"So, where are your cleaning supplies?" Edmund asked me. I shrugged and pointed to the cupboard. He looked inside to find dishwashing soap, random sponges, some used dusters piled up at the back, and a stack of scouring pads that some lady had said would clean my pots. She was wrong. It just took off the surface charring from my failed attempts.

"Sorry. I wasn't really sure what I should get. Do I need to go buy some more stuff?" I looked guiltily at him as he surveyed the small assortment.

"Not today, I will just borrow some stuff for now. Give me a second." He picked up the receiver of my phone and called Henry, chatted for a few minutes, explained what he needed and then hung up in satisfaction.

"They have everything we need for today?" I was curious. He nodded.

"Yes, your building manager is going to come up with them in a little bit." He explained. I watched him as he tossed out a few things and washed a few in the sink. I didn't know you could wash dusters so I had been buying new ones when they got too dirty.

The doorbell rang and Edmund went to answer it. I overheard the conversation with the old lady and tried not to blush. She was so happy that I had a friend to help me out now. She was so worried for me, with all the delivery food and lack of guests. She was glad I seemed to be settling into the neighbourhood now. I guess she and Henry had been talking about me.

"We have everything now. Would you fill this bucket in the sink?" He passed me a large red bucket and I set it in the sink.

"Uh, hot or cold water?" I hesitated. He grinned at my question.

"In between. Do a warm water that you can put your hand in comfortably." He replied. I nodded and filled the bucket to the top. He came back in from the next room with a pile of clothes and started laughing.

"What?" I asked. Looking at the bucket in confusion. He did say to fill it, right?

"I'm sorry. I keep forgetting you don't know the first thing about this stuff. There is a fill line inside the bucket, see down there? You fill it to that point so you can lift the bucket and move it without spilling your water." He explained and showed me the line on the inside that said max.

"Oh, okay." I watched him bag my stuff to take to the dry cleaners, separate out my other clothes for washing and then he actually put them in my laundry room! He knew what went where, how much soap to use, and he even started the machine. I was in awe. I followed him around the place as he cleaned with the broom and mop he had gotten from the old lady.

"How often do you wear your suits before you get them cleaned, Brendan?" He asked me. I looked over and shrugged.

"Once." I said. He hissed in a breath and shook his head.

"Nope. That has to stop. That is a waste. You can wear them a few times before sending them for cleaning if you haven't spilled on them." He told me. I raised my eyebrows. I had no idea.

"Okay, what do I do with them then?" I watched him as he took his broom underneath the bed and pulled out a huge wad of dust and hair. I crinkled my nose. Eww. I didn't know where that had come from. Was that there the whole time? Scary thought.

"When you get home you take off the jacket and pants, hang them back up in the closet, only put them towards the front of the closet. That way, if you take a suit from the back you know it hasn't been worn in a while, and if you think you may get dirty that day you can take one from the front because it is already slightly used. Make sense?" He was done sweeping around.

"Yes. What do I wear when I get home then?" I watched him soak the mop in the fresh bucket he had prepared and sweep that all over my floors. The water started to turn really murky and I was surprised yet again at all the hidden dirt in my bedroom.

"Well, some people wear casual clothes. Other people just walk around in their underwear and shirts. Some people even get into pajamas, because they don't have any other plans for the evening. Do you have anything like that?" He looked over at me and I smiled.

"Sure, I have some of those." I walked over to my dresser and pulled out the black shiny pajamas that I had gotten from my grandpa. He groaned and shook his head.

"Of course. I should have realised. Really though? Silk pajamas? I thought they only did that on tv and movies? Are they actually comfortable?" He stared at them intently as he rinsed the mop. I shrugged.

"Ah sort of? I mean they tend to move around if you toss in your sleep. The top usually rides up on me when I wear them so I generally just wear the bottoms. I didn't bother last night with you here though." I grinned at the memory of having his big warm body next to mine all night. He had wrapped his arm around me and I had one of the most peaceful nights I had ever had. I even slept in.

"Urgh, now that's a pretty picture. Will you wear them for me? You can be my sexy prince." He growled into my ear and wrapped his strong arms around me, dumping the mop into the bucket so he could nip and lick at my neck for a bit. I chuckled and murmured yes to the general air above us. He pulled me close so the silk rubbed between us and my privates were sensually ground against his leg.

"Mmm, I thought we were cleaning?" I teased him. He bit down rather roughly and I yelped. He laughed and licked the sore spot on my shoulder.

"You mean I was cleaning. Why don't you grab one of the dusters and help me out? They should be dry now." He spun me around, grabbing the pajamas from me and gave me a little shove towards the door. I pouted in disappointment. I was really starting to enjoy all the physical contact Edmund liked. Too many years I had lived with little to no affection and now... well now I felt greedy.

I grabbed a duster and swiped it over a few things in the rooms that Edmund had already done. Then I followed his path to my bedroom and did all the furniture in there. My place was almost all clean thanks to Edmund. I danced a bit to a song in my head as I swiped the fluffy contraption over the surfaces in the room and I heard a growl behind me before suddenly being tossed over a shoulder.

