Rowan whimpers.
“I’m going to clean your dildo.”
“But—”
“Are you being impatient, boy?”
He pouts. “No, Daddy.”
“Wait there for me, boy. Don’t move.”
He huffs out a sigh and folds his arms.
“You moved.”
He whines and lets his arms flop onto the mattress, in roughly the same position they were before.
“Don’t move.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I walk backwards to his bag, keeping my stare on him while I retrieve his dildo. He manages to return my stare at first, but the room is big enough that, by the time I’ve reached the bathroom, he won’t be able to see me without moving, which he doesn’t. Good boy.
I take my time cleaning the dildo thoroughly, keeping the door open so he can hear the running water. When I’ve finished, I leave the dildo to dry and get undressed.
Rowan hasn’t moved, other than to tap his middle finger impatiently. He stops. He must have sensed my presence in the room. I walk towards him slowly, noting the exact moment he’s able to see me, because he widens his eyes and pinches his bottom lip between his teeth. It’s the first time he’s seen me fully naked, and I hope he likes what he sees. At the last moment, I divert away from the bed to collect the lube, a condom, and a tie from my overnight bag. I return to him, kneeling over him.
“I’m going to blindfold you now, boy.”
I pause, giving him time to use a safe word if he’s changed his mind or is in any way unsure. Then I drape the tie around his eyes and knot it carefully. I wave my hand in front of his face to be sure he can’t see me, but he doesn’t react at all.
I undress him, starting from his shoes and working my way up his body. I can do his entire bottom half without needing him to move, but for his jumper and T-shirt, I need him sitting, so I tug his arms to pull him upright. He lets me move him like a doll or a puppet, and flops onto the bed when I push my finger against his chest.
“You look fucking sexy, boy.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
He is glorious. His entire body is littered with freckles. His torso is waxed, and his red pubic hair is groomed. A jewel of precum rests on the tip of his erect cock.
“I’m sure you look sexy, too, Daddy. But I can’t see you.” He grins as he speaks, a clear sign he’s delighted to be blindfolded.
Is he erring on the bratty side as a reminder that I promised to spank him? He’s going to have to wait for that.
I rest one knee on the bed, take his cock in hand, and stroke it a few times.
“Oh, Daddy!”
“Do you like that, boy?”
“Yes, Daddy!”
I take his hand and put it against my cock. “I like to be stroked too, boy.”
Being blindfolded doesn’t stop him from running his hand up, down, and around my cock. Stroking, squeezing, pulling just enough to turn me on, while I do the same to him. I knock his hand away.
He pouts adorably. “I was enjoying that, Daddy. Please let me stroke your cock some more.”
“No.”
