Page 85 of Finding His Silver Fox Daddy

My dick stayed hard inside him for a bit as I laid my head on his chest and we caught our breath. But after a few moments, I felt him start to shift beneath me as if he couldn’t get comfortable.

I chuckled a little. “How’s that cage working for you, baby?”

Henry groaned playfully. “It hurts, Devil Daddy.”

I pushed up so I could see his face. He was scowling at me. “Careful, you don’t want to earn another punishment.” I wiggled my eyebrows at him ridiculously. “Remember, I’m an influencer for a sex toys brand—the possibilities are endless.”

His eyes widened slightly, and I laughed, which made my softening dick finally slide out of him. The sensation made me jump into action.

“Pull your legs back up, baby. Wouldn’t want to lose any of that cum.”

His eyes flashed as he did what he was told, and I reached for the unopened plug. I wasn’t sure what made him buy all these amazing toys and never open them, but I wasn’t going to complain. Shit, the man basically had a sex shop in his basement! We’d be exploring that more in the future.

Because Henry was mine now. And I wasn’t giving him up.

Coating the rather large plug in a generous amount of lube—seriously, this plug was girthy—I pressed it against his hole and pushed. Although he’d been fucked twice now, his hole fought to open against the large part of the plug. With a little more coaxing and some delectable grunts from him, I was able to push the largest part past his opening and slip it in all the way down to the flared base.

“Good, it fits!”

Henry grunted again, mumbling a “Barely” that I was choosing to let go because it was fucking hilarious.

“Now, I think I’m hungry. How about we go down to that kitchen, and you can show me how much you like sitting on those hard wooden chairs with that monster up your ass.” I fought back a snicker as I quickly wiped my dick off with a clean washcloth then tugged my clothes back on. Yeah, I was definitely enjoying this way too much.

Henry was scowling again, but he didn’t complain when I fashioned the leather leash—a simple long length of leather whose intended purpose I’d yet to determine—into a makeshift collar and leash. After confirming it wasn’t too tight by sliding my fingers beneath the leather while grazing the edge of the leafy tattoo that snaked up the right side of his neck, I led him back downstairs.

Once in the kitchen—we sure were getting a workout today with all the sex and flights of stairs—I made us some salads from ingredients I’d found in Henry’s fridge after ordering him to sit naked in a chair at the table. They were hard as hell, and I was sure both the massive plug nudging his sensitive prostate and the cage that was constricting his probably eager cock were driving him wild. I loved it.

When the hell had I become such a sadist?

We had a nice lunch discussing our lives and things we’d done over the past few weeks while Henry squirmed naked in his seat, his voice a little breathy, and I sat comfortably in my jeans, sans underwear, and T-shirt. I adored the power difference inherent in the disparity of the amount of clothing we each wore.

But soon we were done eating, and I was ready to continue. I had some other fun things in mind to use to torture my Daddy.

***

A few hours later, I’d secured Henry in the silicone handcuffs—which I’d attached to his headboard with the leather leash—tied the blindfold around his head, and put the ball gag in his mouth. I’d told him to snap once for yellow and twice for red as I worked the inflatable plug in his hole and played with the amount of air I pushed inside it. When I heard him groaning behind the gag, I deflated it a bit to let him catch his breath then pushed more air into it until he groaned again. This was the most delectable torture, and I found myself wondering what it would be like to be on the other side. Would Henry torture me like this?

I didn’t think he liked the torture aspect when it involved a lot of pain, but I suspected he had a sadistic side. Maybe I could get him to use my massive plug on me—which wouldn’t be a walk in the park but much easier for me to take than the one he was currently enjoying since I was so used to large toys in my ass—and spank me with it in. Maybe he’d even use one of the crops or paddles he had downstairs. I didn’t like a lot of pain, but he probably would be willing to turn my ass a little pink before I took his cock. Especially after today.

Something to look forward to. Hopefully soon.

I’d removed the cage on his cock over an hour ago. Since all his cages were unopened, I figured he’d never worn one, and I didn’t want to truly torture him. He’d groaned as all the blood rushed to his cock at once and it filled in record time, then I’d sucked him off as he started crying. A dick could get so sensitive locked in a cage, so I suspected all the sensations were overwhelming.

But I was punishing him, so I pulled off as soon as I felt his balls tighten and clamped his hands at his sides so he couldn’t touch himself. He struggled against my hold, but I knew he was just fighting his body and not me.

When he’d calmed, he’d opened his eyes, caught my gaze, and thanked me for helping him.

God, Henry was perfect as a submissive.

Since then, I’d been torturing his dick with light touches, my tongue, and even the leather string as a form of sensation play. I was starting to love watching Henry writhe in pleasure-pain, and I realized I could easily watch him like this for the rest of our lives.

As I deflated the plug all the way and slid it out of his ass then removed the blindfold and gag, I considered the thought. Did it scare me that I liked him so much I wanted to stick around? That I wanted to give him my heart and have him treasure it, keep it safe?

Unequivocally, yes.

Was I ready to try?

Probably. But I knew I’d need some help, and that was where my therapist would come in. Maybe she’d teach me how to get past all my hangups so I could remember how to be happy again. Or maybe for the first time.