Chapter 199 : You Both Feel Good

Chapter 199 : You Both Feel Good
Chapter 199: You Both Feel Good 

Callan 

Daddy began to thrust in and out of Nick's mouth and my hand, fucking whatever it is we are making.

“So good,” he purred.

“You both feel so good.”

I looked deep into his eyes to check if he is making this up to comfort me or is really enjoying himself and I am surprised to see him drowned in his lust. Does this really compare to fucking me? He seems to think so in any case.

“I am going to cum.” He warned.

“Nick swallowed everything.” 

Now that is surprising, I know my daddy and he is not one to let a free load of cum get away from him if he can prevent it. Why doesn't he want to share his release in a kiss as usual?  I didn't have time to answer that question before he reached his climax, grunting like a wild bear and then he made us move towards the bench where he tied up Nick.

“Did you see how good you made me feel, baby?” He asked.

“Now it is time to make you feel good.” He added, closing a dick ring at the base of my dick.

“Go fuck Nick’s mouth.”

I have too many bad memories with deep-throating to go past my friend's gag reflex, so I don't push into his mouth too deeply. Daddy had started rimming him who moaned around my dick was sending tickles of pleasure in my groan. I feel an orgasm build in my balls before Daddy has even finished preparing Nick. The next half an hour or so was a blissful torture, daddy savagely fucked Nick back hole while I gently thrust in and out of his mouth. I would have cum if I could but the stupid thing at the base of my dick is blocking my climax. I began to plead with daddy to let me reach my release, but he makes me wait until he is almost at his peak before allowing me to remove the annoying ring. 

While I am lost in a deep and violent orgasm that would have made me collapse on the floor if I hadn't been holding myself on the bench. Nick is releasing all over the floor with daddy stroking his dick and apparently filing his condom deep inside his ass. If his groans are any indication. When we all got down from our high, daddy provided the sweetest aftercare to the both of us before he settled Nick in our guest room, the one I used to stay in before. The boy is in no state to go back to his place and it will be fun to have him around tomorrow morning.

“Why didn't you kiss him after the blow-hand-job?” I asked as we are doing our evening routine.

It comes out more ridiculously but he understands all the same.

“If I can't kiss you, I won't kiss any other submissives.” He replied, making me feel weak in the knee once again.

I don't know what I did to deserve this man, but he is just the best. Since I can't kiss him senseless, I just hug him as tight as I can. I will never let him go, I swear to myself.

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Gideon POV 

Hearing my baby tell the story of his personal hell with the son of a bitch who called himself his boyfriend again is almost harder than the first time. I can't hold his hand to comfort him when I see him tense up since he is on the other side of the room, in the witness box next to the judge. Of course, this is all necessary if we want Asher to rot in jail but I don't like one bit of it. My baby isn't as strong as he appears to be, he has been walking up screaming in the middk of the night drenched in sweat, either because he relived Jacob killing Wyatt or after having a nightmare about his gang-rape of the last New year’s, eve. Obviously, the prospect of testifying has been working him up in some way and there will probably be more of these incidents in the coming days. I know he is going to be alright in the end, he will just need a lot of love and comfort.

His past with the ex asshole is not the only thing that is getting in his head. His short abduction left a few more scars than we thought. He was fine getting out of the house with me but he freaked out when he went to the club on his own a few days ago. We had decided he would come to the club for dinner since he was bored on his own in the house and the pain in his ass had receded to acceptable levels. He arrived running into my office, terrified and curled up on my lap, shaking like a leaf. It took me the longest time to calm him down, gently patting his back and pecking his head. When he had relaxed enough, he explained to me how he suddenly panicked when he was alone on the sidewalk and then ran here. He was doing so well that I hadn't thought to ease him into wandering the streets on his own. When he had to go to the club yesterday evening, he refused my offer to return to the house to escort him. He can be stubborn, it is not that he doesn't realize he has been traumatized in some way, but more than that he refuses to let his life be impacted by it. I was waiting behind the door of the club and hugged him as soon as he arrived. He did the walk at a brisk pace, but no panic attack this time.

It seems that what Wyatt did left more scars than the physical ones. I tried to tie my baby up with his arms up for a light teasing scene but he began to hyperventilate as soon as I had pulled the chain to stretch his body up to its maximum. Again, he didn't want to acknowledge the fact that he had been psychologically hurt and refused to safeword. But his body language was clear and I interrupted the scene before it led to a disaster. I will have to get him accustomed to that again progressively. Yesterday evening for instance, I tied him up in a sitting position and it didn't seem to trigger any bad memories. It was just a small scene to relax him before his testimony today, teasing him for a bit before I blew him out of his mind. Those thoughts are a bit inappropriate for the current situation, so I focused again on my baby's speech. Each time he looked at, I mouthed him words of encouragement. I am just proud of him for explaining all the bastard made him endure without breaking down. Yes, he tensed at some of the most horrific details, and his eyes have been watering since he began but his voice doesn't falter. The jury seems genuinely touched by his testimony which is for the best since this is the central piece of the case against Asher.