Malcolm rolled to his side then sat up, rubbing his wrists. “Gladly.” He crawled the few feet he needed to reach Seth. “But first this.”
He wouldn’t move Seth, in case it turned out to be dangerous for him, but he had to check his pulse. Had to know. Malcolm pressed two fingers to Seth’s throat and let out an audible groan, his relief dizzying.
Malcolm brushed damp strands of Seth’s hair off his forehead then glanced up at the cop.
“All right. Let’s talk.”
Chapter Fourteen
Seth rubbed his forehead as he lay in his and Daddy’s bed, the after-effects of the powerful drug Daryl had injected him with still hanging on. His headache hadn’t gone away completely, but the pain had been relegated to the background. He’d been so relieved when the hospital had only kept him over one night for observation. Daddy had brought him home an hour ago, and they were going to cuddle together in bed all day. A part of him never wanted to leave the sanctuary of their room again. He had the feeling Daddy felt the same way.
That was much too close.
He tugged the down comforter up to his chin. It wasn’t cold in the house, but the hospital had been freezing. At least, it’d seemed that way. He’d been shivering almost non-stop since he’d regained consciousness the day before.
Daddy strolled into the room carrying a small platter and Seth’s heart jumped at the sight of the man he loved so much it hurt.
“Hey, baby.” He set down the plate on the nightstand. “Is that pain pill helping at all?” Daddy placed the back of his hand against Seth’s forehead. “You don’t feel feverish.”
“I’m doing better, Daddy. Thank you.”
Seth didn’t want to correct Daddy, especially since he knew all he cared about was his wellbeing, but a fever had never been a concern. Still, it seemed as if he was checking for anything and everything. Seth felt more seen than ever.
He rescued me.
While knowing that Daddy had fought Daryl for him was comforting in one way, it was terrifying in another. He’d never forgive himself if anything bad happened to Daddy because of him.
Instead of crawling in bed with him, Daddy turned as if he was leaving again. Seth shot out his hand and grabbed Daddy’s wrist.
“Where are you going?”
Daddy regarded him with a smile. “I need to grab us some drinks so we can settle in for the long haul.”
“Oh.”
Daddy arched his eyebrows when Seth didn’t let go, but he didn’t try to pull away either. Daddy had never pulled away from him.
“I’ll be right back, baby. I promise.”
Seth wiggled under the covers. “I know I’m being irrational.”
Daddy lowered himself onto the bed then cradled Seth’s hand in his. “Not even a bit. Can I confess something to you?”
Seth drew his eyebrows together. “Confess?”
“I do plan on grabbing some drinks, but I also want to double-check that all the doors and windows are locked up tight—even though I know for sure I already locked them.”
“Are you worried they’ll send someone else?” Seth hadn’t told Daddy he’d been worried about that very thing.
“Honestly? No. But that doesn’t mean checking doors I’m already sure are locked is being irrational. It’s a natural response after what we both went through.” Daddy brought Seth’s hand to his lips then pressed a kiss to his palm. “What I believe will happen next is that everything will start to unravel in an epic way for your father and the church. Between the warning from your Fifty Shades, R-rated films buddy, and both Andy and Jenny ready to testify against the church to get lighter sentences for themselves, trying to come after you again would be pointless.”
Seth laced and unlaced his fingers with Daddy as he considered what he’d said. “Yeah. That makes sense.” He furrowed his brow. “But how did they all know where I was?”
Daddy sighed. “Private detective. He tracked you through the bus station and your work. He quizzed your cousin on how much money you had, then went to all the possible destinations you could’ve afforded. Then he rightly guessed you’d either be renting a room or weekly motel.”
With a shake of his head, he continued, “Once he’d narrowed his search to the area around the motel where you’d stayed, he then surmised you’d have to take public transportation to get to any job you might have. From there, it was a matter of checking businesses that weren’t corporate owned, those who wouldn’t have a problem hiring someone without a Social Security card.” Daddy kissed his hand again, his eyes shining. “I’m sorry I didn’t protect you.”
