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Chapter 7
He stopped and looked at me in the eyes to see if I understood what he said before continuing, "I'd like to meet you next Friday evening to take the next step." Weighing his words carefully, he went on, "Obviously today wasn't a conventional therapy session; future ones will be unconventional as well. I'd like to start our meeting here in my loft where we can continue our discussions and go from there. There's no need to answer now. I'd like you to consider my proposal and let me know by Wednesday evening."
I wanted to prove myself to him. I wanted his respect so badly I could taste it. I had to summon every ounce of self-restraint not to enthusiastically respond `Hell yes daddy, bring it on', but I felt it would be more appropriate to simply agree to Richard's proposal, as offered. "Of course, sir," I responded respectfully, "I'll let you know by Wednesday night".
"One more thing", he commanded. "I don't want you to cum, or even touch yourself before you see me again. That's critically important to my therapy; I'll explain it to you when you're ready to understand."
I was already so hard I could barely stand up, so how would it be nearly impossible not to cum before I saw this magnificent man again. "Yes, sir", I replied reluctantly. As I dressed and stood, my erection was ridiculously conspicuous. And as I turned to leave, he pulled me into him to kiss me goodnight and squeezed my hard cock through my pants as he did. "Good luck boy. This is mine. Don't go near it until you come back."
"Yes sir", I repeated.
As I left Richard that evening, I already was counting the hours until I'd be back in his office.
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After Jarod left, Richard poured himself a scotch and pondered what had just happened. He had already reconciled the impropriety of the relationship. Given the flirting and innuendo that preceded the therapy session, both knew why they were there; he had no guilt there. And although Jarod was much younger and technically the patient, the bulge in his pants when he arrived removed all doubt from Richard's mind that this was anything but a mutually agreed upon hookup. Finally, no money was exchanged, so Richard was at peace with the "therapy session" simply being a ruse for what he hoped was the beginning of a relationship. But Richard was equally as motivated by his desire to help Jarod through his relationship with his late father. And if that included becoming his sexual daddy, sobeit.
Professionally, Jarod appeared to have a real need for validation. His physical attractiveness and sense of self-worth seemed to be tangled up with his toxic relationship with his father. The more his father ridiculed him for being gay, the more Jarod was motivated to develop his body. And the more muscular and athletically successful he became, the more his father accused him a being a fag. It was a downward spiral Jarod couldn't control. But the passion Jarod exhibited earlier confirmed Richard's professional opinion and personal desire to guide Jarod through his personal difficulties. Not only had Jarod willingly accepted Richard's sexual advances, he willingly surrendered to them. Jarod had discovered a need to be dominated, both emotionally and sexually. Fortunately, Richard was able to separate the therapeutic benefits he was providing the young man from his own sexual desires.
And the episode with Jarod reminded Richard of the pleasure as well of being a dom. Every groan Jarod emitted resulted in an equally erotic pleasure for Richard. Richard derived as much gratification from wrapping his lips around Jarod's cock as Jarod did receiving it. When Richard made a direct hit on Jarod's P-spot, Richard's own cock harder. And the force of Jarod's cum blasting into his mouth was like Richard's own personal orgasm. Oh yes, they were both benefitting from this.
He knew Jarod would be back next week. Richard's only question was how long he would wait before letting him know.
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I ubered home that Friday evening in a disoriented state of bliss. Had what happened to me really happened? It was like all my sexual fantasies had come to life. Richard had been authoritative, yet gentle. Forceful, yet respectful. Sexually deviant, yet non-threatening. He unambiguously took what he wanted yet left me feeling worshiped. Would I go back? Wild horses couldn't stop me. The only question was how quickly do I respond to him? Part of me wanted to call him that night and let him know how much today had meant to me. But the other part didn't want to appear needy. But he knew I needed help...that was part of my appeal. Damn, this was tricky.
