Page 97 of Dangle

His face lifted in a smile. Nowhere near full wattage, but I didn’t expect it to be, what with that bruise. “You mean like when you shove me to my knees and call me a cockwarming slut?”

“Yeah, something like that,” I said, taking his mouth with mine.

Our fingers threaded together, and I pulled his arms above his head as I bucked into him, aligning our dicks. Pinning his hands to the bed with one hand, I clamored to my knees. His thighs, those thick, beautiful, muscular thighs, were draped over my own.

“Keep your hands where they are,” I ordered.

He nodded, and I raised up fully on my knees, my hands tracing down his body, pinching his nipples until he hissed and arched his back, pressing his head into the pillow. The veins and tendons of his neck stood out in stark relief. I wanted to bite him. Mark him up so the world would know who he belonged to.

Clearing my throat, I gathered all the spit I could and spat it into my hand, gripping our dicks. Mostly his because the boy’sdick leaked like a cracked dam when you edged him. And fuck me, I loved to edge him.

I jacked him slowly, barely there touches that had him keening with need while he writhed on the bed.

“Look at you being such a good little slut for me. You like it when Daddy toys with you, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

“Hmm, Daddy’s going to toy with you a lot today. It’s going to be a very stressful day, and I want you thinking only of me. I want you ready for me. All the time. So I can use you when and how and where I want.”

A high-pitched whine spilled from his lips as I leaned forward, threading our fingers together again, pinning his hands to the mattress with mine and using my full weight to hold down his hips while I rubbed our dicks together. I licked and bit at his mouth, swallowing every whine, every groan and moan, every whimper. The more I moved, the wetter he got, and then he came, his cock jerking frantically between us, teasing me into my own orgasm.

I fell onto him, my hands loosening from his to cup his face, holding him in place to kiss and tongue fuck him the way I wanted. The little shit was already getting hard.

“You still want this?”

“Yes. Please. I’m yours. Yours to use how and when and where you want. That’s what I want.”

“And you understand I won’t be asking permission. And you’re okay with that?” I asked, no longer touching him sexually in any way.

He looked up at me, want glowing in his face.

“It’s what I wanted before I knew you were a Dom. It’s what I wanted before I knew what Free Use meant. It’s what I want now.”

I growled, “You’re fucking perfect, baby boy. The perfect slut for me.”

“I want to be.”

“You are so fucking perfect.” Kissing him again, I whispered against his lips, “Meet me in the shower”

When we left the bedroom an hour later, my lips twitched every time I looked at Trey. The plug in his ass wasn’t big, but the boy was a fucking ass play slut. Hell, he was just a slut in general. And I loved every moment I got to torture the boy.

I especially loved listening to him beg and whine as he grew more and more frustrated. He was going to be very, very frustrated today because I had him locked up. That plug was going to keep him focused on the man who put it there, and the cage would keep his dick from getting hard and showing the world what I owned.

“You look way too giddy for what we’re facing downstairs since I missed practice.”

I paused, and he did as well. The submissive side of the boy humbled me. Pressing him to the wall, I pulled out the tiny plastic remote and tapped a button. A nearly silent buzzing came from his pants. He shivered and gasped, and a low moan rumbled in his throat. I traced the tip of his dick through the cage and his moan climbed an octave.

“I’m extremely fucking giddy. I have the most perfect cock slut as a submissive. My boy is beautiful and fierce. A true fucking bad ass, and I can’t wait for him to walk around with my lock on his cock and my plug in his ass and introduce me to everyone, knowing just how hot and bothered he is, and how focused on his Daddy he will be all fucking day.”

“Good morning, Mr. Trey.”

“Good morning, Marta. This is my boyfriend, Slone. Slone, this is our long-time housekeeper, Marta.”

“Ma’am. It’s very nice to meet you.”

“Oh, you are so sweet. It’s nice to meet you too. Are you two hungry? It’s a little late, but I could still make you something unless you are heading to the rink straight away?”

“The rink?—”