Page 98 of Dangle

“Can wait,” I said, interrupting him. There was no way I would let him practice without first eating something, especially not after getting him off twice in the last hour.

Marta looked conflicted until Trey smiled. “He’s right. I need to eat first.”

She patted his cheek and waved us to the table bathed in sunlight off the family room. “Go. I will bring food.”

I pulled out a chair facing the living area and kitchen so I could watch Marta while I played with my new toy. My hand slid over his thigh. Fingertips brushing his cock as I turned the plug on to the lowest setting.

“Daddy!” The word was barely audible even to me sitting right next to him.

“It’s going to be a beautiful day,” I said, turning off the plug, then turning it back on.

“You’re a prick.”

“Such a funny way to say thank you,” I laughed.

Things continued in the same vein even once Marta delivered our food, with me turning the plug on and off in between bites and drinks.

I finally gave him a reprieve when his hand gripped my thigh, squeezed it hard enough I was sure to have bruises, and he whimpered, “I’m gonna…”

I smirked, turning it up two notches intentionally with a muttered, “Oops,” before shutting it off and placing the remote in my pocket.

“Thank fuck,” he whispered.

“So pretty,” I murmured, “with your face all pink and your caged cock leaking for me. Should I take you to the powder room so you can come when we finish eating?”

“Pl…plea…se. Please.”

“We’ll see.”

He groaned. Life was fucking marvelous.

I let him come after breakfast in the powder room as I suggested. Then, while walking the grounds before lunch, I turned the vibrator on, letting it buzz incessantly as Trey showed me his home. As the house came into sight through the dense trees, I yanked his pants down, pulled out the plug, and fucked him against a tree, enjoying filling my cum dumpster now that we’d both been tested and ditched the condoms.

Afterward, I licked him clean through the cage while he whined. “It’s so fucking weird being so horny and not being hard.”

“Good weird or bad?” I asked as I lubed up the plug and reinserted it before dropping the empty package back in the Ziploc baggie and shoving it into my pocket.

“Good. It makes me very aware of you even when you’re not right next to me, and it makes me so horny I’m fucking jittery.”

“Good, that’s what it’s meant for.”

Trey’s mother was in the kitchen directing the staff through last-minute prep when we returned after we walked the riverbank for a bit to allow Trey time to settle after the last orgasm.

“There you two are. Our guests will be arriving within the next two hours. So, you two should get showered and changed.”

“Where’s Dad? Trey asked.

“Still in meetings. He will join us after.”

Trey nodded and headed toward the stairs. I followed, my hand on his back. With people arriving soon, and Trey having been locked up and plugged since breakfast, I had everyintention of fucking him silly with the hope he crashed for at least an hour. Hopefully two.

“Trey,” Oksana called out, and my boy paused, turning back to his mother. She came close, glancing behind her and then at me before saying, “Your father was very unhappy you missed practice this morning. He told me to remind you of expectations and due diligence.”

Donnie could go fuck himself in my opinion, but Trey’s mouth lifted in more of a grimace than a smile before he replied, “Thank you, Mama.”

He continued up the stairs in utter silence, but the tension in his body spoke volumes. I opened my mouth to ask after him, only to pause when he whispered, “Whatever he does, don’t react, okay. Just let me handle it. You have to stay out of it. He’ll do his damnedest to get a reaction out of you, then use it against you. Promise me, Slone. I need you to promise.”

I nodded, “I promise.”