I decided to respond on Tuesday night. That would suggest I gave his invitation serious thought; however responding one day early would indicate I was more eager than not to commit (was I overthinking this?). I waited until I returned home from work Tuesday evening to call him and dialed his number with a level of confidence that surprised me. He answered almost immediately with a knowing and slightly smug, "Jarod, so good to hear from you." The warm and affirming greeting gave me even more courage, so I dived right it, "Thanks Richard, good to hear your voice too. We haven't talked since last week so first I'd like to thank you for our session. You're really helping me clear my head. And yes, I would like to, as you put it, take the next step. Is the invitation still on the table?" I wanted to keep it professional, although we both knew this was now anything but professional. He remained silent for several seconds which momentarily spooked me before enthusiastically replying, "Of course it is! I was hoping you'd say yes and I'm delighted to hear I'll be seeing you again." Now it was sounding more and more like a date, which I absolutely loved. "Why don't you plan on heading over around 7. I'll have some dinner brought in and we can relax, continue our discussion, and then enjoy the evening". Damn he was smooth. "Relax"? Check. That means cocktails, wine or whatever. "Continue our discussion"? Check. That means I share more of my past with him (isn't that what I'm there for?). "Enjoy the evening"? Check. We both knew what that meant. "Yeah, that sounds great", I answered, trying to sound nonchalant. Knowing now he was serving dinner, I asked, "Anything I can bring?" "No, just you." he replied suggestively. Again, a slight pause, before he added, "And you might want to bring an overnight bag, in case we go late." With my vocal passageways momentarily constricted, I replied "Oh, of course. See you Friday at 7 Richard", intending to hang up. But before I could he interrupted and added authoritatively, "I need to go now, but don't forget what I told you last week....."...he cleared his throat before saying..."about touching yourself. I want you to be fully ready to resume where we left off" and abruptly ended the call. OMFG, I thought. If last week was just an appetizer, what would Friday night be? The thought of being alone with that beautiful man for an entire evening--possibly overnight--made me hard on the spot. He wasn't messing around. Had I gotten in over my head?
Friday took forever to come, but because I didn't need to arrive until 7, I had plenty of time to get home and thoroughly clean up. That morning I had laid out some clothes for the evening that showed off my body and were just short of slutty. A tight, clingy button-down shirt that nicely emphasized my pecs, chest and arms, tight jeans that showcased my bulge without being obvious, and a jacket that fit like a glove. But before I dressed, I took a long hot shower which included a thorough douching. Was I being presumptuous? I don't think so. I'd had no experience as a bottom but douched when I occasionally played with my dlldo. I'd never had a man's cock in me and wanted to make sure neither of us would have to worry about any unpleasant consequences. I wanted the night to be perfect.
Friday evening at 7 and I'm back at his door and, once again, buzzed in almost immediately. And because I strictly obeyed his orders, I realize I'm rock hard although the night hasn't yet begun. Again, I take the elevator to his penthouse unit but when I arrived this time he called to me from what sounded like the kitchen. "Come in, my friend", I heard. I walked toward the sound of his voice through his loft, which I hadn't seen last week. It was as spacious and beautifully appointed as I'd imagined. `Right out of Architectural Digest', I thought to myself. I made my way to where I thought I heard him as he approached me with arms outstretched. My god he was even more handsome than I'd remembered. At least 6'2" with shoulders as broad as a freeway. Short, stylish grey hair and well-manicured grey beard. Smoldering blue eyes, fitted shirt hugging his chest with short sleeves that hugged his muscular, veiny arms. I tried desperately not to look down to his package but I couldn't help myself. There, nestled nicely between the tight pants clinging to his legs, was the most beautiful bulge. And, of course, he noticed my observation.
As if to mitigate my embarrassment of being caught, he grabbed my hands and pulled me into a professional, yet warm, hug, "You're looking pretty sharp yourself", he smiled in apparent response to me giving him the once-over. After releasing me he said, let me give you a quick tour of the place and then let's get to work. On the tour he pointed out the office where we met last week, the kitchen and eating areas, and the master bedroom where he oh-so-casually mentioned I could leave my overnight bag. In a loft with very few walls, I couldn't help but notice a solid wall behind his bed with a closed, lockable door leading apparently to an adjacent room. Even the bathrooms were semi-open so it seemed strange to have such a private room. He showed me a three more sleeping areas, each with private baths (the place was huge) and finally completed the tour in the living area. When there, he pointed to two comfortable high back chairs that he had placed facing each other and motioned for me to sit. "This is where I'd like to conduct our next session," he indicated. As I sat down, it crossed my mind that I wouldn't be laying down like last week which I found disappointing; but it made me wonder what he had in mind for me tonight.
