by J. M. Dabney
Twenty-Nine
Yuri
I growled as I drove my SUV into the left side of the two-car garage. I'd left West at the office to take care of the stuff I needed to, but a few hours had turned into four. My boy's sudden appearance had distracted me so badly that I'd forgotten to get his number. I hit the remote button to close the door and got out of my vehicle. My boy didn’t understand how hard it was to control myself when he'd shown up at the office. I'd kept wondering when he'd come back, not if. He needed me as much as I needed him.
While I wanted to give him all the time he needed, that didn't mean I hadn't kept tabs on him with Arianna or that I hadn't threatened her to get the location of the safehouse. My feelings for him went way past want—it was a craving—an addiction. I hadn't realized how bad it was until I'd left him with Arianna. It was as if I'd left a piece of myself behind. I should've questioned my sanity in wanting to claim my boy. A boy I'd only known a matter of a month.
In that time, we'd been forced into close proximity. Our lives depended on each other. My feelings hadn't changed, but I'd set him free to clear his head to think about his own needs.
I exited the garage into the backyard that needed some major work, but I'd gotten a good deal on the house since it needed to be fixed up. When I'd sent him to the house, I was hoping he'd like it. If it was up to me, he'd spend a lot of time there whether that was in my bed or not. I was willing to go at whatever speed he needed, and if that meant roommates for a while, then that's what we'd do.
Music hit me as I approached the screen door and found the interior one open. I peeked through the mesh to find my boy moving around the kitchen. His back to me as he was cutting up vegetables and moving to the rhythm. Damn, I already liked coming home to him. Luckily, I'd sprayed the hinges, and they didn't make a sound as I eased the door open and then closed it behind me.
I hung my backpack from one of the kitchen chairs and sneaked up behind him. I grabbed him and loudly laughed as he screamed.
"Yuri," he yelled. "You scared the hell out of me. You're late."
"Seems you are too."
"I spent two hours at the grocery store. You weren't joking when you said you didn't have anything. But I unpacked my things first and made room in your dresser for them."
"Good, I would've probably made you move them when I got home anyway."
"I tried out the guest room bed, and I liked yours better."
"Brat."
"Again, all your fau—"
I cupped his cock through the soft cotton of my pajama bottoms he wore. "Did you prep for me, baby boy?"
"Yes, Daddy."
The knife he was using hit the cutting board as I kicked his bare feet apart and reached deeper between his thighs to find the hard base of his plug. My dick went instantly hard remembering the heat and tightness of him strangling the girth of my length. I made a quick check to find that the oven and stove weren't on, then I spun him and picked him up. His long, slim legs locked around my waist.
I slammed my mouth onto his. Josh’s lips immediately parted, and his tongue tentatively teased mine. I easily carried him through the house and upstairs to the bedroom. After I gently laid him on our bed, I straightened and started to remove my clothes. He worked his off at the same time, and I groaned at the sight of his pale, slim form stretching. His thighs parted to expose the base of the plug.
"Stroke yourself," I ordered as I kicked my jeans aside and then opened the nightstand for a condom and lube. I tossed the items on the bed. I promised myself that I'd take my time. Our first time was about comfort and knowing the other was okay, this one I needed him to know that I wanted him for him. Just us with no outside forces threatening to come between us.
I lay beside him, then I lowered my mouth to his, and he panted as he stroked his slim length.
"Did you think of me while you were away?"
He nodded as a shiver worked along his frame.
"Good, because I jerked off thinking about fucking you again. Loving on you."
His cheeks were stained pink, and just as he froze, I grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away from his cock.
"Daddy, please."
"Not until I say so, boy. So beautiful. Mine."
I loved on him with my lips and hands, slipped between his legs as my hands circled his wrists. I secured them in one. I didn't give him my weight. He twisted his body, trying to rub against me. I sharply nipped at his bottom lip.
"Do I need to tie you down, baby boy?"
"N-no."
"No what?"
"No, Daddy, I'll be good."
If it was torturous for him, it was even harder on me. I teased the small circles of his nipples. Bit and sucked until he was gasping and trying to get away. Sweat tickled along the valley of my spine, and my cock kept brushing my hairy thighs. I was so close to getting off it was embarrassing. But finally having him in my bed was more than I'd hoped for.
"Keep your hands on the pillow. If you disobey me, I'll spank you and put you in the corner, am I understood?"
"Yes…Daddy."
I licked along the crease of his thigh where it met his groin. He was waxed smooth. I loved the contrasts between our bodies, heavy to slim, hairy to smooth. I nuzzled his sac and started fucking him gently with the toy. Just enough to tease, I watched the way the rim of his hole flexed around the thickest part easily, and as I let the base go, it sunk back inside.
