Page 90 of Love Unlimited

Good boy, Daddy complimented him again. Then he clipped the second chain from Landon’s nipple to the cock ring.

Together, it was dazzling, massaging in the exact place that set him off every time, then yanking on his nipple each time his dick twitched.

Landon let his eyes drift closed. Four thin silver chains and he was completely at his Daddy’s mercy, a blended heaven and hell.

Daddy’s sweet kisses trailing around his hip were an incongruous sensation, overloading his nervous system. He could feel the way Daddy loved him and worshipped him with each careful placement of his lips and the gentle stroking of his hands.

It was some sort of special torment being kissed so lightly when the weight on his balls felt like it was getting heavier every second and his muscles were starting to hurt from holding the awkward position.

Daddy kissed over the curve of his hip, licking at the slightly ticklish small of his back. One hand slipped further down, tracing over his ass that was now so completely exposed.

He was still surprised when that questing tongue slipped further down. He’d been expecting it, but he’d been too immersed in all of the other sensations to remember it now. He felt dreadfully vulnerable, his ass open and available for anything Daddy wanted to do.

Daddy’s tongue explored, circling around until it landed right on his pucker.

Landon writhed, all of the sensations coming at him at once. Pain and torment, adoration and pleasure.

It took him a moment to even separate out the feeling that was Dustin seeking out his hole with a lubed finger.

The strain in his legs was becoming more intense, and part of him just wanted Dustin to ram his finger in and get it over with. His quivering muscles told him that if he could just endure a little longer, it would all be over.

But Daddy didn’t seem to be in a hurry.

He ran two fingers languidly over Landon’s cleft, teasing without making any effort to enter. He kissed along Landon’s hips, making him feel beautiful and loved.

And somewhere in there, Landon started to really want it. He pushed back unconsciously, the motion sending stinging waves of pain through him. Fuck, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt. Especially his balls, stretched impossibly away from his body in that stomach-churning way that should have been horrible but somehow made him harder.

He had to stop the pain. Instinctively, he corrected himself, knees bent again, chest toward the wall, but that sent another tight throbbing wave of agony through his nipples. And somewhere in the middle of it, that impossible cock ring was gripping him, vibrating right at the base and sending bright shards of pleasure through him.

And Daddy… Daddy was caressing down his hip, ever so softly and lovingly, as he thrusted a lubed finger into Landon’s vulnerable hole. Landon felt… claimed. Owned. His head fell back, tugging the chains on his nipples and setting off a different combination that sparked through his body.

That little edge of agony and pleasure centered him for a moment, all the other sensations blending in and swirling around his ass. He could feel how open and exposed he was, how his aching thighs were spread wide.

How he belonged utterly to Daddy.

Daddy started up a slow rhythm. In. Out. A single finger. It didn’t even feel that good. Well, maybe it did. It felt like he was just on the edge of something. Something that made him want to push back on Daddy’s fingers, meeting him on each thrust even though it left his balls in torment and made his chest sting.

Daddy pulled back a little and Landon chased him, shoving back. And fuck, that was gloriously horrible or horribly glorious. One or the other. Because Daddy wanted him to suffer, and he was floating away in it.

Daddy returned now with two fingers and this time it stung. It seemed impossible. He knew other people did it all the time, but his ass was always just too tight.

Daddy gave him just a moment, one impossible moment, and then pushed in anyway. Landon yowled and jerked back, everything hurting. And through it all the vibrator on his cock kept telling him that this was good. That it was the best fucking thing that ever happened to him. That he was going to come so hard that he blacked out, only he wasn’t allowed.

Then Daddy found his prostate, nailing it hard with his fingertips. Ecstasy jolted through him so hard it was like another form of pain. It shouldn’t even be possible to feel so good.

He knew he was whimpering. He could almost hear it through his jaw, broken and begging noises falling from his mouth.

That was what he wanted to do, if his hand were free. Beg.

Beg for Daddy to…. God, he didn’t even know. Everything was such a confusing jumble, the sensations falling over him in layers, turning him inside out, until the pleasure was like an attack and the pain was a beautiful gift.

Daddy stabbed at his prostate again and he felt the urge to come, like lightning running through him. It was so good. Soooooo good. But the two tight rings around his cock and balls made it impossible, one in discomfort that made his stomach quiver, and one forcing bliss onto his overwhelmed body.

He was crying now, tears leaking down his face and sobs rising from his chest.

Daddy’s fingers pulled out, and for a moment he felt a loss. Of connection. Of that deep, beautiful sensation. There was a pause for a moment, and then Landon jumped at the sensation of cold lube against his hole.

Landon looked down—the only direction he could look when he was bent over like that, his head hanging—to see that Daddy had moved around to his side.