"I'm having a scotch", he shared. "What can I get for you, Jarod?" Knowing a little alcohol would help the words flow more smoothly, I was happy to comply, "A red wine would be great, thank you." After bringing me the wine he settled into the chair, made a few generic opening remarks about hoping I'd be as open this session as I was last and then finally asked, "So tell me Jarod, how did you feel after last week's session?" Wow', I thought, he's diving right in'. I let the question hang in the air for a few moments so I could collect my thoughts. Was he talking about the session, or the session? I figured it was both so I answered honestly. "It was difficult to share the details of my relationship with my father", I started, "especially the story about the wrestling singlet. But that was the worst moment in my life, and my father not only caused it, he relished in it. But actually telling someone about it, someone like you who I could trust, has lifted a burden off my chest."
"I'm happy to hear that, Jarod', Richard replied. "How do you feel about the other part of our...session?"
I took even longer to answer this one. I wanted the words to be pitch perfect. "Well, I think we were both surprised by what happened. I don't blame myself and I don't blame you. It just happened. But, in its own unexpected way, I think it helped me as well. I've never had a father figure treat me with the respect you did that afternoon. I believe your intentions were genuine and well-meaning. But I also want you to know I not only enjoyed it, I feel better because of it."
There! I said it! There was no turning back now. He knew how I felt and why I felt that way. The rest was up to him. And he grabbed the opportunity and ran with it. "I'm pleased to hear you say that, Jarod. My actions were driven by two things, first, an authentic desire to help you, and second..." pausing for effect, "...my desire for you. I won't lie, you are like a young Greek god. You have no idea. I knew it the minute we met at your sister's apartment. I took immense pleasure from what I did to you, but I knew you were benefitting as well. And now you've confirmed that for me."
He stopped talking and we wordlessly stared at each for a what seemed an eternity. When it became awkwardly silent he finally added, "That's why now you'll be taking the next step with me. I'll lead you through it, but it will be a big leap for you. Are you ready?" He asked.
"Yes sir", I whispered.
He slowly stood up and towered over me. With his massive bulge nearly in my face he said, "Stand up and undress me."
My mouth went dry and my heart began beating, almost outside my chest. Nonetheless, I bravely stood up as close to him as I could without toppling him over. Without breaking eye contact I reached for the top button on his shirt and opened it. I continued down the front until I unbuttoned them all, pulled the shirt out of his pants. Then I silently walked behind him, pulled it off his shoulders and carefully folded it and put it aside. Still standing immediately behind him, I reached around to his belt buckle, undid it and unbuttoned the top button of his pants, leaving his loosened pants hanging on his hips. I then walked back around to his front, bent down on one knee in front of him and removed his shoes and socks, one at a time. Standing again, I returned my hands to his belt and slid his now loose pants over his bulge, down his legs and removed his pants like I had removed his shoes. He stood there, resolute, in nothing but a pair of silk-like bikini underwear, from which was protruding a thick, long cock begging to be released. I looked him in the eye for approval which he gave with a subtle but knowing nod. He looked so insanely hot standing at attention for me that I almost regretted having to remove that sexy pair of underwear. But he had ordered me to, so I had no option but to comply. I slid my fingers under the waistband of the silky bikinis and slid them down his legs. I had to be particularly careful pulling them over his cock as it was now so hard I didn't want to bend it the wrong way. I succeeded because he easily stepped out of them when they reached the floor, pulled me to him and embraced me.
Now he was the naked, exposed one and I was fully clothed. Was this going to be a role reversal of last week? He answered my question almost immediately when put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to the floor. Now kneeling, staring directly into his cock, he stated matter of factly, "You know what to do." I wanted to devour him right there, but again I thought, `Be cool, act like you've been here before'. I could see his slit was oozing a sizeable drop of precum so I took the opportunity to point my tongue and lick his slit dry. He softly groaned so that was my sign to dive in. I took the head of his dick, which was warm and pulsing, into my mouth, slowly swallowed the next half, and then took his full hard cock as far down as my throat would allow. While not a virgin, I hadn't had much practice at this, but he patiently put his hands behind my head and started moving my head on and off his dick to pleasure himself. Next, he said, "Look up at me. I want to see your face". Staring up into his eyes while earnestly sucking his cock had to be the sexiest thing imaginable. There is no position that's more dom/sub than kneeling in front of a daddy, giving him that pleasure and looking longingly up to him for approval. Finally, he pulled me back up to my feet, turned around and walked away saying, "Follow me."
He led me to his bedroom where he pointed to the bed and ordered me to " lay down on your back." Once I was comfortably lying there and finally breathing regularly again, he began to remove my clothes with the care and longing with which had removed his. In a few short moments, we were both nude; me laying on my back, Richard standing by the side of the bed, admiring me. "You're so beautiful" he said as he looked me up and down. "How did I get so lucky?" he asked.
