Page 10 of Daddy Marc's Gem (Club Sensation #2)

Marc held in a chuckle as he glanced sideways at Foster in the passenger seat. He couldn’t seem to sit still. By the time he was done with him, Foster would be squirming even more. A happy sigh fell from his lips as he exited I-93.

“Is everything okay?”

Foster’s tone held concern, which wasn’t Marc’s intention at all. His sensitive boy would need so much reinforcement after being pushed down for so long. Marc narrowed his eyes, gripping the steering wheel tighter. Bastard . Basic decency and self-control were all that stood between him and Edward being sorry he ever dared hurt Foster.

Marc reached over and squeezed Foster’s knee. “Everything’s wonderful. I get to have my boy all to myself and do lots of deliciously kinky things to him. Believe me, I’m very okay.” Marc patted Foster’s thigh then returned his hand to the wheel. “What about you? Did you enjoy yourself with Master Zane and Ryan?”

“Actually, I really did.” Foster chuckled. “It’s funny how things can get built up in your head like they’re so scary. but turn out to be cool.”

“Good. Can you elaborate on what you thought was cool?”

Foster shifted in his seat again as if trying to articulate his answer. “How normal they were? They seemed so comfortable with themselves. Everyone I saw there did.

“Can you define what you mean by normal? I try to stay away from that word in reference to the lifestyle.” Verifying where Foster’s head was at would be vital to their continuing dynamic.

“Oh, I apologize.” His cheeks pinked. “Well, for example, Master Zane is this intimidating guy at the club, but then he’s talking about their garden and showing me pictures of the tomatoes Ryan grew.” Foster tapped his chin with one finger. “And I loved that there’s this understanding between them. Like they don't need words sometimes.” He plucked at the fabric of his pants. “And nobody looked at me like I was weird or didn't belong.”

Marc smiled to himself. They were definitely on the right track.

“That’s what community is supposed to feel like.”

“And it’s the cool part.” Foster’s tone was intense. “I’ve never felt like I belonged…” He huffed. “Anywhere, I guess. I think that’s why even though I didn’t choose to move to Boston, it didn’t really matter one way or the other.”

“But you had your grandparent’s antique shop that had been established for decades. The way you described it, there was a large repeat customer base, and it was very successful. In your opinion, did Edward’s job opportunity outweigh your shop's success? Is that why you agreed to move?”

Marc kept his tone neutral, careful not to sound judgmental. He genuinely wanted to understand Foster's thought process. Foster stared out the window, the streetlights flashing by in rhythmic succession that cast a brief spotlight on his melancholy features.

“I suppose I convinced myself it did. Edward kept saying how much more potential he had in Boston, how he’d make so much more money.” His voice grew quieter. “And how his success would be my success too. He even promised to set me up in a new store. But of course, he dumped me before that ever happened.”

Marc pressed his lips together, tempering his anger. “That must’ve been very disappointing for you. And your shop? What happened to that?”

“I sold it to one of our long-time employees who'd always loved it as much as we did.” Foster twisted his fingers in his lap. “I told myself it was just a building, just things. That relationships matter more.”

Marc pulled onto Foster’s street, choosing his next words carefully. “Relationships do matter more. But the right relationships should support your passions, not diminish them.”

He parked in Foster’s driveway, turning off the engine but making no move to exit the vehicle. The silence between them felt weighted with significance.

“You’re right. I’m still figuring it out,” Foster finally said.

Marc reached across the console, taking Foster's hand in his. “You deserve to be valued, sweetheart. I hope you're beginning to see that."

Foster’s eyes, luminous in the ambient glow of the streetlights, met his briefly before darting away. “I'm trying.”

Marc squeezed his hand. “That’s all I ask. Now, shall we go inside? I believe I made some promises earlier that I'm very eager to keep.”

The shift in Foster was immediate—a catch of breath, a flush rising on his pale cheeks. Foster swallowed visibly. “Oh.”

That single syllable, so full of anticipation and nervous energy, sent a surge of possessive desire through Marc. He released Foster’s hand with a final squeeze.

