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(Craig's POV)
I woke up with massive headache. I silently groaned, and rubbed my eyes to stay them opened, when I felt pain in my ass. I felt that I was being naked. I blinked several times to consume that fact, trying to remember what happened last night. I sat down, when I heard silent snoring.

My heart wanted to jump out of my chest, when I heard that sound. I slowly turned my head to the right to see Eric sleeping next to me.

Oh my God. What happened? Did we really? My head!

My head started to pound heavily. I took it into my hands, slowly rubbing my temples. I started to slowly sinking in panic.

I've never slept with anyone without remembering it. I appreciate every second while doing it, I'm not Evan. Evan.

My mood switch immediately to my best friend, and I felt new tears forming in my eyes. I felt like the life didn't matter anymore.

Evan is gone, my job is gone, Eric is going to leave me when he successful slept with me. I should find the easiest way to kill myself.

"Morning," I heard Eric's sleepy voice.

I slowly turned my head to him again. He sat down, and tiredly started to rub my back to calm me down.

"What's wrong?" He asked, yawning

"Did we... did we sleep together?" I asked, feeling my cheeks burning.

"You were a fucking virgin?" He replied in shock.

"What? No, I just... don't remember a damn thing from yesterday, my asshole hurts, you are naked, I'm naked... so I'm just assuming."

"Shame, you were telling me some interesting things yesterday," he said with a smirk plastered on his face, which made my heart beat so fast.

"W-what?" I stuttered shyly, and right after that I felt his breath on my ear, as he sat right behind me.

Please don't tell me I called him, like I think I called him! I shouldnt be showing my fetish this early.

"Like you would love me to tie you up, to show you my bad side," he whispered with husky voice.

I felt wave of pleasure going through my body, I got turned on immediately, forgetting about Evan and my problems. He softly bit my earlobe, making the moan escape my mouth.

"You would want that?" He whispered again.

"E-ric, stop," I mumbled, my mind getting blurred.

"Say it, baby boy."

I gulped, having the problem to think straight, when I felt his hand on my naked chest, slowly drifting down.

"S-say what?" I asked, still trying to be reasonable.

"Say what you want from me, baby. You said it million times yesterday. I know what you fucking want."

"F-fuck me, daddy," I moaned out, when his hand reached my pride.

I felt his tongue moving from my earlobe to my neck, slowly sucking him. I put my head on his shoulder, letting the hormones take control over my body.

"Eric," I mumbled, my head fully blurred.

"Call me Tyler," he commanded, and I frowned.

"What? Why?" I asked in confusion.

"Don't ask, just do it."

I felt really weird about this but once again even I had some issues, more specifically daddy issues. I knew it was some kind of mental ill, but I wasn't fighting against it. Through my childhood my dad wasn't paying me much attention, and I knew that I've been carrying this issue from that time. I hated when this issue became the cool thing to say. Nobody will ever understand the feels from this issue. And Eric was older then me. He said he was 34, while I was only 21. He was my daddy.

"T-Tyler," I moaned.

"Say it again," he commanded with husky voice, slowly pumping me down there.

"Tyler," I whispered, closing my eyes when pleasure took control over me.

I completely sunk into the feelings he offered me. I was his, he could do whatever he wanted to do with me. My moans were indicators that he was doing me real good. I felt the sensation flowing through my body, and I knew I was coming to the finish line.

"Baby boy, lay down," he commanded, and I opened my eyes, looking at him confused.

I did what he asked me for, and watched, as he opened the closet. I really wanted him to come back, to finish what he started. He returned to me with sateen cloths. He get onto the bed, sitting on my lap with smirk on his face. I was falling for him, and I was falling hard.

He tied my hands together, tying the other end to the bed. I felt excited from the way we were heading. His smile was the last thing I saw before he put the cloth on my eyes, making me blind.

"Don't move a bit," I heard from distance.

I licked my lips, but obediently listened. The fact that I didn't know what was coming was exciting, and at the same time terrifying.

I felt his tongue on my neck, sucking it, licking it, slowly drifting down. I was done for. I had enough. I needed to complete this.

"Just fuck me already!" I moaned aloud.

"I don't think it's going to be that fucking easy," I heard his voice.

I moaned as he licked his way to my friend down there, swirling around my tip, playing with it. I was so close, just one touch.

"Daddy, please," I begged in moan.

I felt his presence, as he kissed me on my lips, licking my bottom lip for entrance. I let him in. It was amazing, something new, something fulfilling.

He unfolded me, and I had to blink several times adjusting to the surroundings.

"I just want you to see me fucking you. Hard and wild. Something to remember. You would want that?" He asked so close to my face.

"Y-yes, daddy."

"That my good little boy."

I was already his. He was everything I was looking for, he was helping me to forget my problems, my sufferings. He grabbed tightly my legs, bending them. I loved his rough side.

He thrusted into me without any warnings, which made me yelp in surprise, when wave of pain flew through my body. Within few seconds I got used to his length, the pain shifting with pleasure. He didn't lie. He was fucking me hard, but I still felt something around us.

"Say my fucking name, baby," he growled, after he kissed me on my lips.

"Tyler." That name slipped out of my mouth easier then his true name.

"That's it," he whispered.

After few more thrusts I felt slowly reaching heavens.

"I-I'm so close, daddy," I moaned.

"Cum for me then, baby," he growled, and within few seconds I reach the climax with his name on my lips.

He caught up with me after a while, his growling turning me on again. He pulled away from me, untying me.

"Thank you," I whispered shyly.

"Of course."

My whole life I was desperately looking for somebody to fill the hole inside my heart. And he was perfect.