Seth frowned. “What? Don’t apologize, Daddy. How could you know they’d do something like that? I never would’ve guessed they would. Especially before the arrests happened.”
Daddy’s shoulders had slumped, and Seth didn’t understand why. He scooted to an upright position then gave Daddy a hug. They held each other in silence for a moment before Seth released him. He took Daddy’s hand again.
“Please don’t feel bad, Daddy. You’ve always told me not to say I’m sorry over things I have no control over. Them hiring a private detective wasn’t anything you could predict.”
Daddy ran a hand across the top of his head. “I should’ve been more pro-active. Do you remember our first night at the coffee shop? When I asked if you’d ever been to Eugene before, or expressed any interest in coming here?”
Seth tried to recall Daddy asking him something like that. He’d been so overwhelmed by everything that night, so nervous, frightened and alone. He marveled at the marked difference between who he’d been then and who he was now.
“I sort of do. What sticks in my head is you asking me if I’d ever thought about going to college in Eugene and me thinking how impossible that would’ve been.”
“Well, I fucked up, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have assumed they wouldn’t go to extraordinary lengths to find you.” Daddy tucked a bit of Seth’s hair behind his ear. “You’ll have to let me wallow in guilt for a while. I’ll get over it eventually.” He gave Seth a crooked smile. “But in the future? No stone goes unturned. Got it?”
Seth smiled back. “Got it.”
Daddy leaned in to give him a quick kiss. “I’ll just be a sec.”
Seth fluffed the pillows behind him then rested his head against the pile. Daddy was right. They were both experiencing the results of a traumatic event and they could expect some fallout from what had happened.
Seth plucked at the material of the comforter, his thoughts drifting to the impending visit from the Idaho detectives. One good thing that had come out of the attack was the charges being dropped against him. Both Andy and Jenny had told the police that it was a lie.
But now the detectives were coming to interview him. Daddy would be there and so would Nate. While the thought of having to revisit the horrors of his old life was still upsetting, he’d made peace with the inevitability of it happening. If he wanted justice, wanted the church to be stopped, then he was willing to do whatever it took. There’d be the initial deposition, then he’d be called to testify in Idaho. However, there would be time before that would come about. The detectives had explained it could be anywhere from six months to a year—depending on different factors.
Seth just wanted it done and over with.
“Here we go.” Daddy strolled in with the drinks and appearing much more relaxed. “I brought you some seltzer and cranberry.” He winked. “No vodka.”
Seth chuckled. “That’s okay. I don’t think I could handle it anyway.”
He glanced sideways at Daddy as he put down the drinks next to the plate of crackers, sliced meats and cheese. Daddy straightened then lifted the hem of his tee, yanking it over his head, his muscles rippling as he did. He tossed the garment in the vague direction of the hamper then tugged at the drawstring of his sleep pants.
Seth swallowed hard. Food and drink weren’t what he really wanted.
Daddy faced him, his cock at half-mast. Seth licked his lips
and Daddy arched his eyebrows.
“You still need your rest, baby. And you need something to eat.”
Seth peered up at Daddy. “Well…yeah. But I’d do both those things after. It’s just…” He shrugged one shoulder, averting his gaze. “Having you inside me is a comfort. Makes me feel more secure.” Seth’s face heated.
Daddy tilted his head and narrowed his eyes as he regarded Seth. “Is it the act of making love, or that you want to be filled?”
Seth twisted his fingers, wishing he hadn’t brought up the subject. He wasn’t sure if he could explain what he meant all that well. And no matter how many times Daddy said his desires weren’t anything to be ashamed of, he knew it would take a while before he completely accepted that concept.
“Making love with you is incredible, Daddy. And I love the butt plug. Um…” Seth cringed. “But it’s more than wanting to be filled. It’s you. Your cock inside me, us joined together.” He shook his head with a self-conscious laugh. “It’s ridiculous, I know. I mean, it’s not as if we can make love for hours at a time.”
“Well…” Daddy rubbed his chin. “Hold on.”
Seth tracked Daddy as he made his way to the bathroom. The sounds of the cabinet door opening, and items being shuffled around could be heard. Then the water ran for a minute or two before Daddy reappeared. He held up a round, black ring that was a tad smaller than the root of Daddy’s shaft when it was erect.