Without wasting a moment, he climbed onto the bed and straddled me with his knees just outside my hips, our cocks touching. He leaned over, grabbed my hands, and firmly held them over my head forcefully signaling that he was in control. My submission to such a godlike man alone was pure heaven. The sex that was forthcoming made this moment unimaginably perfect. As he leaned over me to kiss me, our cocks met and the tips were wet; I didn't know if it was my precum or his. Equally erotic was the fact that he had my hands and arms pinned to the bed. He was going to take me however he wanted; I had no choice. My lack of control was electric.
Never losing eye contact and with his facial expressions appearing more and more steely, he slowly started to grind his cock against mine, up and down, over and over. I could feel him intentionally rub his dick against the tip of mine to use my precum as lube. Our cocks were engorged with blood and slick with precum. I would've been happy to go on like that for hours but he then moved his knees and hips up my body towards my face. He rubbed his cock back and forth across my torso and repeatedly slapped my face with his steely cock. "Suck me Jarod", he finally ordered, and I gladly opened my mouth to give him the pleasure he deserved. He shifted position slightly to get a better angle, and I soon found myself being face fucked. Not aggressive or choking like the expression suggests, just a slow, purposeful rhythm of his cock in and out of my willing mouth, every time just slightly further down my throat. He occasionally paused when he sensed when I needed to take a breath, but he'd quickly resume the metered cadence of his cock penetrating my mouth. His dominance was overwhelming. I was able to please this specimen of a man in a way I never could've imagined. I'd never felt more wanted. Or needed.
Out of nowhere he said, "Get it good and wet boy. You're going to need the lube." Did this mean what I thought it meant? Was he going to fuck me with only saliva as lube? That's how I'd seen it done in porn and never believed it was enough to properly lube. Was I going to find out tonight?
Like everything we had done that night, I wanted the face fucking to go on forever. But he pulled out and moved down my body, kissing every inch on the way down to my equally rigid cock. When he arrived, he gave it several long, tender sucks, but stopped, looked up at me and said, "I'm saving this for later. I have other ideas for tonight". With that, he slid further down the bed and abruptly pulled my legs over his shoulders to expose my hole. He was now face-to-hole and sneered, "Here's my prize tonight". He stared for the longest time while my cock streamed precum down onto my face. The excitement was beyond words. I took deep breaths and then, finally, I felt the slightest flick of his tongue on my hole. Just barely perceptible, but it had the impact of an earthquake. Before I could recover from the flick, I felt a more substantial lick, followed quickly by another, and before I could process this extraordinarily hot experience, he was hungrily devouring, even pushing his tongue into my hole. "OH DADDY", I yelled. "OH DADDY". I didn't know whether to ask him to stop, never stop, or lick deeper and harder. It was an exquisite feeling that I never knew existed and my daddy had introduced me to it. I was bucking my hips to push his face even deeper into my hole if that was possible. Just when I thought I'd reached my limit of ecstasy, he pulled his tongue away from my hole, pressed my knees flat down on the bed, and just as hungrily devoured my cock. That poor ignored organ. Now his mouth was devouring my cock as greedily as he was my hole just moments ago. I couldn't help but take his head in my hands, and press my cock deep into his mouth, literally screaming, "YES DADDY, SUCK YOUR BOY'S COCK DADDY. YES".
When he sensed how close I was to shooting, he wisely pulled off me, laid next to me on his back and pulled me into him. He cradled my head onto his chest and hugged me close. Patting my head, he remained silent. There was nothing to say; the moment spoke for itself. After catching our breath, he pulled me even closer and stretched the arm that was around my back down to my hole and found it with his middle finger. Seductively fingering my hole, he said, "Tonight is the night I breed you. You've come so far in a short time, but you have to know what it is to be owned by a man. But not just any man; a man who respects and admires you. Because you deserve to be respected and admired. Are you ready for that?"
I closed my eyes but it didn't stop the tears that came. Not sobbing tears like last week, but tears of genuine gratitude. What he said meant everything to me and made me want him even more if that were possible. "Yes, Daddy", I whimpered. "I'm ready."