“Let’s go, baby. Daddy’s going to take good care of you.”

The command was gentle but firm, and Marc watched with satisfaction as Foster scrambled to unbuckle his seatbelt. They walked to the door together, Foster fumbling slightly with his keys, his hands trembling with what Marc recognized as a mixture of excitement and apprehension.

Once inside, Dolly came barreling toward them, her body its typical twisting and turning ball of fluff. They both greeted her with affection, Marc kneeling to ruffle her ears while Foster cooed at her. Marc smiled at the way Foster's voice changed when he spoke to his pet—softer, with loving adoration.

Foster turned to him. “I should let her out back for a minute.”

Marc nodded. “Go ahead. I'll wait in the bedroom.”

Foster’s eyes rounded slightly before he ducked his head, a smile playing at his lips as he led Dolly toward the back door.

Marc picked up the overnight bag he’d retrieved from the car and made his way to Foster’s bedroom, removing his jacket and draping it over a chair. He unpacked a few essentials from his bag, including the plug he'd bought made of sleek black silicone with a jeweled base, perfect for the gem he’d discovered when he met Foster.

He placed the toy on the nightstand alongside a bottle of premium lubricant. He'd chosen a modest size, perfect for a beginner, though the thought of eventually working Foster up to something more substantial already had him hard as a diamond.

The sound of nails clicking on hardwood announced Dolly’s return before Foster appeared in the doorway, hesitating at the threshold of his own bedroom. His gaze landed on the items Marc had arranged, and his jaw went slack before he snapped it shut.

“Come here, baby boy.” Marc’s voice was a gentle command.

Foster obeyed, moving to stand before him. Marc cupped his face, thumbs brushing over the soft skin before claiming his mouth with a hungry kiss. Within seconds, they were grinding against each other, clutching at the others’ shirts, their desperate noises filling the room. Marc broke the kiss with a gasp to slow things down.

He took a moment to catch his breath before speaking. “Are you ready to try something new tonight? Remember, you can always use your safeword.”

Foster nodded shakily. “I know. I will if I have to, but I really want this.”

“Good boy,” Marc gave Foster another quick kiss. “Now, undress for me. Slowly.”

Foster’s hands trembled slightly as he unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall open to reveal the pale expanse of his chest. Marc stepped back, sitting on the edge of the bed to enjoy the show. Foster shrugged out of his shirt, folding it neatly before placing it on the dresser. His fingers hesitated at his belt buckle.

“Go on,” Marc encouraged. “Let me see all of you.”

With a deep breath, Foster continued, working the belt through the loops and sliding it free with a soft hiss of leather against fabric. He pushed his pants down his slender legs, revealing pale blue boxers, tented by his obvious arousal. When he bent to remove his shoes and socks, Marc noticed the elegant arch of his spine, the vulnerable nape of his neck decorated with soft blond hair.

“The underwear, too,” Marc said, his voice rougher than he intended.

Foster still wouldn’t meet his eyes but hooked his thumbs in the waistband, hesitating for a moment before sliding them down before kicking them aside. He stood naked before Marc, his cock hard and straining, his gaze landing on everything in the room except Marc.

“Look at me.” Marc kept his command gentle.

When Foster lifted his eyes, Marc noted both desire and uncertainty radiating back at him. Marc's chest tightened from the vulnerability that Foster was brave enough to display to him.

“Beautiful,” Marc whispered, standing to approach his trembling boy. “Absolutely beautiful.”

Foster blushed, the red blooming in his cheeks then down his neck to his chest. “But I'm not—”

Marc placed a finger against Foster’s lips. “Don’t argue with Daddy. When I give you a compliment, you say ‘thank you’.”

Foster swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Thank you, Daddy," he whispered against Marc's finger.

“That’s my best boy.” Marc circled around Foster, admiring him from every angle. He couldn’t resist trailing a finger down Foster’s spine, allowing it to briefly dip into the top of his crease. “Lie down on the bed now. On your back.”

