Page 42 of B is for Beg

Blake hangs limp, panting and spent. The tension has gone from his face. Every muscle in his body is relaxed, and fuck, he’s even more breathtakingly beautiful than before. Orgasm denial is definitely Cal’s thing, not mine, but I can finally see the appeal.

Cal is still beneath him, covered in cum. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a sexier sight. I want to lower Blake so I can watch him lick the cum from Cal’s dark, sweaty skin. Instead, I sit and stare, watching the way their heaving breaths slowly calm.

I could stay here for hours, watching them, but Blake won’t be comfortable in the ropes for much longer. I nudge Cal, and he rolls out from under Blake. I give him some wipes to clean himself off. We remove and dispose of our condoms, and then we lower Blake to the floor. He’s quiet and trembling as I untie him.

“Are you okay, baby boy?”

“Yes, Daddy,” he whispers. “Happy, but tired.”

Once Blake is free, Cal lifts him and cradles him while I move the ropes aside and pull the bed down. I fetch a sports drink for Blake and something sweet for him to eat. We settle onto the bed, Blake between us. I clean him up with wipes as he drinks and eats, and then we cuddle beneath the blankets, dozing.

My growling stomach wakes me. I shift position, which wakes Blake. He blinks at me, dislodging sleep dust from his lashes.

“Hi, Daddy.”

“Hi, baby boy.”

Cal grunts and stirs. “Is it food time?”

“Are you both hungry after that?” I ask.

Blake laughs. “I was hungry before. Now I’m starving. Oh, fuck, that was good, Daddy. I’ve never…” He smiles at us both wearily. “That was way better than watching porn.”

“You enjoyed it?” Cal asks. “It wasn’t too overwhelming?”

Blake shakes his head. “It was hot. I could have taken you deeper, Sir.”

“Next time?” I ask.

Cal meets my gaze. “I’d like to play again. Wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, very much so.”

He smiles. “What do you think, princess?”

“Yes, please.” Blake frowns. “Another one-off or…?”

“What do you want, baby boy?” I ask.

“To be yours,” he whispers. “Exclusively yours.”

My breath catches in my throat. I wasn’t expecting that, but his words settle inside me and make my heart flutter. I look over Blake to Cal. His eyes are wide, but as he meets my stare, his expression softens, and he smiles.

“That’s good to know, princess,” he says. “How about we talk about that another day when we haven’t just fucked you senseless?”

Blake chuckles. “Okay, Sir.”

My chest warms. I’m glad Cal didn’t dismiss the request out of hand. He’s right. It’s something we need to discuss when we’re clear-headed and awake. Not this evening.

“Let’s get up and eat,” I say.

“Get up, get dressed, and eat?” Blake asks.

I catch Cal’s eye again, and he nods, understanding.

“Sir and I will get dressed, baby boy. But you can stay as you are.”

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