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“Daddy, Daddy, Callum, it… you… Daddy,” he gasped.
He was fucking delicious, the taste of him like a drug I was never going to get enough of, and I greedily licked him clean until he finally started to writhe away from me, whimpering a little as, no doubt, that sweet cock of his became too sensitized to enjoy it… which also meant it was finally softening, so I quickly sat back and opened the package Andrea had made sure to have waiting for me, pulling out the exquisitely crafted cock cage I’d ordered and fitting it around my boy’s cock and balls.
I clicked it shut, and the sound shot through me like a bullet, shattering any final illusions I’d been holding onto about not wanting to utterly own this boy in every conceivable way. Seeing his softened cock caged up and locked away satisfied something deep and primal in me, and for once, I didn’t flinch away from it.
My possessive need for this beautiful boy thrummed in my chest like a second heartbeat, and when I looked up to meet his wide-eyed stare, I recognized the thing that had pulled me toward him from the beginning, even more than his pretty face and tight little body.
Just as much as I needed to possess him, Dashiell had an answering need to be possessed. To be cared for and protected, treasured and kept safe.
It was everything I’d never let myself admit to wanting, and it was all the sweeter to see how deeply it satisfied his unspoken needs, too.
“Still green, sweetheart?” I checked, my voice husky with emotion as I ran my fingers over the cool metal of the cage, letting them dip between the bars to stroke the soft, warm flesh of his still-damp cock.
He swallowed, a shiver visibly moving through his body as he whispered, “Yes, Daddy. I’m green.”
“Good boy. Now you won’t come without my permission again.” I paused. “Unless you use your safe word, of course. This cage doesn’t require an actual key, you can remove it by pressing right here—”
“No!” he said, jackknifing upright and pushing my hand off his cock. He cupped his hands over it protectively. “I don’t want to remove it. You said my dick belonged to you. That I do. And I want that. I want… I want to be yours. Last night, you said I could be! You said… you…” He’d started panting, and his voice trailed off as he lifted his hands off his caged cock and looked down at it with an expression of wonder that made my heart stutter. “Thinking about that stuff always makes me hard.”
“Thinking about belonging to me?”
“Yes, but look! I can’t.”
Dashiell had just come, and yet his sweet little cock was already trying to fill again. But my boy was right. He couldn’t get hard. Not unless I allowed it. And the sight of his soft flesh pressing against the bars, trapped at my command and awaiting my pleasure, wasn’t just the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen, it also settled something in my soul.
He wasn’t mine despite how controlling I was; he was mine because of it. He truly was my perfect fit, and even though we both knew I’d let him go if he said the word, I was starting to hope—no, I was starting to believe—that I might never have to.
Chapter 10
Dash
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I almost pinched myself again when I woke up later that morning, for the second time, wrapped in Callum’s—no, in Daddy’s arms, because on top of every other wonderful thing, he’d said I could call him that now, too.
No, he’d said he wanted to be that.
It was almost too much like the fantasies I’d indulged in over the years to feel real. First, the daydreams I’d started spinning in my head during all those quick, furtive moments I’d stolen in one crappy apartment after another, featuring porn-inspired, strong, faceless men who actually wanted me; but then—ever since that day at La Vigneta—fantasies that had all starred him.
Hot Daddy Callum… now, my Daddy.
But this time, I didn’t need to pinch myself to know this was real, because not once had I ever dreamed that someone would want me enough to keep my dick locked away, just for him.
A delicious shiver ran through me, and I snuck my hand down between my legs to touch the shiny silver cage again.
Still there.
Still real.
Behind me, Daddy was snoring lightly, his big body wrapped almost all the way around me and my ass nestled right over his cock, which stirred against me when I moved. I’d been so excited when I’d woken up earlier to find him leaning over me that I’d gotten overly excited, especially once he started doing all those things to me. But after he’d locked me away, murmuring that I was his treasure and making me feel more safe and secure and protected than I’d ever felt in… in ever, after all that, I’d realized that he’d been awake all night, flying back on the red eye earlier than he was scheduled to, just to see me—me!—and that I was actually still super tired, too, since it hadn’t even been five in the morning yet.
So, we’d slept, and he’d held me like he didn’t want to let me go, but now I wasn’t just awake and well-rested, I was so horny from being so close to him for so long that I could hardly see straight, which was the weirdest feeling ever, since I still couldn’t get hard, either.
But he could.
I wiggled against him a little more, wondering what I should do about that. Every wonderful thing Jackie had told me about the way my Daddy would want to be in charge seemed true, so maybe he wouldn’t want me to do anything about it. Not without his permission.
The idea sent another overwhelming ripple of tingling heat through me, so exciting that I couldn’t help the whimpering little gasp I made. I didn’t know why it felt so good to know I could count on him to take over like that. Maybe because I’d lived my whole life up until I met him always on guard, always needing to look out for myself? I couldn’t imagine trusting just any hot guy to look out for me the way Daddy did, but… but maybe I’d never have to. Maybe, if I was really lucky, he’d let me stay in his bed and in his life and in this cage that made me feel like he’d just claimed me as his own, for… ever.