Foster complied immediately, his movements eager yet graceful as he positioned himself in the center of the mattress. Marc took his time undressing, folding each garment with deliberate precision, aware of Foster’s eyes following his every move. The anticipation thickened the air between them, a palpable thing that made each breath heavier, each moment an eternity.

When Marc was finally naked, he joined Foster on the bed, he settled between his legs. He ran his hands up Foster’s thighs, delighting in the goosebumps that rose in the wake of his touch.

“I'm going to take you apart tonight.” He leaned over, giving one of Foster’s nipples a quick nip, delighting in Foster’s startled gasp. “And then I'm going to put you back together, better than before.”

Foster licked his lips. “Yes, Daddy. I want you to.”

“Tonight, I'm going to open you up nice and slow,” Marc reached for the lube and toy. “Then I’ll work this plug inside you.” He held up the jeweled toy, turning it so the lamplight caught on the base. "And after you’re begging me to let you come, I’ll take it out and fuck you fast and hard.”

“Holy…”

Foster's cock twitched against his stomach, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. Marc swooped down to lick up the sticky dew, his boy’s taste so sweet, he didn’t want to waste a drop. Foster’s moans filled the room as Marc circled his tongue around the head of his cock, quickly pressing the tip into Foster’s slit before pulling back. He grinned, enjoying the way Foster’s hips instinctively lifted, seeking more contact.

“Patience, sweet boy. Daddy will take care of you.” Marc warmed the slick gel of the lube between his fingers before circling Foster's entrance with one digit. “Let me in.”

Foster tensed briefly before taking a deep breath, his thighs falling further apart in surrender. Marc watched his expression carefully as he pressed one finger inside, moving past the tight ring of muscle.

Foster’s lips parted, his eyes widening as he started fucking himself on Marc’s finger. Marc removed the digit, and Foster mewled in protest.

“Be still. Let Daddy stretch you open first.”

“Sorry.” Foster winced. “Oops. It’s only that I want this so much, love everything you do to me.”

Marc smiled. “Don't apologize for wanting me. I love how responsive you are.” He reached between Foster’s cheeks. “Are you going to behave?”

Foster cleared his throat. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll be good.”

Marc rewarded him with another kiss, deeper this time, his tongue sliding against Foster’s as he breached his tight rim again, this time with two slick fingers. Foster whimpered into his mouth but kept his hips still with visible effort, his hands fisting in the sheets beneath him.

“That’s it,” Marc murmured against his lips. “Let your body open up for me.”

He worked his fingers with deliberate patience, searching Foster’s expression for any sign of discomfort. But all he saw was wonder and pleasure, Foster's eyelids fluttering as Marc found his prostate and pressed against the bundle of nerves.

“Oh God!” Foster gasped, his cock jerking against his stomach.

He massaged the sensitive gland with careful precision, gauging Foster’s responses. “How does that feel, baby? You like it when Daddy sticks his fingers in your ass? I bet I can make you come without ever touching your cock. What do you think?”

“I…I don’t know, I…” Foster whipped his head from side to side, his eyes screwed shut.

Marc watched the emotions play across Foster's face—ecstasy, vulnerability, and a hint of overwhelmed panic. He eased the pressure slightly, allowing him to catch his breath.

“Open your eyes for me.” When his blue eyes fluttered open, still hazy with pleasure, Marc smiled. “There you are. You're doing so well for me, taking my fingers like you were made for this.”

Foster's breathing steadied somewhat, though his chest still rose and fell rapidly. “I always hoped it would feel this good.”

Marc smiled, twisting his hand while separating his fingers to stretch him further. “It's about to feel even better.” He removed his fingers, ignoring Foster’s cry of protest. “I’ll make you that way many other nights. I have something else planned for tonight,” He reached for the plug, coating it generously with lube. “Lift your legs and hold them open.”

Marc helped Foster position himself. His gaze flicked down to take in the sight of Foster’s exposed hole, pretty and pink, with the slightest dusting of light hairs around the wrinkled opening. Foster turned his head to the side in obvious embarrassment.

“Watch me.” Marc held up the plug. “This is going to be inside you soon, stretching you open, a reminder of who you belong to when I’m not here.”

