Page 76 of Unfettered

He grins. “I don’t think you’re desperate enough.” With that, he leans over to the nightstand and pulls out a bottle of lube.

I watch as he unceremoniously flicks the cap open and drizzles the slick onto his fingers. He circles my asshole a few times before sliding one long, thick finger in.

I moan and throw my head back at the feel of him. It’s been so fucking long since we’ve had this.

Slowly, he fingers me, thrusting in and out before stilling and pressing two fingers to my hole.

“Ten…” I whine. “I don’t need prep. Just fuck me.”

He chuckles. “You’re so cute when you think you’re in charge.”

I’m mad with need by the time he’s three fingers deep in me, riding his hand like a whore and unable to stop the moans spilling from my throat. Still, no matter how many times I beg, how many times I meet him thrust for thrust, he doesn’t budge. He grips my tender ass with one hand, while he teases my prostate with the other.

My orgasm creeps closer and closer, and I cry out, bringing my hands down from above my head to clutch at him as I feel it reach the point of no return— and then it all stops.

My hole feels gaping and empty as he pulls his fingers out to grip the base of my cock hard, stopping my orgasm in its tracks.

Opening my eyes, I blink rapidly to bring him into focus. “What⁠—”

“I didn’t say you could move, Topolino. If I put your hands somewhere, I expect them to stay there… And I didn’t say you could come yet.”

I glare at him. “That’s unfair! You didn’t explain the rules!”

He stares blankly at me. “I shouldn’t have to. I’ve never denied you touch…but I would expect you to listen, even to my silent cues.”

I grimace, as I know he’s right. He’s manhandled me enough that I know to follow his lead…

He sighs. “From now on, if I put you in a position, I expect you to ask permission to move, understand?”

I nod. “Yes…” Daddy hangs unsaid between us, and Tennant’s mouth quirks up at the corners, but he doesn’t call me out.

I try to figure out the fluttering in my chest. I’ll never be like Lio. The Daddy/Boy dynamic will never be part of my everyday life, so the word won’t always come out…I don’t think. Fuck, I have a lot to figure out.

“You’re not coming until I say today.”

I want to protest, but instead, all that comes out is, “Yes, Daddy.”

Tennant smiles and swoops in to kiss me. He briefly gets up to shed his clothes, and once he's back in bed, he sits on his heels, slicks his hard and leaking cock, and drags me into his lap.

My arms drape over his shoulders as he lowers me down onto his dick. Throwing my head back, I cry out as he slowly pushes into me. I bear down, trying to force him deeper, but he spanks me, the crack of his hand mixing with the moan I let out from deep in my chest.

“This is my show, Topolino,” he mutters into my ear, as he seats me all the way onto him.

It’s all I can do to breathe and hold on as he lifts me up and down on his cock, dragging moans and cries from me with every upwards thrust.

“Ten…please…” I beg.

“Please, what?”

I swallow around a partially brutal and deep thrust. “Let me touch you… Let me feel you… Let me come!”

“You want me to use you like a whore?” he whispers, holding me still on his lap.

“Yes…”

“Do you think you deserve to make such demands of me?”

I…have no idea how to answer that. It doesn’t help when he grinds me on his cock, lighting me up and forcing a breathy moan from me.