Rhys still got a jolt every time Cornell called him that. Even after so many months, he still loved it. It fired up all those caring, protective instincts deep inside him.
“I love you,” he said, pressing another kiss on those soft lips. “I love you so much. And I’m sorry today was rough…and I’m sorry for making that stupid joke. I should’ve known better when you were already acting out.”
“I’m sorry for being a brat,” Cornell whispered. “I didn’t mean to be.”
When Rhys merely quirked an eyebrow, Cornell smiled. “Okay, I did it a little on purpose, but I swear I didn’t realize it was grief that was causing me to act out.”
“I know. And you’re awfully cute, even if you are a brat.”
Cornell sent him a cheeky smile. “Does that mean you’ll let it slide?”
Rhys grinned. “Not a chance, sweetheart. I like punishing you way too much. Besides, I wouldn’t be a good Daddy if I let you get away with being disrespectful like that to me, now would I?”
Cornell pouted, and Rhys could barely resist the urge to kiss that delicious look off his lips.
“No, Daddy.”
“Good. Now for your punishment…” Cornell groaned a little but stopped when Rhys narrowed his eyes. “As I was saying… I’ve come up with a suitable punishment for you. Pick any number under twenty.”
“Erm…seven?”
“Perfect. I’m gonna lock your pretty cock up in a cage until I’ve had seven orgasms. That should take me about what, three days or so? Maybe two if you try hard.”
Cornell opened his mouth, then closed it again.
“Smart boy,” Rhys said with a laugh. He had no trouble guessing what Cornell thought of his idea. But boy, they were going to have fun with that. Rhys gave in to that urge to kiss him, then carefully rolled off him. He got to his feet and gently pulled Cornell up from the couch. His physical condition had improved considerably since the accident, but some motions were still hard on his knees.
“Go get your cage for me, sweetheart. And strip while you’re in the bedroom.”
“You’re gonna make me walk around naked?” Cornell asked with a huff of indignity.
Rhys would’ve been alarmed if he hadn’t caught the slight hitch in Cornell’s breath…or the movement in his groin, indicating his cock had taken an interest. He was so conflicted about things like this, his boy. Always protesting but loving it at the same time. Rhys enjoyed pushing Cornell’s buttons. He was so perfect when he surrendered, when he gave in to his naughty and dirty side.
“No, not naked,” he said. He waited till Cornell had relaxed, then said, “I have something special for you to wear.”
A few minutes later, he’d stuffed Cornell’s cock into the cage—after grabbing his balls hard enough to make him deflate. It never failed to work, and it was another thing Cornell hated as much as he loved it. He couldn’t take a lot of pain in general, which was understandable, considering his chronic discomfort from his injuries, but he loved specific pain. Nipple clamps were a favorite, but so was a little cock and ball torture. Nothing major, but Rhys was still pushing his limits there.
“What do you want me to wear, Daddy?” Cornell asked, his voice a tad weary.
Rhys held out the elegantly wrapped package he’d grabbed while Cornell was getting naked. “A little gift for you, sweetheart.”
“Something tells me you’ll enjoy this gift more than I will,” Cornell grumbled.
Rhys pinched his nipple, making Cornell let out a grunt. “Keep being cheeky, and I will happily double that to fourteen orgasms. Your choice.”
God, he loved this play between them. They both knew he’d never do anything Cornell really didn’t want, but they both loved pretending. And Cornell thrived with the dynamic they’d established. He loved pushing Rhys’s buttons, but he also loved being faced with the consequences.
Rhys watched his boy’s face as he unwrapped the package. He dropped the colorful paper on the floor as he held up the underwear Rhys had bought him.
“You got me jockstraps?” Rhys waited until Cornell turned them around, grinning when he did, his eyes going big. “Jingle balls. It says jingle balls on the front.”
Oh, his tone. That pure indignant tone, full of pretend offense. “You don’t like them?” Rhys asked, laughing. “They’re befitting the season—well, for those of us who ignore your ‘no Christmas before Thanksgiving’ rule anyway—and I picked them especially for you.”
“I bet you did.”
“Put them on, please.”
Cornell protested enough to maintain the facade of being offended, but he did put them on. Just like Rhys had expected, the bright red underwear fit him beautifully, pulling tight around his cock cage and leaving that gorgeous ass visible.
“Mmm, look at you, boy,” Rhys said, dropping his voice a little. Cornell pulled his shoulders back and stood up straighter, pushing his ass back. “God, you’re gorgeous in this.”
He gestured with his index finger, and Cornell stepped close. Rhys slid his fingers underneath the straps that hugged Cornell’s ass cheeks, then pulled them back before letting them snap. “Oh yes, I like these. Your cock is covered, but you’re not gonna need it anyway, and your pretty ass is full on display for me. See how easy I can access it?”
He slid his middle finger between Cornell’s cheeks, smiling when Cornell widened his stance almost instantly. With only a soft pressure on his hole, he slipped inside, courtesy of Cornell’s strict adherence to Rhys’s rule to always be prepared. He buried his finger to the knuckle. The soft sigh Cornell made was music to his ears.
“Would you like me to get started on my first orgasm, boy?”
Cornell’s eyes fluttered. “If that pleases you, Daddy.”
Ah, he could be so wonderfully compliant when he wanted to. “A quick fuck would be nice. Just dumping my load inside you and plugging you up.”
Cornell’s breath hitched. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Or I could have you rim me. I haven’t felt your mouth on my hole in a while, have I?”
“No, Daddy.”
Never was Cornell more agreeable than when Rhys went through options with him like this. The wet spot on the front of those delectable jockstraps showed he’d taken an interest in the conversation, though Rhys had no intention of going back on his decision to lock up Cornell’s cock for a while. He couldn’t be inconsistent as his Daddy, now could he?
“Then again, you’re also excellent at sucking me off. I could fuck your mouth, come down your throat…fill up your belly with my cum.”
Cornell’s cheeks showed two fiery red spots. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Which has your preference?”
His boy swallowed visibly, his eyes looking anywhere but at Rhys. “Whatever you prefer, Daddy. It’s not my place to choose.”
Rhys pulled out his finger and raised Cornell’s chin with his other hand so the boy had to meet his eyes. “No, it’s not, is it? So if I tell you to wear this, you will, won’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“And if I want to fuck you or have you serve me, you’ll obey, won’t you?”
The wet spot on Cornell’s underwear grew. No wonder, since Rhys was leaking himself, his cock rock hard in his jeans.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Rhys looked at him, this wonderful man with the gorgeous blue eyes who had given him his obedience and devotion, and his love. He leaned in for a quick kiss. “We’ll wait with the Christmas decorations till after Thanksgiving.”
Cornell’s face showed honest gratitude, which confirmed this was important to him. Rhys couldn’t care less, but if it mattered that much to his boy, he was happy to give in.
“But I do think I’m more in the mood to cuddle than to fuck right now. I’m not in a rush with my seven orgasms, you know?”
The look on Cornell’s face was priceless. After all, Rhys couldn’t let him get his way, now could he? He was willing to give in where it mattered, but he was still his Daddy.