"Good boy", he smiled. With that, he slid out of bed, walked to my feet and turned me over on my stomach. "Hands and knees", he ordered. I happily complied and his face was in my hole in about a second. Again, he ate it like he was a starving man. He licked around it, over it, under it, pulled my cock back and licked it up and down, sucking the precum right out of it, and repeatedly inserted his tongue up my hole even further than before. I was making noises that only animals make, completely oblivious to them. He started to slow down and then, sadly, pulled his face and tongue out of my hole. Saying "Stay right where you are", he stepped off the bed and pulled what I assumed was lube from the side table. He stood on the side of the bed, conspicuously close to my face, slowly stroking his hard cock with lube. When it became clear to him that I knew what he was doing, he looked down and said, "The saliva comment was a joke; I hope I didn't scare you. I'm intentionally using LOTS of lube for you. I want you to enjoy this as much as I will".
"Daddy?" I asked cautiously, "I have a request".
Somewhat surprised, he answered, "What is it Jarod?"
"Since this is my first time, would you mind if I used my poppers?"
Richard took a surprising amount of time before answering, "I'd prefer you didn't Jarod. What is about to happen is an important step in your healing process, and while poppers may relax you, I want you to experience both the pain and pleasure. If I do my job right, your pain will quickly become pleasure, and that's what we're here for...to turn your pain into pleasure. Does that make sense?"
"Yes sir. I totally get it. I know you'll go easy on me."
Now smiling, Richard added, "Don't get me wrong, I love poppers and we'll have plenty of time to use them together. Just not tonight."
"Even better", I responded with a smile.
And now I wait. I don't know if time stopped, or my mind was just racing making it seem to stand still. My life flashed through my mind, particularly the troubled relationship with my father that I was here to heal. My relationship with him had had three defining characteristics: His authority over me, his masculinity that I aspired to, and sadly, his mocking rejection of me and what I represented. But in contrast, at this very moment a decidedly authoritative man whose masculinity exceeded my father's was poised to penetrate me. I desperately want him to breed me which would signify that I'm not only accepted, but revered and cherished. This moment will undoubtedly reverberate sexually, but more importantly, it will convey love and acceptance from a mature man in a way I've never experienced.
"Here we go," Richard whispered in my ear. "I want you to relax. I promise not to give you more than you can take." With that I felt the tip of his dripping cock enter my hole but only very slightly such that it was more of a sensation than pain or pleasure. He stopped and asked, "OK so far?" "Yes, keep going, please." I said, noticing I was exhaling for the first time in minutes. He eased his way slightly more into me and I gasped. It stung slightly, and I think my fear was worse than any actual pain. And so began Richard's inch-by-inch, methodical penetration into my hole, each increment representing more power over me, and more affection. Each time he pushed in further, it stung slightly, but it always dissipated quickly and was quickly replaced by the pulsing fullness of his cock. His timing was impeccable. He'd push in, it would sting momentarily, followed by the exquisite fullness, and exactly at that moment he'd push again. Once more, I was thinking, `Please god, don't ever let this end.' At exactly that moment he said, "I'm almost completely in you. One more push. You'll feel some pain, but I promise it will go away quickly. Are you ready?" he asked. "I'm more than ready, Daddy. Take me", I begged and tipped my hips to give him an even better angle. With a deep breath he took one last forceful thrust into me. "Argh!" I howled, but the pain was quickly replaced with rapture. Now he was completely inside me. He owned me. It felt like I could feel the veins in his cock beating inside me and I wondered how long it would be before I lost control and came. Fortunately, my cock wasn't pressed against the bed because the friction would have caused me to cum almost immediately.
After a few easy thrusts, he picked up the pace. I pushed back against him, wanting him in me even further, although I'm sure it was anatomically impossible. I wanted him as far up me his cock could reach.
After several long, slow strokes, he started to change his cadence which only increased my pleasure. I was out of control and found myself audibly moaning. I could tell he loved fucking my tight ass because he started bucking wildly. "Take it boy, take my cock." With each thrust he barked, "Take it, take it, take it...". Soon after every thrust I was begging, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...." It's amazing what comes out of your mouth when you're in a state of animal frenzy. Every brain cell is focused on the amazing feeling in your gut that you never want to stop. "I'm so close", he grimaced, and proceeded to slow his pace. He finally slowed to a stop and pulled his cock out with a comical "pop", which momentarily broke the mood. But it was merely a moment, because he immediately pulled my legs down by my ankles and commanded, "On your back. I've just started."
