Damian POV

He took each and every string of my high and swallowed it. I groaned and pulled his face close to me and kissed his lips. Then I rested my head against his and then spoke softly to him,

"Now, let me fuck you Puppy!"

As soon as these words made their way out of my mouth, I felt Ashton smile at me and then he climbed on top of me. I got so confused of what he was planning to do, but then I saw him lining up my dick in his entrance, trying to get the pleasure that he wanted. But I pushed him down on the bed and held his neck in a chokehold,

"What do you think, you are doing puppy? Did you forget the rules here? I am the Dom and you are my Sub... Now don't you dare try to switch places with me,"

He shook his head and the spoke while gagging on his spit,

"S-sir I wanted t-to have you in m-me... Please let me have you Sir... I need it, it's painful without you!"

I smirked at his words and then leaned over his head and spoke softly to his now turned on self,

"Oh my dear secretary... Don't worry about the pain. Your Sir will make it disappear in a moment... But for that to happen, you need to follow some rules,"

He gave me a urging stare and asked with his soft voice,

"What rules S-sir?"

He asked getting flustered as ever. And I pulled him closer to me. My dick hitting his own and him squirming because of the feeling. I looked deeply in his brown eyes and replied,

"Get on all your fours... I am going to knock you backdoor!"

He gave me a look of puzzlement and then went on the bed and stood on all his fours. His bubble butt sticking up at my face. His glory hole yearning for me, as it was agape for me. I stroked my now even harder dick and then went low and slow on his hole. Teasing him while brushing my tip over his butt cheek and not his hole. He groaned a bit from my teasing, but didn't uttered a single word. After a few more strokes to his butt, I finally entered him. Earning a strained and guttural moan from him. His back arched in a beautiful way as I slammed my dick in his butt one again.

I began my assault on his beautiful self, and earned the deserved moans from his mouth. His hands landed on mine which were resting on his waist. He pulled my hands towards him and I landed on his back. My chest pressed against his soft self. He moaned as he felt me fill him up from a very different angle than usual. His saliva was dripping from his mouth as his lips were parted away and were making him look even more hot. I kissed his shoulder and sucked onto it, leaving a lots of hickeys on his milky skin. Then I got up and held his hands behind his back and tied them with a handkerchief that I found on the bed.

Then I pulled him up and made him turn around as I took my dick out of him and whispered groggily in his red ears,

"Jump on me Puppy... Let me treat you well for those nice moans of yours!"

And he did so. I opened his hand and he wrapped them around my neck as I aligned myself to enter him once again. This time he was the one who was pumping my dick with his hole. His sinful moans and my grunts filling the room with our lewd scent. Me screwing his beautiful self was like dream come true for me. As I kept pumping into him, I heard him moan in my ear,

"I-I am about to c-cum S-sir..."

I grinned at his words and replied back while fucking him relentlessly,

"Yes Puppy... Come for me! Come on my body..."

And as if on the cue, I felt his hot liquid spew on his and my body, covering both of us in it. I continued to assault his hole as I felt my orgasm reaching me. I lay him down on the bed and asked,

"Can I cum for you Puppy?"

He gave me a look of puzzlement and asked,

"Why are you asking Sir?"

I smiled at him and spoke,

"I need to know if my Sub wants me to spray my ejaculation on him or his mouth?"

He gave me a very flushed look and then spoke,

"Cum inside of me Sir!"

So I took off the condom I was wearing and slammed my dick into his hole, earning a painful moan from his side and then shot my load in his hole. I was breeding him, and I fucking loved how his hole tightened up perfectly to suck all my juices in him. I pulled out of him and saw my cum dripping down his beautiful thighs and covering them. I got up and picked him, my cum still drizzling down his legs and made my way to the bathroom for the mandatory aftercare.

"Let me help you with this, Ash,"

I said softly, my voice filled with nothing but love, yes love. Ashton, too drained to argue or protest, simply nodded and stepped into the massive bathtub filled with cold water. I know he likes cold water, and he needs a cold bath due to overheating of his body. His body will stiffen up here, so that he can relax as the water gets heated, the water in the tub began to heat as the time passed and I heard Ashton moan in satisfaction of his muscles getting relaxed. Then I adjusted the water temperature to the perfect warmth, ensuring it was neither too hot nor too cold. The steam began to fill the room, creating a cozy, almost ethereal atmosphere. Ashton began to was himself off, feeling the warm water embrace him like a healing balm.

The giant tub easily accommodated both of them, and me settling behind Ashton, taking a seat at the edge. Reaching for a loofah and a bottle of fragrant bath gel, my movements were deliberate and caring. I poured a generous amount of the gel onto the loofah, and as I began to lather it on him, the room filled with the soothing scent of lavender. I gently started to wash Ashton's back, the soft, circular motions calming and reassuring.

The physical contact, though simple, felt like a lifeline to me. His presence, his silent understanding, and his attentive care were like a lifeline in the turbulent sea of my jumbled ass thoughts. As we continued to was each other, my hands moved with precision and care, washing away not just the grime of the night but also the invisible stains of worry and exhaustion. And Ashton let me rest against him, me occasionally pressing a comforting kiss to his temple. The bath, initially meant for physical cleansing, evolved into something deeper – a moment of shared vulnerability and emotional healing. It was a sanctuary, a place where I could finally let go of the denial of not being in love with him all along.

I saw Ashton closing his eyes, allowing himself to lean into the embrace of the warm water and my tender care. In that oversized, tranquil bathtub, the two of us found solace and connection, forging an unspoken bond.

That was comforting and homey for me...

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