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disappeared into the bedroom.
    My excited breaths came quicker as I waited, wondering.
    Would he fuck me here on the leather sofa, or in the bedroom? Would he put me on all fours or have me on my back? I was so grateful not to have to make any of these decisions. I felt so privileged to be the vessel for this man’s lust it was a little insane. I glanced down to see the outline of my hard-on in the red leather pants. I think Ryan appreciated the fact that, at my age, the turnaround time was almost non-existent. Like my dick was aware of everything it had missed for so many years and refused to lose any opportunities.
    I closed my eyes, remembering his mouth on it just a short time ago. I’d never been sucked off by a woman and I recoiled from the idea of softness or tentativeness in that situation. I craved a man’s mouth on my dick, my balls and ass. To be eaten by another man felt primal and wild. A woman’s mouth would never satisfy me. I knew this for a fact.
    “Henry. Take off your boots, socks and pants and come here,” he called from the bedroom.
    Bedroom it is, then.
    I hastily undressed, so eager to relinquish my clothes I ended up tripping and falling onto my naked ass, which still smarted from the paddling.
    Ryan popped his head out the bedroom door. “Don’t hurt yourself, Henry.”
    “No, Sir.” How embarrassing.
    I finally got the pants off and walked quickly over to him. “I’m ready now, Sir.”
    His hand slid behind my head and pulled my face toward his. He kissed me passionately and deeply for several intense moments.
    “I know,” he said when he finally pulled away. “So am I. I have a question for you though.”
    “Yeah?”
    His hand gently stroked the side of my face. “Do you want a vanilla fucking or a kinky fucking for your first time? I’ll do either one.”
    I thought about it for a minute. I looked around him into the bedroom and saw something on his dresser that intrigued me. “Looks like you’ve already prepared for a kinky fucking.”
    He blushed. Mr. Leather Daddy blushed. “Well, I… old habits die hard. But I suddenly thought maybe you’d prefer something softer… for the first time.”
    I shrugged. If the past few weeks had taught me anything, it was that I had not a clue about what my body needed or even wanted. Ryan, however, seemed to have a sixth sense about me. I was willing to put myself in his hands.
    “Do whatever you want, Sir.”
    “Call me Ryan,” he said softly.
    “Do whatever you want, Ryan. I trust you.”
    He kissed me again, gently. When he pulled away, his eyes seemed to look into my soul. “You’re so strong, Henry.”
    I couldn’t help smiling and looking at him strangely. “How can I be strong when I let you dominate me all the time?”
    “There are many kinds of strengths, Henry. Now get onto my bed. On all fours and spread your legs.”
    “Yes, Sir. Can I call you that again?”
    “Of course, pretty boy.”
    “Can I call you Daddy?”
    There was a moment of silence.
    “Not if you don’t want me to come before I’m even inside you,” he finally said in a strained voice.
    Interesting.
    “Now be quiet and do as you’re told. No talking unless it’s important. Tell me if anything hurts or feels bad, of course. Other than that, silence.”
    I nodded, getting into position. He’d taken the comforter and blankets off the bed, so I kneeled on the clean blue sheets and waited.
    He took something off the dresser and approached me. “This will keep your knees spread for me.”
    He attached the spreader bar to just below my knees with leather cuffs that he buckled tight. “I’d normally buckle your wrists behind your back but for a first fucking I don’t want to do that.”
    “But can we do it another time?”
    Again, he chuckled. “Yes, Henry.” He gave my ass a swat. “I told you to be quiet.”
    “Sorry, Sir.”
    I quieted, focusing on the sensations I felt as Ryan prepared me. He took his time and I wondered how he could stand