Page 66 of Pose for Me
Now, my Lane is free, and the people that made his life hell are dead.
As I drive back home, I think about Lane and the sketches he’s posed for over the past week. More of my cum has joined my sketches. Once, after a blow job and I came on his face, he let me draw him as it slid down his cheeks. After I had his ass rough and came all over his cock and balls, he kept his legs spread so I could sketch just his softening dick and heavy sac.
“Fuck,” I grunt, arranging myself in my pants.
On the way back from my kill, I find a boutique near my house and grab Lane some panties of different kinds and colors with the matching bralettes. He’ll look so fucking good in all of them. I ripped the thong before I could sketch it on him. How his balls looked encased in the fabric. How the thin strip led up to his crease. Fuck, I can’t wait to see it again.
When I’m home, I hurry inside, wanting to see Lane. It’s like when we’re apart, I feel like I’m…not complete. Like I’m half of myself until we’re together.
Pushing through the bedroom door, I find Lane in his usual spot, one leg pulled to his chest as he looks out of the window. My breath whooshes out of me, and my knees almost grow weak when I gaze at him. He’s beautiful.
He turns to me with a soft smile. “Hey, Daddy.” He scrunches his eyebrows as he studies me. “You okay?”
I nod, but all I say is, “You’re beautiful, Lane.”
Smiling, he holds his hand out to me, and I walk over, dropping to my knees in front of him. I rest my head in his lap, and he runs gentle fingers through my hair. Lane hums as I wrap my arms around him, soaking up his comfort.
I’ve never felt like this, so fucking needy for another human, so eager for them to touch me. But with Lane, when his hands are on me, I feel…calm, relaxed, at ease.
I don’t ever want to give this up.
Raising my head, I meet the curious eyes of my sweet boy. “You okay, Daddy?” he asks again.
“I am now. Have you showered?” I already know the answer, but I love hearing it anyway.
“No, I was waiting for you.”
Smiling, I reach into my pocket and pull out the key for his cuff, undo it, and help him to his feet. Taking him by the hand, I lead him to the bathroom, and we go through our usual bath time routine. I’m really getting used to having him here, falling into the same patterns every night.
I smile as I wash Lane’s hair and then the rest of his body, loving how he sighs and moans.
When we’re both clean, I help Lane out of the shower and dry him off. With a towel wrapped around our waists, we leave the bathroom, and I set Lane on the bed while I look for pajamas for us to wear.
“What’s this?” he asks.
I turn around as he picks up the bag I brought into the room. In my haste to touch him, I forgot about it.
Grabbing some pajama bottoms for him, I walk over to the bed and take the bag from his hands. I help him into the pants, then sit him back on the bed.
Kneeling in front of him, I remove the items one by one, showing him all the colors and styles of lingerie that I brought for him.
“From now on,” I say as he smiles down at his new underwear, “after we finish our shower, you’ll wear a pair of these to bed.”
A filthy grin on his face, he quips, “And my hole will never get a rest.”
I chuckle but don’t disagree. “So no panties tonight. I’m too tired, and I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you.”
I pack his underwear away, then climb into bed, gather him in my arms, and close my eyes.
“Long day?” he whispers, running his hands softly over my abs.
“Yeah. Had two troublesome patients, but I took care of them.”
“Good. I’m sure they appreciated what you did for them.”
I scoff but don’t answer. “Do you want me to bring you a television?”
“Maybe. I was never one to watch a lot of TV. Maybe if you have, like, one of those old school portable DVD players and a few old movies? I probably won’t watch them, since you keep bringing me books, but it would be nice to have the option.”