“What’s that?”
“I thought I showed some to you on our toy site. It’s a cock ring. A rather basic one, but it gets the job done.”
Seth’s eyes widened. “Did you want me to wear it?” He couldn’t tell what Daddy wa getting at.
“Nope. I’m going to wear it.” He climbed into bed with a grin. “Then your ass is gonna keep my cock warm.”
Seth cleared his throat as his own cock woke up and joined the party. “So, the ring is so you can make love to me longer?”
“Typically, yeah.” Daddy leaned in and dragged his tongue up the side of Seth’s neck. “But today, I want you to sit on me while we relax. We can have something to eat, maybe watch a movie. I’ll stay hard inside you, keep you filled. Keep us joined.” Daddy tweaked Seth’s nipple. “We’ll see how long we can make it last.” He chuckled. ”Might have to move around now and then, but I’m guessing you won’t mind too much. I know I won’t.”
“Daddy…” Never had Seth imagined his fantasy could become real. “That sounds amazing.”
Before he’d had the chance to take another breath, Daddy claimed his mouth in a heated kiss. Daddy nibbled on his lips then dove in again, swiping his tongue through Seth’s mouth several times before leaving one last peck on his lips.
“Shit.” Daddy slid his hand down to his own erection. “I need to dial this back a notch so I can get this thing on. I’ll go check grab some bottles of water from the bar fridge.” He grinned at Seth. “I don’t think I can soften up any while I’m in the same room with you.”
“Okay.”
Seth could barely speak. All he could do was think about sitting on Daddy’s cock for who knew how long, of being stretched open and stuffed full. Daddy caressing him, maybe even playing with Seth’s dick while his ass was wrapped snugly around Daddy’s steeled length.
He swiped the back of his hand across his upper lip. The room had gotten bizarrely hot all of a sudden.
Daddy returned and Seth’s eyes bugged wide. The way Daddy’s prick was held by the ring, jutting proudly from his body, the tip flushed red—made Seth ache from how hot his Daddy was. He could honestly say he was the luckiest boy alive. No other man could ever compare to Daddy.
“Let’s get you ready, baby.”
Seth hadn’t even noticed the water bottles Daddy carried. His eyes had been fastened on one thing only. He watched every move Daddy made, impatient and wanting—no needing—his Daddy inside him right away. First the bottles were set next to everything else on the now very crowded nightstand, then Daddy slid open the drawer to nab their lube. Maybe he could get in the position Daddy wanted, speed things up.
“Where do you want me, Daddy?”
Daddy glanced up as he pulled back the covers. “Right where you are is fine.” He climbed in then propped himself up against the pillows. He handed Seth the lube. “I’m putting you in charge of this today.”
Seth accepted the tube with a bit of hesitation. The concept of lubing Daddy’s dick wasn’t lost on him. He’d played with Daddy’s cock plenty of times, using the slick to jack him off, or when they gripped their erections and held them together the way they had their first time. But what about him? Daddy always got his hole ready.
Daddy trailed his fingers across Seth’s thigh. “What’s the matter?”
“I want to make sure I do this right.”
“No right, no wrong, baby. Only fun and exploration.” Daddy tucked a finger under his chin and locked gazes. “Anytime you want to stop, we can.”
Seth shook his head. “I don’t want to stop. I want to make you feel good, make you happy.”
“Then you have nothing to worry about. How about you start with me? Get my cock nice and slick for your ass.”
When Daddy talked that way, it didn’t embarrass him anymore. He’d discovered it aroused him instead. He was perhaps a bit embarrassed by his wanton behavior the night they’d gone to the club, but not enough to never do it again. Whenever he’d remember begging Daddy to fuck him, he’d be thankful the cage was on so he wouldn’t come from the thought alone.
Seth opened the lube then squirted a substantial amount in his hand. He rubbed his palms together to warm it up a bit, then grasped Daddy’s shaft with both hands, stroking him from base to tip and losing himself in the decadence of the slippery touch. Daddy tipped back his head, his eyes closing as he made soft sounds of pleasure.