"I was going to be good, baby boy, but we have time later." I straightened to sit back on my heels, tore open the condom wrapper, and quickly sheathed my length. Just the stroke of my fingers was almost too much. I jerked the plug from him without care, then slicked his hole and my cock.
He pulled his legs back and held them in place with his arms as he pulled his cheeks apart. I slid two fingers inside to spread the lube, making sure he was ready.
"Fuck, Daddy."
I jerked my fingers from him and spanked his bottom until it was red. "Daddy doesn't like such words coming from my baby boy."
I squeezed the abused, subtle curves then lifted him to rest on my thighs. I pressed the head of my cock to his prepped entrance, and I eased forward, giving it to him inch by inch. I went deeper with every nudge of my hips.
"I want it all, please."
"You know what you're asking for?"
"You'd never hurt me."
The confidence in his gaze—the trust was too much. He’d come back to me without doubts in us. I’d succeeded in my goals of him accepting the care he should demand.
I pulled out and flipped him onto his knees, manhandled him until he was right where I wanted him. I shoved inside him with my full strength, and his head flew back as his body arched, pushing his ass higher. I grabbed his hips, and I used him, plowed his hole. Watched the rim drag along my cock. He squeezed on every retreat to try to keep me inside.
I clenched my teeth and wished for strength as I stroked my hands from his hips, over the new softness of his belly that was no longer concaved, and his nipples, scraping my nails over them. Blanketing his body with mine, I arched my hips, taking him in deep strokes until he was bracing his hands on the headboard. I pressed my mouth to his ear.
"You want it harder, don't you, baby boy?"
"Yes, hurt me, please."
"You want Daddy to own you?"
"Yes," he screamed, as I doubled my pace until the sounds of grunts and sweaty skin meeting filled the room. I bit at his neck and shoulder, sucked a mark on his shoulder blade, then went back to his ear. Licking along the curve.
I was losing control. I marked him with my ownership. His ass was tight and getting tighter as he got closer to the edge. My muscles screamed, and blood roared in my ears, so I quickly grabbed his cock, slicked it with his precum and jacked him in a brutal rhythm that matched my thrust.
A low, agonized groan filled my head as his release covered my hand and his grip on my cock intensified, and I stroked him until I shouted. I spilled into the barrier between us and ground against h
is ass, prolonging our pleasure until we fell to our sides. His gasp met my groan as I slipped free, and I pulled him tighter to my chest. He turned his head, and his eyes were closed as he searched for my mouth.
We lazily kissed until our bodies calmed and I pulled the covers over us as the room turned chilly. We were going to have to get up—my boy needed to be tended to and then fed. He wiggled his ass against my half-hard dick, and I shoved my hand between his thighs to circle his swollen hole.
"Did Daddy make you feel good?"
"Yes. I've only ever gotten off with you or the rare occasion I jerked off. Which I've done a lot since the last time I saw you." His voice was soft and sleepy.
"Your pleasure should always come first unless you've been bad, then Daddy will leave you unsatisfied until you learn your lesson."
"Are you really going to keep me?"
"Yes, for however long you want to stay. This is just the beginning. We have a lot to work through, but until we're sure this is forever, I'm going to own you in whatever way you allow."
"I can live with that."
I smiled as Josh completely relaxed and cuddled my arm to his chest that I had under his head. I kept playing with his hole until I forced us both to get up. He was there, and I was keeping him. We had plenty of time to spend in bed or on whatever surface I wanted to take him on.
Epilogue
Josh
Music vibrated the floor beneath my feet as I walked into Vices after coming back from running errands. I didn't know how Yuri worked in the chaos of strippers and dance music, but somehow this was his place to think. I leaned onto the bar and smiled at the regular afternoon bartender. She came over and mirrored my pose. I liked the woman who was only a few years older than me. She was working her way through college by slinging booze five afternoons a week and being the main act on Saturdays.
"Hey, Kiki, is Daddy around?"
I giggled at her epic eye roll as she nodded toward the end of the bar. I'd discovered quite a few friends over the last six months of working for my Daddy taking care of the office. I still wasn’t a fan of West, but I dealt with him for the short time he spent in the office. Mainly he just picked up a job and was gone again.
"New girl has him cornered at the end of the bar. I swear that bitch is like a shark with blood in the water. She's just not getting that the man she's hoping to trap already belongs to someone else."
"Aw hell naw." I put on a thick southern accent and pushed away from the neon trimmed bar.
