Page 70 of The Star in Room 7

Eventually, I’m done with playing. Done with edging him. I just want release.

“Come with me, baby,” I whisper.

As though acting on command, his body shudders in time with mine, painting us with his cum. I come inside him, thrusting through my orgasm to prolong it, never wanting it to end. Then I lay over him, gasping, kissing, touching, and holding him. I don’t pull out of him. If he wants me to, he’ll let me know, but for now I want to continue feeling every inch of him.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

I reach up to release his wrists. “You’re my person,” I whisper against his hot, sweaty skin.

He wraps his arms around me, his fingertips pressing desperately against my shoulder blades. “You’re my person, too, Daddy. Never let me go.”

“I won’t, sweet boy. I won’t. But I do need to finish untying you.”

“Not yet. I’m fine for now.”

I chuckle. “You want me to stay inside you.”

“I do. I want to stay exactly like this. Please?”

“Whatever you want, sweet boy. Whatever you need.” I stroke his cheek, holding him silently for some time, until, eventually, my soft cock slips out of him.

He whimpers, but doesn’t object when I move away to remove the ankle cuffs.

“I’ll be back in a moment. Don’t move.”

I fetch a damp cloth. He hasn’t moved a muscle. I clean him up, remove, tie off, and dispose of the condom, clean myself, and then fetch massage oil from the walk-in.

“Lay on your stomach, baby.”

He obeys without hesitation. How far he’s come, from a guy who’d never allowed himself to be submissive, to doing as I ask without question. I kneel beside him, pour the massage oil onto his back, and then rub his back and shoulders firmly.

“That’s so nice, Daddy.”

“Relax and enjoy. You’ve earned it.”

“I didn’t do anything, Daddy.”

“You did everything, baby.”

He smiles and sighs happily. I massage him until all the oil has been worked into his skin, leaving it glistening. Then I lay beside him and remove the eye mask. He blinks for a few seconds before finally focusing on me.

“Hi,” he whispers.

“Hi.” I stroke my thumb over his cheekbone. “How are you feeling about tomorrow?”

“Nervous. Scared.”

“I’ll be with you.”

“I know, thank you.” He catches hold of my hand and presses it over his heart. “I meant it, you know… That you’re my person. I didn’t just say it because the sex was great.”

I arch a brow. “It was great, was it?”

“Amazing. I don’t know why I asked you to edge me, but I’m glad I did. No one’s ever done that to me before. It made my orgasm mind-blowing.”

“I’ll happily blow your mind again.” I bring his hand to my lips and kiss his knuckles. “And again.” Another kiss. “And again.”

He tucks his other hand under his cheek. “How did I get so lucky?”