“Mmm. So nice, baby boy.” He raised his head with a smile. “Now it’s your turn.”
Seth handed him the lube, figuring he’d misunderstood Daddy when he’d said Seth would be in charge. But Daddy didn’t take the slick from him.
“How much do you want to please your Daddy?”
Seth swallowed hard. “More than anything.”
He regarded Seth with a darkened gaze. “Then make Daddy happy and show me how well you can get your hole ready for Daddy’s cock.”
Seth’s jaw went slack. “Get… Me? How would I…?”
He feared his brain had shorted out. Never, not even once, had he touched himself there sexually. That was Daddy’s job.
Daddy smirked. “If you weren’t so hard and leaking, I’d think you weren’t interested in cramming your fingers up your own ass for Daddy’s pleasure.” His gaze darted to Seth’s throbbing erection then back up to his eyes. “Why don’t you lean back, lift your knees, then stretch your hole open for Daddy? Show me how many fingers you can take.”
Seth whimpered but did as he was told. His hands shook as he squirted out more lube, spreading as much as he could on his first two fingers without it dripping all over the sheets. He set down the tube then wrapped that arm around his thigh, bending his knee then lifting up his sac so he could see better. Daddy had shaved him after his bath when they’d returned from the hospital, so he was nice and smooth all over.
The first touch of his fingers to his puckered skin made Seth gasp. The lewdness of the act had turned him on so much, he worried he might come just from fingering himself.
“That’s it, baby boy.” Daddy held his own dick right below the crown, lazily pumping himself with his gaze fastened on Seth’s wrinkled entrance. “Tease that tight rim, show Daddy how you like it.”
Seth had no idea how he liked it, but he was anxious to learn.
He flicked his fingers across the sensitive skin, bringing the nerves alive the way Daddy would when he’d lick him there, when he’d fuck his ass with his tongue. Seth moaned at the memory, and his middle finger popped into his ass. He gasped in surprise, but kept going, sliding his finger in and out of his hole slow a
nd easy.
“Fuck…” Daddy whispered, his voice cracking. “Don’t stop, baby. Your greedy hole needs more, and I know it can take it. Make Daddy proud.”
“Yes, Daddy…”
Seth teased himself—or maybe he was teasing Daddy. Everything was dissolving into a haze of lust and need. He pretended as if he was going to add the pointer finger, but wouldn’t squeeze it alongside the middle one at the last minute. He paused to add some more slick and switch to bending the other leg.
“Daddy needs to stuff that tight ass, baby. Keep you full for hours. You want Daddy to do that to his baby boy?”
“Yes. Fuck yes, Daddy.” Seth could barely catch his breath. “Please…”
Seth speared his hole with both fingers, his body clenching around the digits the way he wanted to grasp Daddy’s thick shaft. His hips moved of their own accord as he sought relief, his body nothing more than a tightly coiled spring ready to pop. His fingers skated over the gland inside him that Daddy knew how to work so well—the spot that made him fly.
“Add another finger, baby. Spread that hole wide open and fuck your ass until you come. Daddy wants to see his beautiful boy come all over himself.”
Seth let out a keening cry, barely able to get the third finger past his rim before he shot ropes of cum over his belly and chest. He jerked and twitched through the final throes of his orgasm then collapsed against the pillows.
As he came down from the high of his climax, his breathing gradually slowing, he became aware of Daddy lapping up his cum. Seth rested his hands on Daddy’s shoulders, allowing him to do whatever he wished. His body belonged to Daddy—but so did his heart.
Daddy raised his head and gazed at Seth with affection. “That was so fucking hot, baby. You’re stunning. My treasure.”
Seth cupped Daddy’s face with his clean hand. “You’re my treasure too.” He scraped his teeth along his bottom lip. “Can I still have your cock inside me, Daddy?”
“My baby can have whatever he wants.”
Daddy pushed a cum flavored kiss into his mouth, tasting him over and over. He ended the kiss with one last press of his lips to Seth’s, then pushed off the bed.
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