"Go get her, tiger."
I barely heard her above the music. A tall, slender woman in barely-there shorts and a top that was pretty much pasties with strings attached was standing there. Although, I'd kill for the heels she wore. Daddy did enjoy the occasional lap dance from his baby boy.
Jealousy was rare for me; I was confident that he only wanted me in his bed, and he'd quickly slid a ring on my finger that showed he owned me. And I hadn't protested. Actually, Daddy hadn't put it on fast enough. We hadn’t done the whole official vows thing. We revisited the issue every few months. Yet, we didn’t see it as a requirement. We’d spoken our own—both signed a contract that outlined our rules of conduct and expectations. Traditional marriage wasn’t on it.
I'd learned that for me jealousy was a trust issue and I had all the faith in him. Not only was one of my rules to always be honest with him, but we'd promised that we'd never keep secrets.
While it bothered me someone else thought they could rub on my man, I also knew that he was all mine. Also, I had to understand he liked to work at the bar of a strip club. It was a given he'd be offered a dance or two, maybe more. I came up behind him, wrapped my arms around his waist, and laid my cheek on his cotton-covered back. I grinned at the woman's huff as Daddy patted my thigh and I cuddled closer.
"Hey, baby boy, did you get your errands done?"
"Yes, Daddy."
He took my hand and tugged me to his side, pushing the woman out of the way. I could practically hear the death tap of her heels as she stormed off. Kiki placed an espresso cup on a saucer on the bar next to his pint. I’d talked Ramone into buying an espresso machine for me. Promised I’d buy them as long as I didn’t have to make them.
At this distance from the stage, the music wasn't as loud, and I looked at the files spread out in front of him.
"Being productive?"
"Not now that you're here."
"Wasn't enjoying the attention?"
A shiver worked through my body when he pinched my chin and his gaze locked with mine.
"There is only one sexy person I want dancing for me, and she wasn't it."
I knew my grin was just past goofy at knowing I was his sole focus. And his attentions had become even more intense over the months. He never failed to make sure I knew he was mine as much as I belonged to him.
"Better not be. I worked my skinny ass off to trap you."
"This ass ain't skinny."
I snorted out a laugh as he grabbed a handful of my plumper ass. I think every gram of fat ended up on my backside. My Daddy wasn't complaining, especially when it came to my spankings that had nothing to do with punishment.
"You saying I'm fat?"
He spanked my ass and knew I earned more than that when he got me home. I had a tendency to take my bratty attitude to the next level just to see how far I could push him.
"Baby boy, skinny, fat, or whatever, you're mine. You ready to go home?"
"No public spanking then?"
"No, you asked for a spanking that means corner time."
I groaned at my plan being messed up. But I wouldn't have my Daddy any other way. He knew what I needed and when. I'd spent my entire life existing as a thing to be used. An object to be shown off like a prized possession. Love was always an empty word, a prettily wrapped currency you sell your soul for. I'd learned the hard way that being cared for and cherished was worth more than someone whispering those three coveted words.
"Hey, baby boy, tell Daddy what's wrong?"
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For caring."
"I'll always care, baby. And when the other word means more, I'll tell you that one too."
"I'd prefer if you showed me."
"Then let me get you home. Daddy's ready for some alone time with his boy."
Coming Soon
As the Blood Reigns
A Yuri Sorenson Mystery #2
Nothing ever unsettled P.I. Yuri Sorenson. As a former federal agent, he'd thought he'd seen it all. That was until a new client sashayed into his office and asked him to find her missing husband. Missing person cases weren't usually his thing, but when he learned it was her fourth husband to disappear, his curiosity took over.
He didn't know if he was searching for a body or just a wealthy man trying to escape a marriage he didn't want. When his search took him from underground BDSM clubs to the echelon of the city's high society, he didn't know who to trust or believe.
Finding out the truth wouldn't be as easy as he'd first thought and wondered if the consequences were worth the risk to his most prized possession—his husband?
About the Author
J.M. Dabney is a multi-genre author who writes Body Positive/Diverse Romance and Fiction. They live with a constant diverse cast of characters in their head. No matter their size, shape, race, etc. J.M. lives for one purpose alone, and that’s to make sure they do them justice and give them the happily ever after they deserve. J.M. is dysfunction at its finest and they makes sure their characters are a beautiful kaleidoscope of crazy. There is nothing more they want from telling their stories than to show that no matter the package the characters come in or the damage their pasts have done, that love is love. That normal is never normal and sometimes the so-called broken can still be amazing.
The author is Gender Nonconforming are uses the preferred pronouns They/Them.
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