A Puppy for His Little
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Today was not that day, and it would be okay. Unlike Daniel, I was patient. I’d wait for him to decide to be part of us more than just when our schedules lined up. He was worth the wait, both as a man and a pup.
“What do you think, Luke?” Ryder stood there as Daniel got started without us, already prepping himself in the most sensual way he knew how.
“Daniel?” I asked, as he looked back and forth between us, or rather between our cocks.
“I want Ryder to fuck me while you fuck him.”
“He’s going to kill us.” Ryder teased as he held out his hand for one of the “I think he like pretending to be Daddy a little bit too much.” He wasn’t wrong. And pretending was all it was. The two of us had already discussed ideas for the evening—he had just jumped ahead, trying to make them happen. My one big failing as a daddy was teaching my boy patience.
Daniel rolled over on his hands and knees, and I pulled him back to the right spot as Ryder put on his condom and lubed it generously. “Look at him all ready for you.”
They both groaned.
“It is heaven in there. I need to warn you. You are never going to want to leave.”
Two more groans.
I couldn’t ask for more responsive men.
“If I let you in, if I share him with you, will you promise not to move until I tell you?”
“Yes?” he squeaked.
“I’m going to pretend you can handle my request.” I took his cock in my hand and gave it a stroke as I gently guided him to Daniel’s waiting entrance, and fed him in slowly, the way I knew drove Daniel insane with need.
“Now, lean over so I can take care of you.” He did and, to my surprise, he was wearing a butt plug with the tiniest tail on it. “You dirty boy.” I gave his ass a quick smack, and Daniel responded with a whimper. Oops. I had forgotten for a second they were connected.
“Daniel, our pup here had a tail on the entire night.”
“Good.”
“How is that good?” It was. I just wanted to know his reasoning.
“Because it means we can get to the fucking faster.”
Ryder barked out a laugh and somehow managed not to move.
“You are amazing.” I ran my finger down his back and to the tail, tapping it gently.
“I was thinking more, it was good because it means he trusted us to see it and didn’t take it out before this. Was it meant as a surprise, Ryder?”
He tried to look at me over his shoulder and gave up. It was official. We needed mirrors. Lots and lots of mirrors.
“I wanted to be your pup at the club even if no one else saw,” he confessed.
“He is perfect, Daddy,” Daniel called over his shoulder. “Can we—”
“Get to the fucking? Yes, we can.” I carefully slipped out the butt plug and got everything lubed, entering him with once smooth slow motion once he was good and ready.
I was wrong. I wasn’t the patient one. Not tonight. None of us were.
Ryder and Daniel both cried out for me to move, and I did, slowly at first, increasing in velocity with each trip until we were moving together so in sync that we’d have won a gold medal in synchronized sex if that were a thing.
It needed to be a thing.
As I felt Ryder quiver and heard Daniel’s breath giving his telltale sound that his release was coming, I reached around my two men and allowed my fingers to dance along his cock before wrapping my hand around it for one, two, three tugs, the third one ending as his release came. Ryder’s barreled through him, my hand no longer able to reach, given all their motions. One more trip and I joined them, riding my orgasm out until we all fell to the bed in a clump of sweaty limbs.
“I’ll get us cleaned up.” I climbed out of bed against my desire to just cuddle up with my men—yeah they were both mine. We were just waiting for Ryder to come around.
I got some washcloths and cleaned us up, changing the blanket which was now a sticky mess, and disposing of the condoms. Ryder got up and out of bed only a few minutes later. “I’d better go.”
“Why?” Daniel—no, Danny—whined. He needed me to take over.
“Sit.” I pointed to the bed, and Ryder obeyed. “Answer me one question. Do you want to go home?”
He sat there a full thirty seconds before shaking his head no.
“Did you want to the last time you went home or the time before?”
Another long pause before he shook his head again.
I was an idiot. He was waiting for us to ask, as I was waiting for him to suggest he stay. It made sense with him. He was the pup, not the master.
“I apologize.” I skootched over and wrapped my arms around him. Daniel did the same on the other side. “We want you to stay.”
“I didn’t want to scare you away.” Daniel leaned his head on Ryder’s shoulder. “Please stay.”
Ryder turned to me questioningly.
“Stay.” I spoke firmly. He needed that. I needed to give him that.
“Yes—” He bit his bottom lip.
“Daddy?” Daniel offered.
“Yes, Daddy.”
No sweeter words were ever spoken.
“Now let’s get some sleep.” I kissed his cheek and skootched back to my side of the bed, patting the spot in the middle for him.
As we all nestled in, Ryder between me and the man who had stolen my heart all those years ago, my heart was so full I almost didn’t believe it possible.
“I love you.” Daniel said, his back to both of us, our arms wrapped around him, our littlest spoon.
“And we love you,” I answered for us both.
“We do.” Ryder agreed.
I was wrong. There were two words sweeter.
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About the Author
Della Cain has always been drawn to caregiver BDSM. There was just something about having someone care for you in that way that connected with her. From littles and their daddies to pups and their masters and everything in between, she loves exploring their connections.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
About the Author