“So ready, Daddy. Please give me your cock. Please.”
“Gladly.”
12
ROWAN
Damon slides his cock inside me, without any more teasing.
“Oh, Daddy, you feel so good!”
“So do you, boy.” He holds still for a moment, a quiver in his breath.
Is he savouring the feel of me? I’m sure as hell savouring the way his cock is filling me up. The way he’s gripping my hips, his touch firm but gentle. The way he’s restrained me with his words. I won’t move my arms, even though I can. Weirdly, I can still feel the press of his hand against my wrists, even though he’s no longer physically holding me. Being blindfolded is fun and thrilling, but not even remotely scary, because I trust him, and it’s been fun to experience him through all my other senses.
He sighs and then thrusts into me, holding me in place so he can get deep. He lifts one hand off my hip and then slaps it across my arse cheek. Hard enough to sting, light enough to be thrilling.
“Daddy!” My cry is one of pleasure, high-pitched and needy.
“Do you like that, boy?”
“Oh, yes, Daddy.”
He switches hands and slaps me on the other arse cheek. I’m so turned on, my body is a quivering wreck. He slaps meintermittently, switching arse cheeks, so neither gets too sore. Gradually, he quickens his pace until he’s punching his cock into me like a jackhammer and I’m delirious with need and desire. I’m so close to coming, but I don’t want it to end. I’m glad I don’t have permission to come. Glad I have to squeeze tight and hold onto my orgasm.
I cry out desperately and often. “Daddy! Daddy! Oh, Daddy, you’re amazing. Daddy, I need you! Daddy, you’re wonderful! Daddy, you feel so good!”
His words are calmer, but no less full of praise and adoration, as he repeats how good it feels to be inside me, how hot and tight I am. How needy I am. How good a boy I am. I lap it all up, letting his words seep into my heart and soul.
Just when I don’t think I can hold back my orgasm any longer, he stops. He’s still buried deep inside me, his breathing harsh.
“Daddy?”
“I’m giving you a moment, boy.” He eases out of me achingly slowly, like he’s savouring every last second.
Are we done? He can’t stop now. He has to give himself an orgasm. I almost don’t care if I get to have one or not. I just want to please him. Want to be a good boy for him.
“Lie on your back, boy.”
His command releases the mental bond on my wrists. I move, lying with my legs hanging off the bed. Gently, he repositions them so my feet rest on the edge of the bed, my hips splayed wide. He kisses me softly, tenderly, slowly, his tongue doing incredible things to mine. Then he removes the blindfold. I blink at the sudden shift from fuzzy darkness to bright daylight. It takes a moment, but his face comes into focus. He’s smiling, his expression softens, his eyes sparkling.
“I wanted to look into your eyes, boy.”
I’m a goner. My heart swoons. My chin trembles. I almost lose my load but manage to hold it back. “Daddy.”
He pins my hands above my head again and then glides his cock inside me. He maintains eye contact with me, his face serene, his eyes full of adoration. I’m lost in him. The sight of him, the feel of him in me, over me, restraining me, the tangy scent of him, the sound of his pants and moans as he fucks me. I never want it to end.
His face is a little red, and sweat beads on his forehead and chest. He’s so handsome, so beautiful. He doesn’t wax, so I’m looking forward to running my fingers through his chest hair once he’s untied my wrists, and to resting my cheek over his heart and snuggling up to him. But all of this can wait. He could fuck me like this into eternity. I’m so happy. So entranced.
He parts his lips. “Come, boy.”
His command releases the dam inside me. I come hard, every muscle in my body clenching tightly as coils of cum spurt out of the tip of my cock. I gasp and groan, and enjoy the back-arching orgasm. He grunts through his own release, quickening his pace for the last three powerful strokes before his cock shudders. Gasping, he smashes his lips to mine, kissing me until my toes curl. Then he rests his head on my shoulder, panting, his breathing and mine slowly returning to normal. He’s still buried deep inside me, still restraining my wrists, and it feels terrific.
“Daddy.”
He lifts his head, smiles, and kisses me tenderly. “Yes, boy?”
“That was amazing.”