"You are being a very bad boy." He carried me to the unmade bed and threw me down. I giggled as he crawled on top and kissed me. Hands were exploring under my shirt and when his knee made contact with my privates I gasped. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer to me. His body weighed me down and rubbed against mine. The heavy feeling made it hard to breathe, but it felt so good.

"D-daddy... please..." I pushed my crotch against his leg and he crushed it down into the mattress. It was uncomfortable. I felt tears gather in my eyes. I bit my lip as he glowered down at me.

"Don't you tease me." He hissed at me. I didn't mean to make him angry. I shook my head.

"No! I'm not... Daddy please... I want it." I licked my lips. I could tell I was turning him on by calling him Daddy. His frown gradually subsided and he stared down at me. He moved his weight up slightly, and though I was relieved of the pressure off my junk I still wanted to feel his weight on me. I held him tightly to me, pulling his body back down on top of me.

"Do you deserve a treat when you have not been taking care of yourself? What are you doing? I could crush you, you know?" He seemed confused. I blushed. How do I explain it?

"I like the feeling. The way you weigh me down. It feels really good." I gasped.

"Isn't it hard to breathe? How am I supposed to fuck you if you won't let me up?" His brow was lowering again and I panicked. Was I making him angry again? What do I do?

"I don't care. I like feeling you squish me. It makes me feel smaller." His smile relieved me. That made him happy. I wriggled around a little bit, feeling our junk pressing against each other and growing with the movement.

"Dammit. I want to just shove it in raw. Cut it out or I won't be gentle." He murmured in my ear. He was nipping and kissing the tender skin there. I shuddered at the words, picturing him being rough with me and actually getting more turned on by it. Something about this big man tossing me about really made me happy.

"Okay Daddy. Don't be gentle. Punish your bad boy." I whispered. He bit down hard and I cried out as I flinched. He kissed me tenderly before getting up and roughly jerking my pants and underwear to my knees. My legs were tossed up to one side as he spat on my hole, then his hand, and then pressed himself against my hole. I tried not to tense when he shoved forward.

"When you say it that way I can't hold back Baby. Be my brave little boy now." He grasped my hips and plowed himself inside. His c*ck was too big. I felt my arse stretch wide and sting with the effort to fit him. I flung my arms out to steady myself as he thrusted quickly in and out, working himself in deeper. I tried to stifle my sobs as his c*ck shoved me open demandingly. He held me down firmly as he abused my hole.

I had never been treated so roughly during sex. It hurt so badly compared to the pampered loving I had occasionally experienced in the past. I had never felt so alive, so present in the moment as I did while he tore me open in his passion. This, this was better than anything I had ever done before. My c*ck was so hard as it bounced around from his irregular thrusting. Without having been touched once I exploded onto my stomach and chest.

He didn't slow down. He kept at it until I felt his hot cumm fill me up. He pulled out slowly and then I heard him cursing as he looked down at me. I grabbed onto him and pulled him back into my arms. He held me close, stroking my hair and gently whispering to me about being his beautiful, special boy. I let out all my frustrations. I cried, hard gut wrenching cries to release all the pent up frustration of my years. He was so worried.

"Oh God. Did I hurt you? Is it bad baby? Let me go so I can have a look down there. I need to clean you up baby." I shook my head vigorously and clung tighter to his broad shoulders. He stoked my back and waited for me to calm down.

"No. I... I... just... ne-needed... to..." I was still sobbing too hard to really make much sense. I tried taking deep breaths like he told me to in order to relax. He tried moving away again and I gradually let him, as long as he didn't go too far for me to touch him with my hands. He carefully spread my legs and checked my backside. I heard him curse under his breath to himself.

"Baby, I need to at least get a washcloth to clean you up. Can I go get a cloth? I will come right back baby." I looked at him in distress but nodded slowly. I turned onto my side and watched him go to the bathroom ensuite. I started whimpering when he was taking too long to come back, rinsing the cloth and grabbing a towel. I held out my arms to him when he came back in the room and he took a moment to hug me before getting to work.

"Is it bad?" I sniffed, wincing a little when he wiped the opening and prodded it a little to coax his seed out. I looked down to see some blood smears on the covers and down my legs. It was sore, but not so bad I couldn't move or anything. I didn't think it was serious but maybe Edmund knew better.

"I think it's slowing down. How many partners have you had before? Any of them recent?" He looked up to question me. I shrugged.

"I think about three? They were in college. I don't really date a lot. I don't really crave the whole sex thing, either." I mumbled. That might change with Edmund in the picture though. I really enjoyed what he just did. I mean, I came and everything.

"Dammit, you have to tell me these things. I can't read your mind." He seemed upset so I tried to reassure him.

"It's fine. I really liked that just now. I haven't cumm that hard during sex before. So, thanks I guess?" I gave him a tremulous smile and he growled at me as he grabbed me close.

"Don't scare me like that. I don't want to damage you. I will be rough if you like it but don't ever ask me to hurt you again. Tell me next time it hurts that bad. For my sake okay?" I saw tears on his cheeks and nodded quickly to soothe him. I curled into his arms and we abandoned our task for calming each other.