He replies with a swift spank. “Nothing is prettier than your face, boy.”
I snigger. “My pucker is just a close second, then?”
Another spank. My cock jerks and leaks precum.
“When are you allowed to come?”
“When you give me permission to, Daddy.”
“And if I don’t?”
I pout. “Then I don’t get to come.”
It’s something he teases, but has never gone through with. Sometimes, he nearly fools me into believing he might, because he makes me wait almost unbearably long. Weirdly, that tiny seed of doubt always leads to a stronger orgasm than I was expecting. I sigh. He’s such a good Daddy.
“My arse is ready, Daddy. Will you fuck me now?” I know he won’t.
“I’ll fuck you when I’m ready to, boy, and not before. I want to play more, first.” He rubs the tip of the Tentickle over my hole.
I moan and shiver. The moulded suction cups are tiniest at the tip, but still feel so good. He eases the dildo inside me. I release a long, loud groan while he fills me up with it and strokes it over my prostate. The texture is intense, especially towards the end, where the dildo gets thicker. I groan as he thrusts it in and out of me. My legs are turning to jelly. I’m quivering with desire. My cock is stiff and throbbing, my balls drawn up so tight my eyes are threatening to water. I already need to come, but I knowhe won’t let me, not until he’s buried balls deep inside me and ready to come himself.
“Daddy!” I claw at the sheets, gripping them in my shaking hands.
He uses the Tentickle relentlessly. I could safe word, but I won’t. I don’t need to. As much as I might protest, I love it when he uses toys. I like him having complete control of my orgasms. I adore showing him how good a boy I am, even if it’s hard to stop myself from coming and spilling my load all over the bed before he tells me I can. And, oh, god, he knows just how fast and deep to thrust the dildo to bring me to the brink. He knows exactly when to slow down, or even stop, so I don’t lose control. He’s a master at controlling my pleasure, and I love him for it.
As I think I can’t take any more, he eases the Tentickle out of my arse.
“Don’t move, boy.”
I laugh and weakly tug against the restraints. “Where am I going to go, Daddy?”
“Not even a muscle,” he warns.
I hear the bathroom door click open, then the sound of running water. He’s cleaning the dildo while I wait, with my partially-wrecked arse in the air. It feels like an eternity has passed before he returns to me. He strokes my arse gently and nudges the head of his cock against my hole.
“Ready for more, boy?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I rasp.
The lube bottle whines, telling me he’s preparing his cock. Then he grips my hips and shoves inside me in one hard, swift thrust, until his balls nestle against my arse cheeks.
“Oh, Daddy, you feel so good.”
“So do you, boy.” He grunts, holds me tight, and fucks me hard.
It’s so fucking good. He’s amazing. My brain rattles in my head. My cheek brushes over the sheet. He fills me up, almost leaves me empty, before ramming into me again.
“Spank me, Daddy. Oh, please, spank me!”
He lifts his hand. I hold my breath, waiting for the inevitable. His hand comes down on my arse cheek, sharp enough to sting, but not too hard. He spanks me and fucks me, turning me into a trembling, breathless wreck. I’m so close to coming, but I grind my teeth and keep the tidal wave at bay through sheer willpower. I gasp and pant, and twist the sheets into my fists.
“Amazing, Daddy.” At least, that’s what I try to say, but I’m not sure how intelligible my words are.
He chuckles in response and then, almost triumphantly, cries out, “Come, boy!”
His cock throbs inside me, and he fills me with his hot cum. I turn my face into the mattress, screaming into it as I spill my load, my body shuddering uncontrollably. My legs fail me, and I collapse onto the bed, into my cum. He lies over me, gasping and shivering, his cock still inside me.
“That was so good, Daddy.”
