“Language.”
“Seriously?” I practically moaned, too fucking horny to care how pathetic it was that I was basically panting for it after, what, some lip lock and two swats? But whatever. This shit wasdoingit for me. Maybe I was a little bit kinky after all?
“Yes, seriously,” Andy said, all… well, serious. “I told you, Daddy’s in charge.”
I made a disgustingly needy sound and had precisely zero fucks to give for the embarrassment factor, thrusting my hips toward him and trying to grind for a little relief becausefuuuuuucccckkkkkk. How had I never known that would do it for me?
“Keep saying that shit and you’re going to make me come just from talking again, dude,” I panted.
Andy flipped me around to face the wall, pushing me against it and giving me five hard swats on the ass before I even knew what hit me.
I gasped. What the… fuck… holy…shit.
He still had my wrists trapped, and now he pressed up against my back, the heat of his body making the sting from those swats heat up, too.
“Jordan,” he said right in my ear. Just that, but suddenly my stomach felt a whole different kind of squirrelly. Nervous and excited and… andsorry. It was like he’d somehow turned my name into an entire conversation, and I knew—fuckingknew—that that “Jordan” actually meant “language” and “it’s-Daddy-not-dude” and “did you not just hear me say that I’m in charge right now?”
“Oh God,” I gasped, closing my eyes and panting for air. “Oh shit.”
Doubleshit. Fucking “language” again. Not my fault, though. That shit had just slipped out.
“Daddy,” I rushed out before he could do something about it, really fucking glad he had me pinned in place so thoroughly since I felt like I couldn’t find my balance again. “If you don’t want me swearing, what… um, what am I supposed to say when I’m so fu—fudgingturned on, then?”
“That works,” Andy said, and I swear to fuck, even with my eyes closed, I could tell he was smiling. “Thank you for trying, baby.”
I suddenly felt… too warm. But on the inside.
But wait. He legit expected me to say fudge instead of fuck? He had to be joking.
“Come on, though,” I said, my eyes popping open as I smirked, pressing my ass back against him. “There’s no way you actually want to fu—” My mouth snapped closed just in time, but… shit. What else was I supposed to call it? I cleared my throat. “You don’t actually want to top someone who yells out ‘fudge’ in the middle of the action,” I recovered, thatthank you for tryingof his still ringing in my ears, making my voice hoarse for some reason.
“If that someone is you, Jordan, then yes, I really do,” he said, still using that super-serious Daddy tone thatdidthings to my insides.
I guess he was way, way into this role play stuff, wasn’t he?
And I… didn’t hate it.
“I would love to top you, baby,” he added, still with my wrists in one of his hands but running the other one down my side now, then back up.
Then doing it again.
Sort of… petting me.
“You’re beautiful,” he said softly, which yeah, I knew, but... “Incredible,” he added like he didn’t realize I was already a sure thing, leaning in to whisper it right in my ear, then kissing my neck. “Breathtaking.”
“Shit,” I whispered, my eyes fluttering closed. Then, almost on autopilot, “Sorry, I meant, uh, sh-sugar?”
He waited a second, then—
“You mean, ‘sorry… Daddy.’”
“Sorry, Daddy,” I repeated because he wanted me to, and… and fuck. Because him wanting me to mademewant to.
I wanted to be good for him, like he’d said.
I didn’t want to fuck it up and have him stop all… this.
“That’s my good boy,” he said like he’d just read my mind, wrapping an arm around my chest and pressing himself more tightly against my back. “You’re getting it now, aren’t you, baby?”