Foster’s gaze fixed on the toy, his pupils dilated. When he was satisfied that Foster was in the present, he positioned the slick tip against his entrance, applying gentle pressure without pushing in.

“Breathe for me.” Marc gave a slight twist of his wrist. “Deep breath in... and out slowly.”

As Foster exhaled, Marc increased the pressure, the plug’s tapered end breaching the snug rim. As Marc pushed deeper, spreading his hole wider, Foster gasped, his body tensing momentarily before relaxing again.

“That's it.” Marc groaned at the sight of Foster’s stretched rim wrapped around the hard object, the toy slowly disappearing into his ass with each gentle, rocking motion. “Your body knows what to do. Just relax and let it happen.”

Foster’s moans increased, his head thrashing again, his cock leaking against his stomach.

“Almost there, baby.” His own cock was achingly hard at the sight of Foster taking the toy up his ass so well. “Push out a bit, it helps.”

Foster nodded, his brow creasing, and with a final push, the plug slipped past the widest point until the jeweled base nestled snugly against his entrance.

“Fuck. I wish you could see how gorgeous you are, that pretty hole all plugged up for me.” Marc ran his hands up and down the backs of Foster's trembling thighs. “How does it feel?”

Foster blinked rapidly, his mouth slack as he seemed to consider Marc’s question. “Full. So full. And... oh!” His eyes widened as he shifted slightly. “It’s right there, God, it's right there.”

One corner of Marc’s mouth quirked in a smile. “That’s right, baby boy.” He nudged the base, and Foster cried out. “Right against your gland. Think about how you’ll be wearing it when I’m not here. No matter what you do, you won’t be able to escape the unrelenting sensations. And you’ll know I’m the one who gave them to you, that I control your pleasure.”

Foster's eyes glazed over, his chest heaving with rapid breaths. “You... you really want me to wear it when you're not here?”

“That’s right,” Marc’s smile widened, his voice deepening into a low rumble as he pressed gently on the base of the plug again. “We’ll work out a schedule. Maybe you’ll wear it while you’re restoring an antique. Or when you're running errands, feeling it shift inside you with every step.”

A whimper escaped Foster’s throat, his cockhead turning an angry red, leaving a fresh smear of precum. “Everyone would know...”

Marc leaned down, licking up the fresh liquid on Foster’s belly. “No one would know but us. You’ll be carrying our secret around, a constant reminder that you’re mine and no one else’s.”

“Yesss…” Foster hissed.

“Let me help you lower your legs so you can roll over. It’s time to replace that plug with my cock.”

Foster shuddered at Marc’s words, his body becoming pliant in Marc’s hands. After massaging Foster’s joints and making sure he was comfortable, he guided him onto his stomach. Foster let out small grunts, which were likely caused by the plug shifting inside him, teasing his prostate. Foster buried his face in the pillow and let out a long moan.

“No hiding,” Marc said, dragging his palm down Foster’s spine. “I want to hear every sound you make.” He grabbed another pillow with one hand and tapped Foster’s hip with the other. “Push up so I can put this pillow beneath you. That’s it, perfect.”

Marc took a moment to appreciate his work. Foster’s ass was propped up nicely, his legs bent at the knees to further open him up, to make it easier for Marc to go balls deep. The sight of the plug’s ornate base protruding from his stretched hole was magnificent. Someday, if Foster were ever brave enough, he’d take a picture of him like this and make Foster look at it while he jacked him off.

Marc swiped the back of his hand across his forehead. He needed to pick up the pace. Pretty soon, he’d reach the point of no return and come before he’d had the chance to pierce that tight hole.

He reached for the lube again, along with a condom. They’d get on the same page with protection before their next encounter, but for now, Marc put the rubber on, then slicked up his cock with a generous amount of lube. He tapped the base of the plug, Foster jerking and gasping with each small strike.

Marc sucked in a sharp breath, grabbing the base of his dick before he ended up ruining their night. It was most definitely time to get that plug out. Playing with Foster’s ass was way too much fun, but now he was aching to be inside it.

