"It's not nice to tease your daddy at work, you bratty little shit."
I giggle and kiss the tip of your nose. "It's very nice! Just shows you I was thinking about you." I give that bratty smile. "With my vibe."
You smack my ass, and I let out a little moan as my boycunt throbs in response. Even though I got off earlier, I'm already ready to go again - you have that effect on me.
Then you grab me by the hem of my t-shirt and start pulling me towards the bedroom. Once we're inside, you kiss me tenderly, then passionately. I throw my arms around you and kiss you back, letting you feel how much I've missed you, how happy I am to see you...
...how much I love you. I let all those feelings come out in that kiss, pure hunger and fire and need, and after we pull apart to catch our breath, we start undressing each other. Then kissing again, fumbling with each other's clothes, kissing all the way to the bed.
Once we're naked we tumble onto the bed together and for a moment we just hold each other, looking into each other's eyes. You smile and I get those butterflies in my stomach again, reaching up to touch your face. We nuzzle and share a few soft kisses, then deeper ones, before we look at each other again.
"I think..." Your hands start wandering over me. "Some payback is in order."
"Oh no, Mr. Wolf!" I dramatically press the back of my hand against my forehead. "Anything but that." Then I elbow you, laughing.
You smack my ass again and nibble on my neck with a growl. I clutch at you, moaning, and again when you start kissing and licking my neck and my shoulder, nipping here and there. "Daddyyyy..."
"Don't think that whinging is going to save you, you bratty little slut."
"Fuckkkk..." I do love it when you call me that, and can't help rubbing my thighs together as I feel myself dripping, my clit hard and aching for your attention.
You sit up, playfully pull me across your lap, and then you let me have it - five spankings on each ass cheek, going back and forth between them. Between slaps you sensually caress my ass and your fingers stroke up and down my spine, which makes the spanking even more intense, driving me absolutely fucking out of my mind with sensation... and putting me deep in that subby headspace, where I will give you anything and everything.
Once you're done, I'm quivering and my breath is coming out in shaky little gasps. You kiss me again. "Your lesson isn't over yet, brat."
"Well, I would fucking hope not."
You get out the silk scarves and I'm dripping again at the sight of them, knowing what you're going to do. "Safeword if you need it," you tell me as I lay back, and I nod.
You tie my wrists together and have me test to make sure it's not too loose and not too tight. Satisfied with your handiwork, you stroke my face, looking into my eyes again, and give me a kiss.
It's always uniquely vulnerable to be bound, but especially here with you, at this stage in my life, after everything. Not just the trust issues I have, coming to you a work in progress with healing, but I feel completely exposed more than ever laying here naked, my hands tied. You see my fatness, my scars, my stretch marks, my imperfections over almost five decades of life. More than that, you see the physical manifestation of my deepest spiritual wound - I fucking hate having tits and I resent that I have too many health issues for top surgery, and I try to forget they're there as much as I possibly can. But I told myself when I was inpatient for a week in June 2024 I would stop punishing myself for the things I can't help, and take better care of myself, and this is part of self-care too, is making up for those years of being touch-starved. Even the parts of me I don't want and don't like deserve love and pleasure...
...and here and now they're just another part of my body, another part of me that is yours, to enjoy as you want to. And you neither act like a cishet guy about them [and you're not het besides], nor do you act like I somehow failed out of manhood for still having them. To you, I'm just Fin, and you accept me as I am. All of me. I don't have to hide with you. There is no shame here, only the desire in your eyes - and your cock standing at attention - as you look at me, wrapped up and gifting myself to you.
"My pretty boi," you whisper, looking me up and down. I bite my lip, cheeks on fire - you know I love it when you call me that. You lean in and kiss me. "Such a good, good boy."
I melt, smiling so hard my face hurts. "I love you, Daddy."
"I love you, my cub." You smile back. "My bratty little cub."
I can't resist being bratty some more, even though I'm all tied up. "Well? Are you just gonna look, or are you gonna get to the payback?"
You laugh, and boop my nose. "You keep mouthing off to me and I'll just stroke myself and make you watch."
I whine in protest. I do enjoy watching you touch yourself, but I'm already so worked up and need a good orgasm, and can't bear the thought of being denied.
You won't deny me, of course... but you're also not going to give me what I want for a good long time. You lean in and kiss me, and kiss me again... another, and another. I keep melting into each kiss, enjoying the way our tongues play together... that promise of what you can do with that tongue.
You kiss and lick my neck and shoulders, your hands wandering over me in slow, lazy circles. You work your way down, lapping and sucking at one nipple as you play with the other - the heat in your eyes makes me forget about the dysphoria for awhile, enjoying that you're enjoying yourself. "My beautiful boy," you whisper, and rest your head on my heart. "You're such a good boy for Daddy."
That you're calling me "boy" as you do this helps so much. You pleasure the other nipple with your mouth, playing with the one you just got done sucking on, and I let myself keep melting, letting you love me, honor me, as I am.
I already feel like I'm flying.
You go back and forth between them, and I hear myself moaning, feel myself trembling. There is only pleasure, only passion, in these moments. My boycunt is so fucking wet, my clit almost painfully hard. "Daddyyyy-y-y-y-y, plee-e-e-eeease..."
"Shhhh, babyboi, we'll get there."
You kiss, lick and nibble at my stomach, my hips and thighs, your fingers walking, brushing, hands moving like they're shaping me into existence. I'm breathing heavier, fists clenched, my entire body aflame as you have your way with me, exploring, tasting every inch of me, all completely yours.
