No Sharing Allowed \Muke/

33. We Can Make Love

~Dedication to: Crybaby_In_Badlands

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-Luke's POV-

After the words left Michael's mouth, I couldn't control myself anymore. I pick him up and he immediately wraps his legs around my waist, his coçk rubbing against the fabric of my shirt in the processing causing Michael to moan quietly.

"You know, I had bought a couple more things for you while I had some extra time on my hands." I tell Michael as I begin making my way upstairs. Each step up caused Michael to rub a little more against my lower stomach and he began whimpering slightly from the small pleasure.

"W-what did you buy?" he asks curiously and begins leaving little kisses along my jaw and neck.

"You'll see, baby. Do you mind getting dressed up for Daddy?" I ask him with a grin and he nods with a smile of his own. I missed seeing that and I feel my heart pound heavily at seeing his breath taking smile. I never want to forget that imagine and I study his face for what seems like hours trying to etch it into my memory.

"Okay, wait here and I'll be right back." I tell Michael as I set him down onto the bed and I leave the bedroom in search of the shopping bags that held his surprises. I quickly found them and decide to strip myself down to boxers before heading back to my bedroom so I don't look as hobo-ish. I hurry back to the room to see Michael laying back on the bed and lazily stroking himself, watching me with dark eyes.

"Bad boy, touching yourself like that." I scold and place the bags onto the bed in front of Michael.

"Would you like to open your presents?" I ask and Michael smiles at me.

"Yes please, Daddy." he responds and kneels right behind the bags.

"Then go ahead." I say giving him permission and he looks curiously at the bag before carefully reaching a hand inside, grasping the first article of clothing and pulling it out. He eyes it suspiciously before giggling slightly.

"These are so pretty, Daddy." he says with a gasp and looks over the black, flow-y mini skirt I had purchased for him.

"See what else is in there." I urge him and he puts aside the skirt as he reaches in and reveals a matching black collar with 'Daddy's Boy' written in silver cursive on the front of the collar. I see his eyes widen and normally I would smirk but right now all I feel is nervous because I feel like it's too far now after the recent events that took place.

"Daddy... this is perfect. Thank you!" he says with a wide grin and he moves towards me to envelope me in a hug.

"You're welcome, kitten. There's one more thing though." I tell him and he moves back to the bag and pulls out the last item.

"Oh my." he whispers as he studies the all black kitten ears, matching the rest of the set.

"Wanna get dressed for me, baby?" I ask quietly and he nods his head furiously before scurrying off to the bathroom to change. Only moments later, Michael is done and shows himself to me after removing his hands from his body.

I swear to God I was going to çum in my pants again.

Michael looks so fuçking perfect with the black skirt contrasting his beautiful, pale thighs and the black kitten ears perched on his head made him look so innocent yet so naughty.

And let's not forget the fuçking collar. It makes him look so ready for me, like he'll submit himself to me and let me take control.

"May I?" I ask as I take small step forward. Michael grins and closes the gap between us and leans up for a kiss.