“Okay, sweetheart. I’m taking out the plug, but your body is going to want to hold onto it. Don’t resist, let it go.”

As Marc gently twisted and turned the toy, he was mesmerized by how Foster was responding to the experience. Soft cries and whimpers escaped his lips, his body trembling with each careful tug. When the widest part stretched his rim, Foster arched his back beautifully.

“That’s it.” Marc held in a groan as the plug finally slipped free. “Look at you, so open and ready for my cock.”

Foster’s hole clenched and relaxed as if beckoning him. Marc couldn't resist dipping his thumb inside, feeling the slick heat that he needed wrapped around his throbbing cock. Foster pushed back against the intrusion, gripping him.

“Daddy, please. I need you inside me.”

Marc positioned himself behind Foster, the head of his cock nudging against the slick, stretched entrance. He clasped Foster’s hip with one hand, using the other to guide himself into that inviting heat.

“Take a deep breath for me, baby.” His voice was thick and throaty, his own need on th verge of consuming him. “I'm bigger than that plug.”

Foster inhaled shakily, and as he exhaled, Marc pushed forward, breaching the tight ring of muscle. The sensation was exquisite—hot, silky pressure enveloping the sensitive head of his cock.

Despite the plug's preparation, Foster was still deliciously tight around him. “So perfect for me.”

Foster’s body yielded beautifully, accepting the intrusion with a shuddering sigh that transitioned into a low, keening moan as Marc sank deeper.

"Oh God,” Foster clawed at the sheets. “It’s so much...”

Marc cocooned Foster with his body, his chest to Foster’s back. He whispered into his ear, “Too much?”

“Not enough, need more,” Foster begged.

Marc clamped his mouth on the crook of Foster’s neck right as he slammed home. His body remained caged around Foster’s as he rammed into him over and over. He laced their fingers together above Foster’s head, holding onto him with a tight grip.

Time seemed to collapse as Marc lost himself in the rhythm of their fucking. Every thrust drew a whimper or cry from Foster, whose body accepted him so perfectly it was as if they'd been made for each other. Foster’s tight passage gripping his cock, the way he begged, the scent of their mingled sweat—it all combined into an intoxicating symphony of sensation.

“That's it, take my cock.” Marc growled against Foster’s ear, his hips snapping forward. “Take it, take it, take it ,” he grunted. “You’re mine now. Tell me who you belong to.”

“Y-you, Daddy,” Foster stammered, his voice breaking on a harsh thrust. “Only you.”

Foster’s words made him come undone, and he shoved a hand beneath Foster, grabbing his cock. He’d barely started tugging when Foster let out a sharp cry, his release pushing Marc over the precipice, tumbling down with him.

Marc collapsed against Foster, their bodies slick with sweat, breaths coming in ragged gasps. For several moments, they remained joined, Marc’s weight pressing Foster into the mattress, neither willing to break the connection quite yet. Foster’s passage still fluttered around him with aftershocks, each tiny contraction sending renewed waves of pleasure to Marc’s sensitized cock.

“How’s my sweet baby?” Marc nuzzled Foster’s neck, placing a gentle kiss on the damp skin.

“Mmm…” Foster hummed, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Fantastic. I’ve clearly been missing out.”

Marc placed a kiss on his shoulder this time. “Excellent. That’s what I was going for., to show you how good it can be.”

In truth, he was relieved by Foster’s answer. Even though he’d seemed to be enthusiastically enjoying everything as it was happening, the protective part of Marc always needed extra reassurance.

Carefully, Marc withdrew, both of them wincing slightly. He disposed of the condom in the small wastebasket beside the bed, then returned to gather Foster into his arms. Foster came willingly, tucking his head beneath Marc's chin, their legs tangling together. If he spent a thousand years searching for the perfect boy, the one meant for him, he’d never find anyone better than Foster.

“Daddy?” Foster lifted his head. “Were you serious about, you know, wearing the plug during the day?”

Marc smirked. “Deadly.”

Foster grinned. “Good.”

Oh yes. Foster was perfect.