~Reynold’s POV~
With a sudden, powerful surge, he thrust forward, burying every single inch of his massive cock deep inside me until his hips slammed flush against my thighs.
"Fuck, Frederick—"
He gripped my waist with both hands, pinning me down into the mattress, and began to move.
"Frederick, please—!"
"Call me daddy," he commanded, his rhythm accelerating into a deep, punishing drive.
I kept my lips pressed together, refusing to give in, my breath hitching as he filled me completely.
"You want to be stubborn, right?" he growled, reading the defiance in my locked jaw.
I didn’t answer him, squeezing my eyes shut as the stretch became a sweet, heavy ache.
Without warning, Frederick pulled back slightly and pounded hard inside me three rapid, brutal times, striking my prostate with pinpoint, devastating accuracy.
"Ah—! Yes, Daddy, fuck me!" The words tore out of my throat before I could stop them.
Frederick smiled, a dark, triumphant look flashing in his eyes. He leaned down, hooking his arms under my knees, spreading my legs even wider so he could watch himself swallow me whole. With one hand, he pinned both of my wrists to the mattress above my head, while his other hand clamped onto the back of my thigh, hiking my leg high into the air.
Then, he started slamming into me with relentless, driving force.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The deafening, wet sound of our skin colliding filled the quiet room, echoing off the luxury suite’s walls.
"Fuck, please—!" It felt so impossibly sweet, every single thrust of his thick cock hitting that exact, sensitive spot deep inside me. I whined willingly, arching my back off the mattress. "Yes, Daddy, fuck me! Make me cum again—!"
The sound of his heavy hip movements and my desperate cries filled the air, blending into a symphony of raw, unfiltered heat. Frederick didn’t slow down for a second. He hammered into me harder, his weight a heavy, grounding anchor as my legs began to shake violently from the intensity.
"Fuck—!" I screamed, stars dancing behind my closed eyelids.
"You better never let anyone else do this to you," Frederick gritted out, voice thick with fierce, possessive heat as he pounded into me. "I’ll fuck you exactly the way you need, Reynold. Don’t you ever give yourself to anyone else. Understood?"
I nodded frantically against the pillow, tears of sheer pleasure streaming down my temples. "I won’t—I’m yours, Daddy, I’m all yours—!" I was enjoying it so much I felt like I was losing my mind.
Sensing I was reaching the edge again, Frederick reached down, his large hand wrapping around my weeping cock. He began stroking me in time with his deep, heavy thrusts, hammering my prostate with every single stroke. My toes curled so hard they cramped, my whole body locking up.
"Yes, little pet... that’s Daddy’s cock inside you. Take it all," he praised darkly.
"Ah—huh—I’m going to cum—!" I cried out.
He sped up, fucking me faster and harder, chasing his own release while driving me over the cliff. Right as he slammed into me with a final, earth-shattering thrust, I came screaming, my body convulsing in a violent, blinding wave of pleasure. My cock shot another hot stream across my own stomach and his hand as I shattered around his heavy length, shaking uncontrollably as I hit my second orgasm.
Frederick didn’t stop even as I came; he roared a low oath, riding out the final, frantic seconds of my climax before his own body seized. With a few more brutal, punishing thrusts to make sure I was completely spent and stretched, he pulled me tighter against him, his movements turning wild and desperate as he chased his release.
"Turn around," he panted, barely giving me a second to breathe.
In one swift, seamless motion, he flipped me onto my stomach, hoisting me up into doggy style. He grabbed both of my hands, pulling them behind my back and locking them in one massive fist, while his other hand reached around to grip my hip, spreading my cheeks wide so he could look at my dripping, gaping entrance. He slid his thick, condom-clad cock right back inside me with a wet, heavy shove that knocked the breath straight out of my lungs.
"Please, Daddy, harder—deeper!" I sobbed into the mattress, my hips instinctively pushing back to meet every single savage lunge.
"I’m going to cum, little pet... take my cock—!" Frederick groaned, his voice cracking.
He pounded into me with ruthless power, the sound of our hips slapping together deafening in the room. Every single thrust hit my prostate with a sledgehammer’s force, and with no friction left to spare, I came a third time completely hands-free, screaming into the sheets as my inner walls milked him dry.
Right as my third orgasm crested, Frederick let out a deep, guttural roar. He buried himself to the absolute hilt inside the condom, holding me trapped beneath his weight as he emptied every last drop of his heavy, scorching heat deep inside me.
"Yeah... fuck, you’re so sweet, little pet," he panted, giving my reddened, sensitive ass a sharp, stinging spank right through his release as he shuddered through his final contractions.
He stayed there, buried deep inside me, his chest heaving against my back as we both fought to drag oxygen back into our burning lungs.