And finally, your head is between my thighs. I cry out as your tongue touches my clit, and again as you start lapping. It isn't long before I'm a sobbing, shaking mess, my cream flowing as your wicked tongue works its magic, teasing and teasing. Then you're sucking on it. "Oh fuck, that's so good..." I make a strangled noise, followed by a little whimper. "Oh fuck, Andy, Daddy, you are so fucking good..."
Just before I can come, you start licking me again, more slowly, then faster, bringing me back to the edge. When I'm right there again, then your tongue plays inside me, and I'm panting, howling, needing to come but never wanting you to fucking stop, going deeper and deeper into every delicious sensation. "Daddy. Andy. Oh fuck, oh shit, oh fuck, oh my fucking G-d you're so fucking good... oh, fuck..."
Then I can't make words at all, only pathetic little noises.
You start sucking on me again and growl, and I lose control, coming. "Andy. Daddy. DADDY!" I let out a shuddery sigh as the relief pulses through me, then full-body bliss. You give another growl of approval as you watch me contracting, and lap at the flowing cream. I gasp and cry out again.
You come up to kiss me, letting me taste myself on you - I love that - and after you've given me a few moments to recharge, you smile and begin another round of kissing, licking, nibbling, and caressing my body, getting me all worked up again. After what feels like an eternity of you mastering every inch of my flesh, your head is between my legs again. Your tongue lashing at my clit, then inside me. Your mouth hungrily sucking at it, growling like the wolf you are. Me gasping, panting, calling out, "Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. ANDY. Daddy. Oh fuck, oh fuckkkk, Daddy, so good... oh fuck, so fucking good..."
You edge me and spoil me until I come in your mouth again as you're sucking on my clit. That's two. It's such a powerful orgasm that I don't know if I can handle another. But that, of course, is why I'm all tied up. Because you're going to do with me exactly what you want... and what you want is to completely fucking wreck me.
My ex-husband was a selfish bastard, and one of the things I love about you is your generosity and how much you spoil me. Happy tears mist my eyes as you take me into ecstasy again, your tongue pleasing my clit, then inside me, then you're sucking on my hard clit like it's a cock, knowing exactly what I like, what I want. I hold back as long as I can, savoring every instant of you spoiling me, lavishing love on me, taking good care of me, knowing it gives you joy and pleasure as well. Here there is only joy, after everything, only trust, and I let myself bask in its glow, burn in its fire. Its consuming, cleansing fire, like the phoenix I am, burning bright and beautiful for my wolf, letting you see the magic of me lose all of my stoic dignity and come undone.
Coming and coming. Your finger inside me this time, making that hooking motion as you're sucking hard at my clit. I gasp and howl as I come again, and you growl and nibble on my thigh as you feel my inner walls squeezing your finger, pulsing.
You kiss me again, and I could just float away on clouds, but I can feel how hard you are against my thigh, and I want you in me. Need to feel you.
But first... my arms are tired and the restraints are starting to hurt. So I safeword. "Grovomil."
Our eyes meet and we crack the fuck up - I love the way your face lights up - and I laugh so hard I snort, which makes us laugh harder. "Don't summon that fucking gnome," you warn me, before you rain soft kisses over my face. "What do you need, sweetheart?"
"Can you untie me? My arms need a break."
"Of course." You undo the bindings, and I stretch my arms, flex my wrists, and then wrap my arms around you, pulling you into another kiss.
"I love you, my Daddy wolf." I look into your eyes.
"I love you, my cub." You kiss me back.
I arch to you, spreading for you. "I need to feel you, Andy."
"Do you now." You start kissing my neck again.
As hard as you are, and leaking, you of course are going to tease me some more, the head of your cock brushing against my clit, then just the tip at my boypussy lips, pushing in ever so slightly, and back out, rubbing my clit again, before pushing inside me just a little. "Dammit Andy." I growl at you. "Would you fucking fuck me already."
"I might have untied you, but you're not in charge here."
"Ass." I reach around and grope yours.
"Slut." You grin at me and give me another deep, passionate kiss.
You keep teasing and teasing until I'm begging "please, Daddy, please, fucking please. Fucking please." Completely shameless, wanton, like a bitch in heat. Needing you like I need the air I breathe.
And then you take it, bottoming out inside me, biting my shoulder with a growl. "Mine."
"Yours. Oh, fuck, yours..." I dig my nails into your back, and we kiss.
You fuck me slowly - an amazing amount of restraint, with how hard you are, and how wet and sloppy I am. You're the first cis guy I've been with since my divorce and I am so, so tight, but there's no pain, with how wet you get me, even with how full I feel with you deep inside me. I cling to you, my arms and legs wrapped around you, my hips slowly rolling to match your rhythm, back and forth like the tide. The world fades away and there is only us, only this.
"I love you." I give you a squeeze and start kissing your neck, your earlobe, back to your neck and shoulder. "I love you so much..."
You claim my mouth again and there's no more fucking teasing. You grab my wrists and let me have it and I buck my hips madly underneath you, crying out, "Yes, yes, yesss fucking get it..."
You kiss me, growling. You let go of my wrists and I hold onto you for dear life as your balls slap against me, as the sound of my wetness is almost as loud as my broken cries. You reach down to play with my clit as you keep fucking me, claiming me, and I try to edge, wanting to savor this, needing to feel you inside me, on me, here with me...
...but it's too good. When you kiss me again I climax, making a high-pitched noise then a deeper one, and a thrust later you give in to yours, feeling me clenching around you, throbbing. I sigh as you spend into me, and we kiss, which just intensifies the pleasure of my release.
I'm flying again. For a moment all I see is light, and I feel like I'm being immolated in passion, in love. Offering that to you, the light of my soul through the cracks of my brokenness, imperfect as I am but yours.
I grin at you, a stupid grin like I'm high even though I'm completely sober these days. "I'm definitely going to keep teasing you at work, if this is what I get."
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