“Oh, baby boy. Your skin is so red. So gorgeous. You’ll get a nice reminder of me every time you sit down next week.”
I smile. A part of Timber will stay with me long after our weekend together is over.
He sucks on the angry patch of skin he’s bitten several times now, and the pain blooms—hot and consuming. My breath comes in fast pants. I could come from this. I will if he doesn’t stop soon.
He releases me and gives my ass a gentle kiss. “God, your slick is dripping down your legs. You do like pain, huh?” He says it like he’s surprised. Like he was worried I wouldn’t.
“Yes, Daddy. Please. More.”
His fingers shift within me as he stands up, then they leave me. I almost cry out in protest until I hear the crinkle of a wrapper. He must have found the condoms.
I’ll finally know what real sex feels like. My first time will be out in the open with Timber, looking at a beautiful sunset. It doesn’t matter what happened before. Timber is strong enough to push that memory away.
He brushes something against my opening. It must be his cock. “You want this, baby boy?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I hold my breath. The slow push is different than a dildo, different than his fingers, different than my own. But it doesn’t hurt. Not exactly. At least not in a way that makes me want to be somewhere else. Not in a way that I know I have to tolerate until he’s done.
“Stop,” I say. “Yellow.”
Timber pauses. “Is everything okay? Would you like me to pull out?”
I smile and shake my head. I don’t know how to explain this to him, but I’m going to try.
“Nothing’s wrong. I just… wanted to know I could stop everything.”
He runs his hand up and down my back. “I get that. More than you’ll ever know. I’ll stop the second you want me to, baby boy. All you have to do is ask.”
It’s exactly like I always secretly hoped. Timber understands me. I’m glad he’s behind me, so he can’t see the tears gathering in my eyes.
“Green,” I whisper, my voice thick.
As he enters me, inch by inch, it isn’t just physical. This isn’t just sex. It’s a connection with another human being. I feel ready and completely unprepared at the same time. I want it, but I’m terrified. He’s so big, and his compassion is so wonderful.
How do you handle getting everything you’ve ever wanted, knowing that you only have it because you paid for it?
Maybe that’s how my intended mate felt.
No. Timber isn’t a young boy trapped with an alcoholic father. He didn’t have to go on this trip. His cock is hard within me. He wants this. And I’m going to let myself enjoy it.
When he’s buried all the way to the hilt, he stops. In his videos, he’ll sometimes ask his partners if they’re okay. He’s a big man. If I hadn’t trained myself with dildos, I wouldn’t be able to take him. But Timber doesn’t ask, and it isn’t because he doesn’t care. I’ve noticed that he always checks in with the newbies, but rarely with the men who’ve been in the business for a long time and know their limits. Timber’s silence is a way of telling me that he trusts me.
“You feel good, baby boy. So tight,” he says. His voice is almost a growl, like he’s at the edge of his control.
I want him to let go.
“I can take it rough, Daddy. Please.”
He grabs my hips, and slides out, ramming back into me. It hurts. The hurt is different than his bite, though. Different than the slap of his hand. It’s inside me. Intimate. Everything.
“Hold on. Good boys get what they ask for, and you’ve been such a good boy for me.”
I clutch the edge of the balcony and brace myself. I’ve seen how hard Timber can fuck someone. He’s an animal when he feels like his boy can take it, and I want to take him all.
He withdraws, faster this time, and slams back inside me with brutal force. A whimper escapes my lips. He gives it to me again and again, each thrust jarring me all the way down to my bones. The sound of our skin slapping is loud in the night air. Someone’s going to hear us.
Timber growls, then speeds up. He’s grunting now, and there’s something feral about the noises he’s making. It’s like we’re animals mating. Fucking. And God, that’s so good. So right.
In the distance, I hear the door to the roof open. Someone’s up here. Timber freezes.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper.
He chuckles quietly. “What a naughty boy you are.”
It’s praise. I can hear it in his voice.
He thrusts into me again. Someone could be watching us, and Timber’s still pounding into me. They can hear us come together, hear the squish of my slick. My vision goes white, and I bite my lip to stop myself from screaming as I clamp down hard on his cock and come onto the wall of the balcony. I take in a desperate gasp because the orgasm is so long, I don’t have control over myself. A quiet growl comes from his powerful body and he gives me a few long, powerful thrusts.
Footsteps echo behind us, and the door opens again, slamming shut a second later.
Timber laughs. It makes his cock move inside me, far more gently than before. A tickle, really. It’s nice. Comforting. “I think we’re going to have a good time together, you and I,” he says. He sounds happy.
I made Timber happy.
The pleasure that spreads through my body is better than an orgasm. Maybe this is the afterglow everyone talks about. Or maybe it’s because I pleased my Daddy. I didn’t realize how good that would feel.
“Would it be alright if we went back to our room?” I ask. I hold back the words and cuddle. I want aftercare more than anything right now, but I’m afraid to ask for it—afraid I’ll ruin the moment if I do.
“Yes. I want to bathe you in that big tub. With warm water, I promise. Otherwise that poor ass of yours is going to smart something fierce.”
I relax. Timber’s going to take care of me. Why did I even question that?
“Was it everything you wanted, baby boy?” he asks.
I smile. “Yes. Yes, it was.”
8
Timber
I slowly run a washcloth over Andrew’s arm. He’s laying inside the tub with his eyes closed, on the verge of sleep. I expected him to be insatiable at this point. That’s what the articles on bond aches suggested would happen. I’m not sure why he’s so relaxed. Maybe because it was his first time? Or maybe it’s because I was so rough with him? He can really take a pounding.
I’m proud of him.
If he were my scene partner, I’d discuss working with him again and doing more intense kink. The chemistry between us is wild, and the way he stopped me in the beginning, just to check that he could, was beautiful. It was like watching someone blossom right in front of me. There was no doubt in my mind that he’d stop me if I took things too far. It gave me this heady sense of freedom I rarely experience while filming.
Sometimes subs feel pressured to do too much in the fear that they won’t be hired again if they use their safe word. It’s difficult to truly let go unless I’ve worked with someone multiple times, and I understand their limits well.