Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
He had no doubts about giving his life to Sandro. He'd always be taken care of by Daddy, and he'd always make Daddy feel loved.
"Fuck, boy, I won't last long in that tight little asshole. Go on, milk your Daddy…"
Kevin whined into the pillow, possessed by the need to offer all of himself as he rocked back onto the thick dick to make Daddy come inside him.
Legs spread, lightheaded under Daddy's weight, he was exactly where he needed to be.
"Not fast enough, baby. Ready?"
Kevin only uttered a whimper when Sandro started fucking him in earnest, sawing into his body with the sole purpose of release. With each thrust, his cock nudged Kevin's prostate, but the force made Kevin’s dick rub against the mattress, pushing him to the edge of orgasm at a rapid speed.
"That's it," Sandro grunted, and once his thrusts got so hard they bordered on aggressive, Kevin knew his man was coming. "Yeah… deep inside you, all mine," he muttered, squeezing Kevin's neck as he reached under him to Kevin's cock.
"Go on, fuck yourself on it," Sandro whispered into Kevin's ear, and his deep baritone made Kevin follow the order without question.
Suspended on the verge of orgasm, he only needed to rock himself between Sandro's cock and his warm hand a couple of times. His ass clenched on Sandro's dick and all he could think of when climaxing was how full he was of Daddy's spunk.
They took their time catching their breaths, and at some point Kevin rolled over under Sandro, open to hugs and lazy kisses.
It was Sandro who spoke first, glancing at the ceiling as he caressed Kevin with his fingertips. “I still want you to never enter that room,” he said softly. “Sometimes, I will bring people there, and I don’t want you to see it. In some ways, I’m glad you now know, but wouldn’t like you to be a part of it in any way. Do you understand? You’re my safe harbor.”
Kevin wrapped his arms around Sandro’s neck and kissed him again, all warm and fuzzy on the inside when he heard himself described that way. “I do. But what about… Roberto? Should I help you with the body?”
Sandro snorted. He actually snorted about something this serious. “No, baby boy, I’ve got this. You don’t need to worry. All you need to remember is that you saved my life.”
“What… happened down there?”
Sandro rolled over to the side, but kept holding Kevin in his loving embrace. “Someone paid him to get rid of me, and he took the offer in a misguided attempt to show off his skills. I guess he did almost get to me, but in my line of work ‘almost’ isn’t good enough.”
Kevin trembled when he thought that Roberto could have succeeded, but he’d now have to live with the knowledge that Sandro’s job was a dangerous one.
“Will I have to stay on this island forever?” he asked, still unsure of how his future was to look, despite thinking he’d known it all just twenty-four hours ago.
Sandro kissed his cheek, his dark eyes twinkling with amusement. “No. That rule used to be a safety measure. I would still like you to consider this our home, but if you want to do art school, you should. We will make arrangements, but I expect to be consulted on important things. I’m your Daddy after all. And since I know I can trust you, I would also like to take you to a few places every now and then.”
Kevin nodded, soaking up Sandro’s words to better understand his new reality.
“I love you, Daddy,” was all he could come up with in the end.
He almost wished he hadn’t crossed the threshold of the secret room, but as strange as it was, the tragic incident might have ultimately secured their relationship. His bond with Daddy would be rooted in honesty, even if the truth was ugly.
Epilogue
“See? I told you it would all work out fine,” Brandon said, prompting Kevin to roll his eyes as he stretched on Brandon’s white leather sofa.
“Just admit that you’re a pimp already, jeez,” he said, stroking Cronut’s white fur.
Brandon touched his chest. He was sporting a pearlescent manicure today, and it completed his ice prince look. “Excuse me? I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just help people connect.”
Kevin snorted. “For a small fee,” he said in Brandon’s voice.
This time, Brandon laughed and sat down next to him, putting his feet up. “Matchmaker, souteneur. Tom-ah-to, tom-ay-to.”
More like ‘tomato, potato’, but at least Brandon finally admitted the truth. “I knew it!”
Brandon shrugged and pulled Cronut into his lap. “How’s your Daddy then? It’s been over two years now. Should I start asking around for new suitors?”
Kevin’s cheeks flushed. “No! We’re in love, thank you very much.”
Brandon smirked. “Yeah, right, like you don’t have admirers at school.”