.”
Daddy grinned up at him. “Good news?”
“Yeah. Really good news.” Wallace let out a sigh.
Maxamillion was alive. Despite all the odds, the knowledge had made it out of that horrible place, and been reunited with Ben.
Wallace wasn’t a murderer. He hadn’t lost one of the few people who’d been kind to him.
One of the few who had learned all of his secrets and supported him anyway.
Wallace still regretted his actions every day, but knowing that Maxamillion—or was it Oliver now?—was alright in some shape or form was a huge balm on his soul.
“I wasn’t trying to overhear…” Daddy started, but Wallace waved that away. If he’d wanted true privacy, he wouldn’t have made the call from Daddy’s lap. “Alright, I heard most of it. I can try to erase it from my memory if you want me to.”
“Really?” He didn’t know that could happen.