He turned me over on the bed by my ankles and immediately placed them over his shoulders. He then leaned over me and pinned my hands to the bed. Before going any further, he took the moment to stop and assess. He completely dominated me. Pinned to the bed, I was staring straight up to him, into his eyes. We were both sweating profusely when a drop of sweat fell from the tip of his nose right onto my lips. I lapped it up like I was a man dying of thirst. With our eyes locked, we were both wordless. Despite the silence, our eyes were conveying our deepest needs and want. Without speaking, I said Please Daddy, fuck me hard. Breed me. It's the only way I'll know I am worthy of the respect of a man like you.' He somehow understood my pleas and responded, again wordlessly, with Boy, now you will experience the rapture of being sexually dominated. It will change your view of yourself and your world. Get ready.'
At the precise moment his thought stream concluded, his cock found my hole and, with one aggressive stroke, easily entered my hole. With that one thrust, he was now fully inside me. But unlike before, the curve of his cock found my prostate and took me to an even higher level of euphoria. It was like when he teased it with his fingers last week, but more intense because now the urgency of his throbbing cock was grinding against my prostate. I must've let out an audible groan, because he smiled, "I found it, didn't I?", obviously referring to my P-spot. Almost wordless now, I choked out, "Oh my fucking god Daddy. I've never felt anything like this. Breed me, please. Own me..." That's all he needed to hear to. He picked up the pace and was getting harder and thicker with every stroke. And with every stroke I got closer and closer to cumming. Like before, I wanted him even further inside me so I lifted my hips off the mattress and wrapped my legs around his waist, crossing my ankles behind his back. Something about that prompted him to thrust even harder. With our eyes still locked the sweat was now pouring off his face into mine. He was now savagely drilling me and had lost any concern about the pain I might be enduring. But that wasn't a problem, because I was past the point of pain as well. With every thrust I'd cry "Harder, harder, harder. Give me your seed, Daddy. BREED ME DADDY." With every stroke I could feel his cock graze my prostate and each stroke pounded it harder. This went on for longer than I would've ever thought possible until the inevitable happened. I've never cum before without touching myself, but this was a night of firsts. Each deep thrust that pumped my prostate got me closer until I screamed, "YES, YES, YES..." and my untouched cock erupted with the velocity of a volcano. A stream of cum blew well past my head into the headboard. The sight of that provoked the inevitable in Richard. He tensed up, began to tremble and I felt his balls pull up into him. Shaking, he withdrew one last time before he drove his cock deeper into my gut than I would've thought possible. When he was at his maximum depth, he violently shot his load into my gut. While I continued to shoot countless loads onto my face and hair, his cock spasmed continuously into my gut releasing what felt like gallons warm jiz into me. When we both finally stopped shooting, he found himself in a pushup position over me, still pinning my hands to the bed with his still hard cock firmly and deeply implanted in me.
Again, time stopped. All I could think about was having just been bred by this wonderfully mature man. I had his seed inside me. Richard didn't just breed me though. He made love to me sensitively and tenderly. I felt like the anxiety from my actual father had been lifted.
When we finally collected ourselves, he looked me in the eye and gave me a warm, knowing smile. Again, without words, his eyes asked me, "Are you ok?" This time I spoke...."More than ok Daddy." He removed his grip on my hands and lowered himself onto me so we were now torso to torso, sticky and sweaty. He lowered his face to mine and our lips met with a furious post-coital kiss. We couldn't kiss hard or long enough. With my legs still crossed around his waist, he now had his arms under me to embrace me. There was literally no space between us. And there was no denying his passion was as great as mine. We finally let go and rolled to our sides facing each other and kissed, giggled, nibbled and talked for seemingly ever. And again, I wanted time to stop. But finally, Richard suggested we get cleaned up and pee so we can go to bed properly and get some sleep. But just as we were getting out of bed, he reached to his bedside table and pulled out something that looked suspiciously like a butt plug. Not huge, but, yes, it was a butt plug. He saw the concern on my face and sat back down next to me. He took my hands and said earnestly, "I want you to do one thing for me...I want you to wear this plug, just for tonight. As we sleep together tonight, I want you to be reminded that my seed is still inside you. I promise you can remove it first thing in the morning. Tomorrow, we'll take the next step on your journey. Together."
Surprised, but knowing that my new daddy only wanted the best for me, I complied. "Yes Daddy, I'd love to keep you inside me."
With that, I leaned back into his arms, spread my legs and he carefully inserted the plug. There was enough residual lube and cum so it slid in easily. I closed my legs and, like he predicted, was instantly reminded of what had just happened, and what was inside me.
His words were ringing in my ears, "Tomorrow, we'll take the next step on your journey. Together."
End of Chapter 7