Page 101 of Burden of Proof

“And I want you to talk to the camera while you do it. I want you to talk to me. I want to know exactly how it feels to be split in two for the man you love.”

I tightened my grip in Lincoln’s hair and fucked my cock further into his throat, thrusting deep and then shallow before pulling out of his mouth entirely. He sputtered and gasped for breath when I pulled free, streams of spit connecting his lips to my dick.

“I need to be inside of you. Can we stay like this or…”

“Like this,” he whispered. “Like this please, Daddy.”

How Lincoln could unman me with a single word, I’d never know. Part of me didn’t want to understand the power he had over me. I just wanted to relish it while it lasted because I could do my best to stop him from sabotaging us, but both of us knew how to make this stop entirely.

I tugged at the knot on my tie, loosening it enough I could get the top button of my shirt undone, then I undid the bottom few buttons. Just enough I could pull the tails of the shirt out of the way. I was still fully dressed, but I’d never been more ready to fuck.

“Go to the spare bedroom, Lincoln. Take off all your clothes.”

His shoulder cracked when he unlaced his fingers from their place at his lower back, but that was the only sound he made before rising to his feet and making his way down the hall. I followed after him, stroking my spit-slicked cock, stopping in the doorway and watching him strip out of his clothes.

Once naked, Lincoln turned and faced me, his cock as red as his cheeks. He looked so fucking unmoored. I closed the space between us and sank to my knees in front of him, kissing his navel and dragging my mouth across to his hip. Lincoln’s cock pressed urgently against my chin, but I ignored it.

“I would never let you ruin this,” I promised him again, leaving a kiss against the V that funneled my attention right to his dick.

With a gentle shove, I pushed Lincoln onto the bed and crawled up between his thighs. He spread his legs to make room for me, grunting as I used my body weight to shove him sideways across the bed.

“There’s a lot we can do together.” I leaned away to get to the nightstand, feeling around for the lube. “We can do it in this room, or we can do it on our room.”

He whimpered, tilting his head back and baring his throat in the most gorgeous display of submission. I wanted to capture it forever. Save it to jerk off to.

“Lincoln, can I record you?”

“What?” The question was barely more than a breath.

“The way you look right now…” I licked my lips. “I want you to see it.”

“Yeah. Yes.”

The lighting was probably horrible, and the angle was going to be far from perfect, but I didn’t care about any of that. It was the feeling I wanted to preserve. Shoving all the pillows off the bed, I propped my phone against the headboard and pressed record. I didn’t even know if we were in frame, and I didn’t want to waste time checking. It was angled at his face, and I hoped that would catch it all.

I turned my attention next to lubing my cock and my hand, wasting no more time before reaching down and getting two fingers into Lincoln’s tight hole. There was that gorgeous arch of his neck again, a breathy whimper that went straight to my balls.

“Who am I, Lincoln?” I asked, starting the slow work of stretching him to take my cock.

“Daddy.”

“Who else?”

“Sir,” he rasped. I fought a third finger into him, using my hips to knock his legs wider apart on either side of me. Lincoln fisted the sheets and arched off the bed, crying out when I pushed all three fingers in up to the last knuckle.

“What do you want?” I asked him next.

“Your cock.”

There was no work in giving him that. It was easy to replace my fingers with my shaft, and I sank into him fully with one short snap of my hips. I leveraged myself over the top of him, his legs bent back against my chest, his body nearly folded in half. I took Lincoln’s face into my hands, brushing away spit and tears, kissing all the places my fingers had cleaned.

“Who am I now?” I asked softly.

His breath was my breath. His approval, my life.

“Good boy,” he panted, his entire body seizing with pleasure. “Oh, God.”

He’d managed to get through the trinity that had become my existence, so I rewarded him with a long, hard thrust.