Page 14 of Tessa

“You want to tell your Daddy what’s bothering you, boy, I know you do.”

Dax

He did. He really did. But even as the admission lingered on the tip of his tongue, he knew he wasn’t ready. He hadn’t gotten what he needed. He wasn’t broken, and ready to be put back together.

And perhaps that was the crux of it: the thing that kept him hovering on the precipice. Because what if Dax broke and Beau couldn’t put him back together. Or worse, what if he wouldn’t? What if the fears that were taking over his brain weren’t as unfounded as he assumed?

Beau continued to light a fire in his sit spots and Dax gritted his teeth against the pain. Tears sprang to his eyes, and he knew they were more from his current line of thought than from the destruction of his ass from the paddle.

A whimper escaped between his lips and a tear followed, tracking its hot and sticky path down his cheek. He wiped furiously at his face with the back of his hand, hoping Beau wouldn’t notice, but of course he did.

“There we go. Now we’re getting somewhere,” came the mutter from behind him.

Beau dropped the paddle onto the bed beside him and grabbed the cane.

Dax braced himself and then forced his body to unclench, trying to open himself up to the pain and the release that could come with it.

The bite of the cane was sharp against his already aching ass. It somehow broke past the numbness that had set in and lit a new fervent fire across his aching backside. And then Beau started to speak, and Dax knew he would soon be a goner.

“Daddy wants to help you, babyboy,” Beau coaxed as he brought a series of stinging strokes across the center of Dax’s bottom. “I want to help you work through your fears, uncertainties, questions, insecurities or whatever it is, but I can’t unless you talk to me.”

Dax gasped for breath, no longer able to hold back the tears, but also not fully ready to let go. “It’s all of it,” he croaked. “All of the above.”

“All of it?” Beau repeated as he continued to wield the cane. “Fears, insecurities, questions and uncertainties? All of those things?”

“Yes, Sir,” Dax croaked.

“Goodness. That is a lot. This is why you need to let go. Let Daddy help you work through it.”

“I can’t!” Dax gasped. The tears were falling relentlessly now, choking him as he spoke. “Because… because…”

“Because why, babyboy?”

“Because,” Dax gasped. There were so many reasons. The main one being that he needed so much more than just a sore ass to convince him to share his secrets. He needed to feel loved and owned. He needed to feel more than just the beautifully shocking pain of the cane against his skin. He just needed to… feel.

The caning stopped abruptly. Behind him, Beau took a step back, and sucked in a breath. “Because you need Daddy to fuck it out of you, don’t you?”

Dax winced. It sounded so crass and unrealistic when Beau phrased it that way, but Dax knew it was possible, and not only that, but it was exactly what he needed. “Maybe,” he hissed.

“No maybes.” Beau closed the space between them, the front of his thighs brushed up against the back of Dax’s and Dax wondered when he’d undressed. “Ask Daddy to fuck you, boy.”

Dax’s cheeks were spread and the tip of Beau’s lubed-up cockhead teased his tight back entrance. He whimpered. “Please.”

“Please, what?” Beau pushed his cock past his puckered hole, stopping with just his tip buried in Dax’s ass.

Dax’s whole body shook with need and desire. He wanted this but more than that, he knew he needed it. These feelings had to come out into the open, he had to move past his fear and say them out loud.

It seemed silly, but he knew a good hard fucking would break past the threads of reservation that were still holding him hostage and he longed to reach that point. The point of ultimate submission and ownership, with his Daddy’s cock pounding him into the mattress. “Please, fuck me, Daddy, please?”

“And when I do, you’ll tell me what’s bothering you? So I can fix it and make it all better?”

Dax could only shrug.

Beau seemed to accept it though. With one mighty thrust, he buried his cock deep between Dax’s cheeks, filling him. “Challenge accepted.”

With those two words and one thrust, it was like a switch had been flipped. Beau was feral. His hands threaded through Dax’s hair, jerking his neck back. His teeth nipped the side of Dax’s neck, hard enough that there would surely be a mark.

And Dax melted. Marks, aside from the ones on his ass, were visible to the world. They said “this boy is mine and I don’t care who knows it”.