Page 84 of Finding His Silver Fox Daddy

Fuck, this was an amazing feeling, even as frustrated as I was.

“Legs up,” Tristan commanded, and he slowly removed the cock when I did as he’d said. I shivered as it slid against my ring of muscle inch by inch.

After he’d laid it on the bed next to us—we would definitely need to wash this comforter again—and I’d stretched back out, he crawled over me, his still-clothed knee inadvertently grazing my caged cock. Feeling him through the silicone was a new experience, and I shivered involuntarily as he placed his hands on my chest, much too close to the clamps. “I think these need to come off now. Ready, baby?”

I took a deep breath, wanting to tell him no but nodding anyway. This was going to hurt like a motherfucker, wasn’t it?

I was right. The left clamp came off, and at first, I didn’t notice anything. But blood flowed into the newly freed nipple in the next second, and I literally howled. The second soon followed, and I yelled out “Goddammit!” as Tris collected both clamps and placed them by the other toys.

Then the little bastard had the audacity to lick and suck both nipples in quick succession, amping up the sensation. I screamed at that, my hands reaching for Tristan to both pull him closer and get him off me.

He assumed it was the latter. He clicked his tongue at me as he sat up on my stomach, pulling my hands off of him and placing them on the bed on either side of my hips. “Nope. You don’t touch unless you have permission. That will earn you a longer punishment.”

My eyes shot wide. “Longer?”

Tristan just smiled in that evil way he did when he was being an absolute devil and nodded. “Yes. I was considering letting you come before we go to sleep tonight. Unless you earn that right back, I think I’ll make you wait until tomorrow.”

I groaned aloud that time; I simply couldn’t help myself.

He just quirked an eyebrow and asked, “Want to make it another day?”

I shook my head, clamping my lips together tightly.

Snickering, he reached for the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head before shucking off his jeans. “Thought so. Ready for round two?”

Chapter thirty

Tristan

Almost as soon as I’d arrived here today, I’d wanted Henry to fuck me with that massive cock I currently had locked up in a cage—which was fucking hot, by the way—but I was thoroughly enjoying this punishment idea he’d had. I hadn’t lied; in my dirtiest fantasies, I’d dreamed of dominating a bigger, stronger, older man and having him succumb to my will. I’d always wanted a Daddy, and I felt like a submissive a lot of the time—albeit a bratty one—so I’d thought the fantasy would never come to life. But with Henry, I was beginning to realize I could have it all in one person: my incredibly sexy, sometimes dominant, sometimes submissive Daddy.

I had to have done something amazing in a former life to be given everything I’d ever wanted in this beautiful man right in front of me.

First things first. “I got checked out about a month ago, and you’re the only one I’ve been with since then. Everything was good to go. Would you be comfortable if I fucked you raw? I’d love to come inside you.”

I watched him shiver, and I was starting to realize that was what he did when he was turned on. I loved that more than I could say. “I was tested on my regular schedule a week ago, and we’re good. With work and Kink Night demonstrations and everything, I always make sure I’m up to date. And I haven’t been with anyone other than you for . . . oh, at least six months.” His eyes flashed. “Please come inside me, Angel Daddy.”

Warmth shot through my chest as I realized I’d get to fulfill a fantasy I never even knew I’d had: depositing my cum inside my Daddy and plugging him to keep it in.

Holy shit.

“Then hold your legs up again. I’m going to fuck you now.”

Ever obedient, Henry folded in half and hooked his hands behind his knees, putting his sexy open hole on display. I quickly reached for the lube again—I was glad Henry’d had a full bottle in his cabinet downstairs—coated my dick, then moved into place, lining my cock up with his hole. Because he’d been primed, I slipped in easily, moaning as his walls closed around me.

“Fuck, Daddy, you feel so good.” I didn’t want to mess up the scene, but Henry was my Daddy, and I wasn’t about to give that up. He was still my Daddy even if I was taking on that role for a bit.

He moaned in response, hands gripping his knees until his knuckles were white. “You do, Angel Baby. Fuck, you feel amazing.”

I imagined after the unforgiving hardness of the glass dildo—oh shit, idea: We should run it under cold water sometime then play with it inside his ass—a warm, velvety dick was heaven in his well-used hole. “Hold on, Daddy.”

I fucked him with a vengeance, holding his gaze as I railed him into the mattress. His eyes narrowed, tensing at what I suspected was both pleasure and pain, but they never left mine. He did keep his hands locked under his knees like a good boy, though.

But I needed him closer. “Touch me, Daddy. Play with me.” I removed his hands from his legs, letting him stretch out on the bed while my cock stayed in his sexy hole. I moved one of his hands to my nipple and the other to the opposite side of my body, urging him to caress my side. After the paces I’d put him through already—and the ones yet to come—I needed to make love to him. Even if every slap of our bodies had me grunting and him calling out.

Rough sex could still be sweet.

I felt my orgasm building much more quickly than I had expected, though in a way, I’d been edging myself for the last hour, too. Henry must’ve been able to sense it, because he moved both hands to my nipples—his large palms covered my pecs, and god, that was hot—and pinched them hard, triggering my orgasm. Crying out, I unloaded into him, watching his body move with mine as if he was coming with me, though I knew that was impossible.