Page 40 of For Life
“No, I want it too,” I pulled him back to me, feeling our hard cocks rub one another, “claim me again. Same rules as the cabin. I'll say the safe-word if I need to.”
“Just like in the cabin, kitten.” Maxx licked his lips and then took me in from head to waist. He went for my shirt, pulling it over my head before following suit with his own. “But not just today.”
“Yes! Please, Daddy?”
“Is that what you want,” Maxx made quick work of my sweatpants, kicking them off along with his own shorts until we were naked and pressed together from lips to toes. “You want me to be your Daddy?”
The word came out so easily when I’d said it while begging, but I could only nod to his question. Maxx taking both our dicks in hand was also a tad distracting.
“God, yes, please, Daddy?”
What I was begging for—Maxx being my Daddy or just getting us off—I wasn’t sure, but like most things with us, it was usually both. He started out slow, working us up as I reached around to play with his ass. At his nod, I sucked on a finger and slipped it between his cheeks to rim his asshole. Maxx groaned in pleasure and picked up speed when I breached his hole. There wasn’t anything I’d tried in bed with Maxx that we hadn’t liked, and this was no different.
Making out like teenagers while rubbing off on each other should have been simple. Frot, cum, cleanup. But Maxx kept saying all the naughty things he knew I loved between kisses and nips to my jaw and along my neck.
“You’re mine, tiger. My pet to play with and show off, so everyone can see how amazing you are. If I want you fuck you, ride your dick, or put you in chastity, that is up to me, yes?”
His words were all Dominant with a capital D, but Maxx still deferred to me. Always negotiating and adjusting for my needs. I hadn’t been looking for a Daddy, but I had found my perfect match.
“Yes, Daddy,” I purred from deep in my throat as he rubbed our combined precum around our heads for lube, “I’m yours to use as you please. Use me. Claim me.”
“Fuck…” Maxx groaned as his rhythm stuttered and grip tightened.
I felt his cock pulse against mine and he bit into my shoulder. The first waves of my orgasm hit me right as I felt his hot cum covering my cock and stomach. I followed quickly after, my cum joining his and setting off another spurt from Maxx. Our sensitive dicks jerked against each other in a loop of overwhelming pleasure.
When our breathing had calmed and I’d pointed Maxx towards the wet wipes on my dresser, he cleaned us up. Handing me the coffee, which was half melted by that point, we sat against the wall on my bed, legs locked around each other to maintain contact. Between side glances and random smiles, we both ate a donut before either of us spoke.
“So, yeah,” I started, setting my cup aside to avoid looking at Maxx, “I want you to be my Daddy and claim me as yours. If I can claim you as mine?”
“It’s a deal.”
“Pinkie promise?”
Maxx hooked his pinkie with mine before pulling me close with an arm around my shoulders. He didn’t let go of my finger though.
“I can’t wait to play with you and show everyone this tiger has been claimed.”
MAXX
TWO MONTHS LATER
BEINGANT’SDADDYWASthe best feeling in the world. Ant helped me with studying in preparation for going to Berkeley School of Law, and I helped them with plans to start a bakery featuring Italian and Basque recipes. I’d have no salary for three years—except working part time as a security guard—and Ant needed to save more before he got a brick and mortar location, but we had big plans. And those plans always included one another.
We had talked about Ant going to college, but they were only interested in business or culinary classes and not a degree, so I’d helped get them enrolled in a city college part time. Well, after my mom and sister met them, they took the reins on getting Ant into college, including a new backpack and notebooks. My sister was always going to be happy with whoever I ended up being serious with, though I did have to grovel a bit over the damage to her cabin. My mom approved more than I ever could have expected, not even batting an eye at using they/them pronouns or my not being with a woman.
“They are ta in Chinese. Boy, girl, whatever, still ta,” my mama smiled at Ant to show her support, “it does not matter in Mandarin. So long as Man-Lóng chose you, I choose you too.”
Ant had smiled right back and said of course he would always choose Man-Lóng, but I knew he didn’t mean my name. The feisty brat had gotten a spanking that night for making me blush.
We hadn’t been back to the club after becoming partners, Ant needing time to heal physically and mentally. I was happy to wait forever, but Ant insisted that their Daddy needed to go out the weekend before starting graduate school.
“I was right,” my voice was loud enough to carry down to Ant’s spot at my feet, “It is fun showing you off.”
Ant rubbed against my teg and purred, eyes closed in contentment behind their black mask. The new addition, a leash attached to Ant’s collar, had been something we’d only tried in the privacy of their bedroom or my place. We agreed to try it at the X Club, Ant said they felt more secure when tethered to me.
They wouldn’t stay on the leash though.
Our plan was for a repeat of the first time we played, but with only me in pursuit. I was eager to see my kitten prowling the club, chasing and capturing them so that I could claim them for everyone to see.