“Sorry, Daddy,” I said in a husky whisper... even though I wasn’t. My ass was hot and buzzing and my cock was hard and swollen and I suddenly felt shaky again, but no, I wasn’t sorry, even though he was right. Ithadbeen dumb. But I was just too fucking slow with texting for Cuffd’s chat app, and I’d been sucked in by those stupid profile pics Andy had posted of him and his cat, all amped up like I was from that call with Nic, and… and fine. I’d been impulsive, which admittedly didn’t always work out for me, but here I was, so… yeah.
Not sorry.
Not even a little bit.
“And on the phone,” Andy went on, “Daddy told you not to touch yourself. But you did, didn’t you?”
I definitely had, and just thinking about how he’d talked to me that night had me making some more dirty-ass porn sounds without even meaning to.
For some reason, having him on the phone with me like that, pulling all this Daddy shit while we’d talked, going all bossy on my ass and promising methis—exactly what he was giving me right now—had made jerking off feel better than most of the actual sex I’d ever had.
Fuck. Fine. Maybe better thanallof it.
Andy spanked me sharply. “Answer me, Jordan.”
“Yeah, uh… yes, Daddy,” I gasped as that sting raced all the way through me. I braced my hand on the floor and ground down on his lap. I couldn’t help it. My cock was suddenlydesperate. “I… I did,” I said, the words tumbling out of me fast now, like my mouth knew he was in charge, too. “I jerked it so fu—uh, so freaking hard. Your voice was in my ear and I touched my balls, fisted my cock, spit on my fingers when you told me to be good and fingered my hole for you…”
Oh shit, my hole clenched again just thinking of it... which made my spanked ass ache so damn good that I groaned.
Andy’s arm immediately tightened around my waist, and I flexed my ass again to thrust hard through his thighs, making it ache even more with the added bonus of giving my cock a taste of what it needed.
“Yessssss, Daddy,” I hissed, rolling my hips on his lap to get some more of that sweet, sweet friction on my dick. “It was… was so fu-fudginggood with you talking to me like that. I came so damn hard that night. Jerked off thinking about it the next… the next morning, too.”
I was panting, mouth on autopilot as my cock’s needs took over my brain. It was wedged between Andy’s thighs and I had no lube and his pants almost felt too rough and the position was awkward as fuck, not the right angle, not what Ireallyneeded… but I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop moving. Couldn’t stop thrusting and telling him what I’d done and getting myself legit more worked up than when I’d done it, because this time, he was right fuckinghere.
“Jordan…” Andy finally whispered, his cock throbbing against my hip. “Jesus.” He sounded kind of wrecked for a second, but then he took a shuddering breath, his arm tightening around my waist, and flipped Daddy’s-in-charge mode back on. “Hold still,” he said, his palm cracking into my ass and shooting heat straight through to my dick. “Stop moving.”
Oh God. Oh fuck. Icouldn’t.
He spanked me again. “Be good.” Another stinging smack. “You didn’t listen when I told you to stop on the phone.” Andanother. “And you’re still not listening.”
“Fu-udge,” I groaned, not sure why the hell it felt good to have my ass hurt like that. And it did. Each time he spanked me it was a fiery burst that faded to a bee-stung buzz… and every damn one made me crave another.
“Shhhhh, petal,” Andy said, holding me in place. “I know it’s hard, but Daddy can help.”
He spread his legs wider, adjusting me on his lap and leaving my cock—fat and hard and fuckingdrippingnow—hanging in the gap between them. It left me with nothing to rub against other than the silky bedspread teasing my tip, and I whined, low and deep in my throat, like the greedy bitch I was, needing somethingmore.
“God, you’re so sexy like this, Jordan,” Andy whispered, grabbing an entire handful of my ass. “Look at you.”
I whined again, my hips humping with no relief. I normally fucking hated it when guys left me hanging—greedy tops who only cared about getting theirs and then couldn’t be bothered to give my dick any attention once they came—but this was the opposite. I could feel how hard Andy was—his erection was la super-heated steel rod jammed up against my hip, even through his pants—but he hadn’t even taken it out yet. He was totally focused onme.
Denying me right now wasn’t about him being a selfish prick, it was just him taking charge. Helping me be good for him like he’d just promised. Turning me the fuck on, but also turning me inside out with how well he pulled off this whole Daddy thing.
“Spank me… spank me again,” I panted with zero shame in begging for it because I was that far gone now. I pushed my ass up for more. “Please, Daddy.”
“I will, baby,” Andy said, rubbing my ass again. “I’ll help you be good the way I know you really want to. You said you need someone to help you stay on the nice list, and I'm going to be the one who does that for you.”
I'd said… what now?
Oh, fuck. Yeah. I had. The Cuffd thing. And I’d also said—
“Spank me until I cream, Daddy,” I whispered, meaning it as a tease but ending up sounding a little too desperate to pull it off like that. Sounding tooneedy. Too much like I actually meant it, because fuck, Idid. “Feels so good,” I mumbled, face mashed into his bedspread as my mouth just kept on going. “Spank me, Daddy. Spank me for… for more of the bad shit I did.”
“Petal…” he said warningly, giving me a reminder smack forlanguageagain.
“Sugar,” I corrected myself instantly, my ass clenching. “Spank me for more bad… badsugar, Daddy.”
For someone who generally hated having my fuckups pointed out to me, asking for it made no sense… except that every time Andy spanked me it went straight to my cock. But also, I guess, because I was a greedy attention whore, too. Itdidsomething to me, the way he paid attention to me. Played up this Daddy thing like it was really aboutme, instead of just rattling off a bunch of generic kinky role-play dialogue likeyou’ve been a naughty boyor whatever.
