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Looking down at my perfect boy, I sigh happily. In an ideal world, I’d keep him like this, pinned beneath me, full of my cock and dripping my cum. But I can’t, at least not this time. I took his virginity, and no matter how much time I spent stretching and prepping him, he’s going to be sore.

Reluctantly, I let my dick slip out of his ass, watching the way his gaped hole twitches. A mixture of lube and my cum starts to drip from inside of him the moment my cock isn’t there to keep him plugged and full.

“Jesus, Boy,” I rasp, trying and failing to hide the authoritarian tone from my voice.

“Is that…am I…was that?” Henry stumbles over his words, insecurity clear in his awkward question.

“I fucking love seeing you full of me,” I tell him. “You were perfect, so perfect. I want you again already.”

“Okay,” he says quietly.

Chuckling, I reluctantly lift my gaze from his hole to his face. “Are you sore?”

“Not too sore.”

He’s so embarrassed, his whole face is beet red. He may not realize it, but his innocence is one of his most endearing qualities, even though I intend to thoroughly enjoy corrupting him.

“Oh, Kitten,” I coo, grinning. “You’re fucking adorable.”

His brows furrow, and his lips pull down into a frown. “You don’t want me now?” he asks, his lips quivering.

“Weren’t you listening? You’re mine, Henry. You were before, but now that I know how tightly your ass grips my dick, I’ve claimed you completely. I doubt there will ever be a moment when I don’t want you. But that doesn’t mean I’ll ever allow myself to hurt you. Unless you were lying to me, that was your first time. Correct?” I ask.

He nods.

“So, no matter how much I wish I could spend the rest of the night buried inside of you, you’re going to be sore, and so we’re both going to have to wait until I fuck you again,” I tell him, keeping my tone stern so he doesn’t try to argue with me. I’ve fucked subs in the past who wanted to be used over and over. Those were the ones who treated rough sex like a punishment and a gift all at the same time. But I’m not a sadist. I want sex to be all pleasure, and I won’t fuck him again until I’m confident that I’m not going to hurt him.

“Oh,” he says quietly, his eyes wide.

Taking a moment, I run my eyes over his naked form, enjoying the way he’s sprawled across my bed, his knees still bent, leaving his soft, wet dick, balls, and hole on display for me, letting me watch as my cum slowly seeps out of him.

He looks like a depraved version of a painting, his skin perfect marble, his beauty the type that would inspire an artist to pick up a paintbrush and memorialize the moment. I doubt the Henry of only days ago would have laid on my bed, blatantly naked, sweaty, covered in cum, and thoroughly used, without an ounce of concern, but now he’s mine, perfectly corrupted in every way.

“I should clean you up, but I like knowing you’re full of my cum,” I praise.

“Okay,” he agrees easily.

Smiling, I lean over him and cup his cheek, pressing my lips to his and kissing him softly. “Thank you,” I whisper against his mouth.

“What for?” he questions.

“For giving me you. I was taking you anyway, but knowing that you gifted me you and that you trusted me to take care of you, means the world to me. I’ve fallen for you, Kitten. I’ll never let you go.”

I feel rather than hear his sharp inhale of breath against my lips. Pulling back, I look at him, scanning his face as I try to understand what part of what I just told him was surprising.

“What is it, Kitten?”

“I…” His voice melts into silence as he looks at me like I’ve done something momentous, not taken ownership of his life without really giving him much of a choice.

“I won’t let you run,” I rasp, not intending for my statement to sound like a threat, even though that’s how it ends up coming out.

“I’m not running,” he finally whispers.

Slamming my lips to his, I seal his promise with a kiss, swallowing anything else he’d planned to say, as I reach between us and grab his hard cock. Chuckling to myself, I work my fist up and down his length, jerking him hard and fast, determined to make him come as quickly as possible.

The moment his dick starts to twitch, I rip our mouths apart. “Come for me, Boy. I want to watch your dick explode.”

His pupils are dilated, his chest heaving up and down as the first drop of cum spills from the head of his cock. More cum follows until my fist and his belly are once again wet with his release. I’ve lost count of how many times he’s come tonight, enough that it reminds me just how much younger than me he is.