Page 91 of Love Unlimited

It seemed like Daddy was trying to be slow and gentle as he worked the lubed plug in. At first it felt good, filling that empty feeling he’d had since he lost Daddy’s fingers. But then there was more of a stretch. More.

Landon gritted his teeth. It wasn’t that big. He knew it wasn’t that big.

Daddy’s expression looked almost blissed out, somehow matching what Landon was feeling inside. He was getting off on every pained shudder that ran through Landon’s body.

With one final push, it was in.

Landon panted, heart hammering. There was too much going on all at once.

Then Daddy flipped the switch in the base of the plug and it was vibrating, buzzing in time to the other stimulation on his cock, and aimed right at his prostate. The combined sensation was so good for a moment that he forgot about that sickening weight on his balls and tugged against them.

Daddy gave him a kiss on his thigh, soft as a butterfly’s wings. I love you so much, he signed upward.

Landon nodded, swallowing heavily. He could feel it. And Daddy had to know that he felt the same, though he couldn’t say it back. His legs ached, shaking and just this side of a cramp. His balls felt like they were being ripped from his body. The dual vibrations, inside and outside, had him standing at the precipice of orgasm, ecstasy twining through everything like a glorious golden thread.

Daddy ran one lazy hand up Landon’s trembling thigh. You don’t know how beautiful you are. I can’t even tell you all the things I want to do to you right now. His hand ran back down. I could just sit and watch you like this for hours.

Landon drew in a gasping breath. He wouldn’t, would he? But God, how amazing would that be, to just stand there, taking everything, for his Daddy’s pleasure.

Or I could see what you thought of the flogger. His smile turned evil. I wonder how very, very still you could stay?

Landon shook his head. He couldn’t stay still. Not at all. That would be another beautiful cruelty, and he found himself wanting it just as much.

Daddy’s hand returned to his balls, lightly fingering the tightly stretched skin. Landon shuddered in some confusing flutter of ecstasy, even after Daddy took his hand back to sign. I could get myself off right here, he mused. Just rut against you. Would you like that? If I used your balls like that for my pleasure?

Something dreadful and needy rose up in him, that spiky cactus unfurling its bloom. He couldn’t imagine how much more that would hurt, but he found himself nodding anyway.

Daddy’s pupils were blown. The look he gave Landon couldn’t be described as anything but adoration and awe.

Daddy stood. Or maybe I’ll just watch you while I get myself off. Maybe I won’t even let you come. You’ll need to so badly, won’t you? After I come, I’ll take off your nipple clamps. You’ll want to fly, but you won’t be able to. Then I’ll remove the vibrators. I might even play with your sexy dick. But I’ll take off the ball ring last. The lust in Daddy’s eyes only drew Landon in further. Then I’ll tuck you into bed, all hard and aching. Maybe I’ll even get myself off again, all over your soft skin.

The thought of not getting off after all of this should have been horrific. Instead, Landon felt something wondrous sweep through him, a wave of something bigger than himself. Something almost holy.

Daddy pulled down his jeans enough to reveal his full, heavy cock. You’re my treasure. So beautiful suffering for me. He started stroking his length casually with one hand, the smooth, dark head popping out with each repetition.

Landon’s eyes were riveted. Fuck. Daddy was really going to do it. To get himself off while Landon was writhing in need, to deny Landon his orgasm because it pleased him.

Landon nodded, even though he’d hadn’t been asked for his permission because he’d already given it. He just needed Daddy to know that this was… everything. So different from a year ago, when he’d hated the idea of being some Dom’s toy because he already felt so disposable.

Now he knew that he was the center of Daddy’s world. His treasure. Made to suffer because it was the most beautiful thing that they could create together.

Daddy’s hand grew faster where it circled his dick and Landon felt himself getting light headed. He already knew he wasn’t going to come, and that was freeing. All of the sensations, the mingled agony of his nipples, the delicious buzzing around his cock, the heavy pain on his balls, that impossible bliss so deep inside him where the buttplug kept vibrating against him, and most of all, the trembling in the muscles of his legs that surely couldn’t hold him up any longer… it slipped sideways into something new.

He was flinging himself open to the universe, but a universe gravitationally pulled toward Daddy at the center. Everything was Daddy.

Landon licked his lips. Wishing he could taste Daddy’s cock. Wishing he could suffer more when Daddy was devouring him with those eyes that were both greedy and adoring, his mouth open in pleasure.

You want my cum all over you? Daddy asked, one handed, while his motions increased. You want me to paint you like the treasure you are?

Landon nodded frantically. The shaking in his legs seemed to reach up through his whole body. He wasn’t sure how he could keep standing. His muscles weren’t his to control any more.

Daddy stepped a little closer. I need to kiss you.

Landon turned his head, eager for the kiss.

Daddy chuckled. Maybe I’ll even let you come after all.

Landon’s head was spinning, weak from the sensation and all the possibilities. He tried to put his answer into his expression, that whether he came or not was irrelevant. That he was Daddy’s to command.