Page 87 of Love Unlimited

Daddy chuckled darkly, knowing exactly what response he was eliciting. Have you used the toilet yet?

Landon shook his head, mouth dry.

What do you need to do?

Huh? Landon half raised his hands to sign, repeating the question in his head. What did he need to… Oh. Daddy was asking what he needed to do with the toilet.

That brought all sorts of shameful and arousing feelings to the surface. He wasn’t sure if he was quite sinking into middle space, but it was pushing him into something very, very submissive and needy. Just pee, he finally answered.

Just as he’d… well, not quite expected but maybe hoped, Daddy slipped back behind him and guided him to the toilet. Daddy’s warm hands slid his pajama shorts and underwear down in the front and pulled out his cock.

He was far, far too aroused to ever pee when Daddy was holding him like this. Daddy’s fingers were sending jolts of pleasure through him even with that light grip. Especially because he was so embarrassingly exposed. And at the same time, feeling all of Daddy’s adoration and love.

Daddy stroked a soothing hand down his chest. That same hand crossed over his chest and patted his pecs on the opposite side twice. With two hands, it would have been the sign for relax.

Right. He just had to relax and do this. Not get hard. Not give in to the squirmy, wonderful feeling of Daddy holding him while he peed.

He closed his eyes, trying to regulate his breathing and just feel. This was his Daddy, giving him everything he needed. Even when he didn’t always know what that was. Maybe this was already part of his reward.

Somewhere in there, he reached some new mental space where he started to let go. He could feel the urine releasing from his body, but he didn’t open his eyes to see the yellow stream. Daddy pulled him tighter, possessively. When he was done, Daddy gave his cock a shake, then cleaned the final drips with toilet paper.

Daddy leaned both of them forward, and then he felt the vibrations through the floor when the toilet flushed.

Daddy led him back to the sink so they could both wash their hands, still pressing behind him. When they finished, Daddy asked the question again. What reward should my good boy get?

More of this, please? he asked. He didn’t even know what that would look like. Just more.

More pain or more sensation? Daddy nibbled along his neck as he signed.

More… anything. I guess pain? He struggled to articulate what he needed. I want to feel owned. I want to feel helpless. Like I belong to you.

Daddy’s eyes bored into his in the mirror, a dark, beautiful promise. Do you want to suffer for me?

Landon gulped, his already hard cock pulsing. Yes, Daddy. That was it. That was exactly what he wanted.

Good boy. Daddy bit into his shoulder hard and then gave it a light kiss. Strip and stand facing the wall.

Landon obeyed feeling… good about obeying. He knew which wall Daddy meant, the empty one next to the door. There used to be pictures there, but Dustin had moved them months ago for exactly this purpose.

His view held nothing but plain white paint, and it was tempting to turn around and see what Daddy was doing. This was usually the part of a scene, at least with temporary Doms at Escape, when he’d usually start to get antsy. The prickling feeling under his skin would grow and grow until he wanted them to just get it over with already.

So he was surprised to discover that he was just feeling relaxed. Aroused as hell, of course. But not tense.

The wall was still boring, though.

He felt an extended vibration through the floor that was probably the toilet flushing. With all of his senses focused on his bare feet, he thought he could feel the unequal pace of Dustin walking around behind him, pausing, then moving again. Should he peek?

No, he was being good.

He thought he felt a current of air behind him and then Daddy was there, stroking hands down his back and sweeping his long hair over one shoulder. Daddy kissed tenderly along his neck, the whispering touch only making him more delightfully nervous and needy.

He was going to suffer. For Daddy. As his reward.

Still standing behind him, Dustin raised both of Landon’s arms over his head, leaning against the wall. He snapped a pair of leather cuffs around them, linked by a short chain. That feeling of aroused calm deepened. Daddy would take care of everything, and he would be helpless to stop it.

Dustin walked around him so they could see each other. Keep your hands there unless you need to safeword. We’re going to try predicament bondage tonight.

Oh fuck. This was something they’d both been wanting to try for a long time. Most of their play concentrated on the psychological aspects of dominance and submission, though Daddy would sometimes add a toy or two to get a particular effect. This was going to be a whole new level. He nodded his consent, feeling nervous and aroused in equal measure.