My throat got tight. “That’s right, sweetheart,” I said in a husky rasp. “And Daddy’s going to take care of you now.”
“’Mkay,” he said, pushing his ass up in a move that looked completely unconscious... and needy enough to make my whole body flush with a bone-deep satisfaction that went so much further than just sex.
Jordan needing me was the single greatest gift he could have given me, making it feel like Christmas,allthe Christmases, had come early, and even though he didn’t seem to need a spanking anymore for the original reason I’d had in mind—he was entirely settled down now, as if a switch had flipped inside him when he’d accepted me as his Daddy—there was no way I’d deny that silent request.
His ass was already warm and pink because the moment he’d bared it, I hadn’t been able to stop touching it. It was a work of art, and a small, distant part of my mind was still slightly amazed that it was mine to touch now, that he’d entrusted me with its care.
Watching the way he unconsciously moved along with my hands, seeing the gooseflesh ripple across his smooth skin when I dragged my fingertips there and the small, sighing sounds of pleasure that snuck out of him when I squeezed the tight muscle was mesmerizing… but gentle playing and erotic petting wasn’t what he was asking for, so I spread my thighs to give him a little more stability and braced him against me, then finally brought my hand down on one side, and then the other, setting up a light rhythm to warm him up that had him moaning in moments.
I honestly hadn’t meant for this to be aneroticspanking, but everything about Jordan was erotic… and wewouldget to that.
Later.
I spanked the underside of his ass, my cock swelling as it sent ripples through his skin, making him bounce and jiggle and then thrust against me.
“Look at you,” I whispered, entranced. “So beautiful, baby.”
“Sugar, sugar, sugar,” he started whispering each time my hand landed, lifting his ass for more each time and making my heart skip a beat, becausethiswas submission. Just like when he’d called me Daddy earlier, the alternate curse words flowed off his tongue without any stumbling or correction, like he wasn’ttryingto be good this time, he simply… was. Being good for Daddy now because he’d finally accepted that he could trust me to be in charge.
“Good boy,” I murmured, picking up the rhythm a little but still keeping in mind everything I’d read about warming up his skin, bringing the blood flow up to the surface before I gave him anything harder, watching his reactions to make sure I was giving him what he needed but not more than he could take.
Someday, I would be better at this. It would come more naturally. I would know his body and his limits and my own strength well enough to give him what he needed without feeling so hyper aware of trying to do itright.
But I’d never stop watching him carefully.
Paying attention to his every gasp and wiggle, sigh and moan.
Monitoring every one of his responses, always, because nothing mattered more to me than keeping the promise I’d made him to take care of him the way he deserved.
Always.
“This is what you needed, wasn’t it, baby?” I murmured, the rhythm of my hand rising and falling and his uninhibited response to it starting to feel almost hypnotic. “You needed a reminder that you matter. That you can’t just act out without Daddy caring. A chance to let all the stress from tonight go. You needed to put yourself in my hands and let me take care of all of that for you, sweetheart, and you’re doing it so well. You’re gorgeous like this, baby, letting me give you what you need.”
He made a deliciously decadent sound of agreement and I stopped, shaking out my hand, then rubbed the pink flush that started at the tops of his thighs and spread up over the petal soft, rock hard muscle of his ass, marveling at the sheer perfection of having him trust me with this.
I almost didn’t want to spank him anymore. Wanted to preserve this perfect pink. Wanted to stip off the rest of his clothes and wrap him up in my arms. Wanted to feed him and care for him and God, yes, finally fuck him, too, the way he’d been begging for since the beginning.
But—
“More,” he begged, twisting a little on my lap as he pushed his ass against my roaming hands. “Please. I don’t… don’t want it to go away.”
I squeezed a handful of pure male perfection. “Don’t want what to go away, baby?”
Idefinitely wasn’t going anywhere.
He rocked on my lap, hard cock rubbing against my legs as his answer dripped out like slow molasses. “The... buzz. Theache. The feel of it… ’s not enough yet, Daddy. Don’t want to… to lose it. Lost it too fast last time. Please make me feel it. Make me feel more. Don’t stop. Don’t ever want you to stop.”
He was saying everything I most wanted to hear, giving him to me in a way that exceeded any fantasy I’d ever had of him, but there was no doubt this was real. I could smell the musky, mouthwatering tang of his precum. Feel the heat radiating off his skin. Hold him against me, flex my thighs under the weight of his solid, muscular body.
Touch him. God, I wanted to touch him forever.
I spread his cheeks, running my thumb down his smooth, hairless crack and pressing the tip of it against his gorgeous little pucker.
“If I spank you too hard, sweetheart, it’s going to hurt when I fuck you later,” I murmured, not wanting to deny him anything, but also needing him to enjoy it the first time I took him that way.
“Sugar,” he hissed, his ass flexing hard enough to make two deep dimples appear as he rolled his hips and rubbed his pucker against my thumb. Then, with a hint of that sexy smirk of his back in his voice, “Language, Daddy.”
I grinned, tapping his hole and then exercising every last ounce of my restraint as I rubbed it without pushing inside, then held him open and slapped it with my fingers, spanking it until it trembled. “Daddies... have... different... rules,” I told him which each smack.