Slowly, as the frantic edge of the heat faded into a heavy exhaustion, Frederick gently pulled out of me. He tied off the condom, discarded it to the floor, and settled back down onto the mattress. He reached over with a gentle strength, he turned me onto my side, hauled me up against his bare chest, and pulled the duvet over us.
He pressed a soft, lingering kiss into my messy hair. "You did so great, Reynold."
His hand rubbed soothingly up and down my spine as he asked, his voice softening, "How do you feel? Did you enjoy it?"
I nodded tiredly against his collarbone, a small, breathless smile touching my lips. "I did... but my hole hurts so much."
Frederick let out a low, rumbling chuckle, his fingers tracing slow, comforting circles over my bruised skin. "That’s the work of your sugar daddy. Tell me... is there anything you want Daddy to buy you to say sorry?"
I let out a soft sniffle and nodded into his chest. "Just... hold me for a while. You took all my energy."
Frederick smiled softly, the fierce heat of moments before melting into something warm and tender. He reached up, gently lifting my chin before pressing one last lingering kiss to my lips. Then he pulled me close against his chest, holding me tightly in the quiet comfort of the bed.
After a while, Frederick looked down at me, brushing a damp lock of hair from my forehead.
"What do you want to eat, Reynold? I can have them prepare anything you want, or I can drive us out."
I blinked sleepily and shook my head. "What if people see us together? You said you wanted to keep us a secret, remember?"
"Why worry about that?" Frederick replied, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Besides, I’d take you to a completely private dining room, not just any random place."
"I’m too tired anyway," I murmured, burying my face against his chest. "I just want to rest."
"I know you are, but you still need to eat, okay?" He murmured.
"Just order something for me," I mumbled, my eyes already growing heavy. "Anything you order, I’ll eat."
"Alright, I’ll place the order," he said, kissing the top of my head. "Then you’re going to take a shower and eat. We still have plenty of time to relax before we leave for the party tonight."
"Alright... What about my clothes?" I asked, remembering that I didn’t have anything here.
"They’ll be delivered before it’s time," Frederick assured me.
"Okay."
"Rest your head for a minute so I can make the call."
I nodded, and Frederick gently settled my head onto the pillow before slipping out of bed. He walked over to the bedside table, picked up the landline, and placed our order. After hanging up, he disappeared into the master bathroom for a while before returning to the bedroom.
By the time he came back, my eyelids were already fluttering shut.
Frederick climbed back onto the mattress and moved toward me from behind. He pressed a warm kiss to my bare shoulder, his voice low and gentle against my skin.
"Come on, let’s get you in the shower."
I rolled over and looked up at him with a tired pout. "Carry me."
Frederick chuckled, the sound rich and fond. "Anything for my little pet."
He climbed out of bed, walked around to my side, and scooped me effortlessly into his arms, carrying me straight into the bathroom.
The shower was warm, slow, and soothing. He was remarkably gentle with me, washing away the sweat and exhaustion with careful hands. When we were done, he wrapped a fluffy towel around my wet hair and slipped a plush bathrobe over my shoulders before putting one on himself.
Just as we stepped back into the bedroom, a soft knock sounded at the door. Frederick went to answer it, and a hotel staff member pushed a room-service trolley into the room. He wheeled it over to the table and carefully arranged the dishes on top before quietly leaving.
Frederick took my hand and led me over to the sitting area. He sat down first, then gently pulled me onto his lap. Several dishes were spread across the table. When he asked what I wanted, I simply pointed tiredly at the nearest plate.
I reached out to feed myself, but Frederick gently caught my wrist and shook his head.
"Let me," he murmured.
He scooped up a bite and fed me, making sure I ate until I was completely full. He ate a little himself before setting the tray aside and telling me to get some proper rest until it was time to leave for the party.
I crawled back under the heavy duvet, and it wasn’t long before I drifted off into a deep, exhausted sleep.
I slept so deeply that I didn’t even notice when my clothes were delivered. When I finally woke up hours later, blinking against the light in the suite, I looked over at Frederick, who was reading something on his phone.
"You’re awake," he said, glancing over at me. "How do you feel?"
"Better," I whispered, rubbing my eyes.
"Good. Your clothes have been delivered."
I sat up straight, instantly curious. "I want to see them."
"They’re on the sofa over there," he said, gesturing toward a sleek black garment bag resting there in the sitting area.
I hopped out of bed, padded across the floor, and unzipped the bag. The moment I pulled out the outfit, my jaw dropped.
"Whose clothes are these?!" I gasped.
"Yours," Frederick replied smoothly from across the room.
"No way," I sputtered, staring at the sheer, form-fitting outfit in disbelief. "I’m not wearing this. It looks like a stripper’s outfit! Never. I’m not putting this on."
Frederick walked over and leaned against the table, an amused glint in his eyes. "It’s not that bad. Besides... that’s what I like."
"I refuse." I crossed my arms stubbornly.