"I know you said the other night that you're into submission." I can see his cheeks turn red. It's adorable, but I don't comment on it because we have about thirty minutes before dinner is done. "Is that a full submission role you prefer?"
"Yeah," he answers quietly. I take his hand and hold it until he looks at me. "I'm not a virgin, but I don't have a whole lot of experience in that department. I've been with two guys before but they were just hookups. I've always…" His eyebrows scrunch together like he's trying to remember something. "I've dreamt of being with someone that takes total control in the bedroom, though. Like, I don't have to make a single decision and I'm there to help them get off."
Oh. Wow. That's a lot. I smile instead of saying my thoughts. "So you like total submission," I confirm. He nods. "Do you have anything else that you want to experience?”
"I like the idea of being taken at random. Free use, I think it's called?"
Chapter Eleven
Idon'tknowwhyI just blurted that out. Oh god, my cheeks are burning with embarrassment.
I stare intently at the space between our laps until Garrett— Daddy— is lifting my chin and holding my head up until I meet his eyes. His eyes are fascinating to me. Garrett's eyes are close to a hazel, if I had to think of a word. They're gorgeous and the type that I swear turns gold when the sunlight hits them. He smiles and brushes a thumb across one of my cheeks.
I’m a fourth generation Puerto Rican, the tanned skin and dark, brown eyes really the only genetics that remain. My mom is white and one of my grandparents on my dad's side was of Irish descent. My siblings are lighter skinned, with a mix of blue and brown eyes.
"You are a dream, Orion." Garrett drops his hand, but shifts closer on the couch. His arms reach out toward me and suddenly I'm being hauled onto his lap, straddling his hips with my hands on his shoulders. "Such a fucking dream."
"Emphasis on the fucking, if I have my way." I'm much bolder in this position, apparently. All my worries of money and how I was going to actually afford the food I bought earlier start slipping away the longer I'm in my Daddy's lap. After paying my bills and deciding that I need to buy actual food instead of just the cheapest thing available, I don't have a lot of money left for the next two weeks. I'll have to talk to Austin about getting some overtime or something.
Daddy's hands snake under my shirt and I shiver at the skin-on-skin contact, stretching my back straight and letting my head fall back. His hands travel further up, pushing my shirt up and revealing my stomach. In another second, I'm being directed to lift my arms so he can pull my shirt off.
His lips are on my neck the second my shirt is gone. They're warm, soft. I shiver at the scratch of his full beard. My hands fist his shirt at his shoulders, pulling myself even closer to him. My blood is rushing through my body, pounding in my ears. His lips leave a trail down the column of my neck and to my chest.
"Can you come for me before the timer goes off?" he asks, the words whispered between us. I know my skin is flushed red. I can feel my dick twitch at the sight of his glistening lips. His tongue darts out, licking his bottom lip like he can taste me on it. I forgot he even set a timer. I don't know how much time is left. “I did promise you a reward for getting all your errands done today.”
"If it's more than five minutes left, definitely." His answering snicker breaks any pretense that we weren't going to fuck right here on this couch. Daddy practically tosses me so I land with my back on the cushions. I've always been tall for my age, but the way Garrett handles me with ease, the way he cared for me just yesterday, makes me feel small. I like that feeling. "Oh shit."
"Language, honey." Daddy wastes no time taking my pants off and pulling my briefs down. They're plain white and don't fit exactly right, another item that was the cheapest option. Just like my pants, they are pulled down my legs and discarded. After our text exchange earlier, I made sure to take a little extra time in the shower.
The couch is spacious here, but we still have to maneuver around a bit to make sure neither of us fall off. Daddy has my cock in his hand and dips his head to swirl his tongue around the head. My whole body shivers with pleasure again. He sucks my cock into his mouth, giving a few bobs of his head before he's popping off again and smiling at me.
I open my mouth to say something, but I can't find the words. Daddy moves up, hovers over my body, and smiles.
"It's okay, Honey. You just lay here, okay? If you need to stop or say something, just tap my body." I nod and smile, grateful that he isn't going to make me use my words. Right now, I don't know what those words would even be.
His lips seal over mine and I part them immediately to let him take what he wants. We kissed on Friday, and he gave me several kisses yesterday, but they keep getting better each time. While his tongue explores my mouth and brushes against my own, his hand wraps around my cock and strokes quickly. I know that I'm already leaking like crazy, I can feel the building pressure of my orgasm forming.
"Fuck, honey." He draws out the words, deep from the back of his throat. The words rumble through my ears and I whimper, wanting to come now but also wanting to hold off as long as I can. He's making me feel so good, but I can't find the words to tell him. Daddy takes my lips again, this time pressing his hips into mine. I realize then that he is still fully dressed while I'm naked, laying underneath him.
He thrusts his hips over and over and I can feel his erection behind the clothes as he rubs against me. My moans and his grunts mix together like magic and I'm barreling toward my release.
"I'm coming, Daddy." I manage to say the words moments before my cock pulses over and over. I don't know where it lands, but I can feel Daddy's hand wrapped around me again, milking every last drop.
Just then, the timer goes off on the stove.
Daddy smiles at me and gives me a kiss before pulling back. I'm not moving for a minute, but I take in the mess. I can see a couple wet spots on his shorts and I'm not sure if that's from me or him. I have cum on my stomach, too.
"Stay right there," Daddy directs. I watch him reach into his shorts and adjust himself as he walks to the timer and turns it off with his other hand. He turns and grabs the hand towel off the counter and gets part of it wet before walking back over to me. He gives me another deep kiss while he cleans me off. "Let's get you dressed again and we can eat dinner."
"I want your hoodie," I say, finally finding my voice. I wore his hoodie here, the same one he'd given me yesterday. He smiles and helps me stand up. We switch positions as he sits on the couch and reaches for my underwear. I'm kind of embarrassed of the plain brand. I know that Garrett, Daddy, wears a name brand that hugs him deliciously.
"You got it, baby." I lay my hands on his shoulders to steady myself and lift one foot at a time. When he pulls the hoodie over my head, he directs me to wash my hands at the sink. He does the same and then pulls dinner out of the oven.
"Smells amazing," I say with a smile. I watch him dish out some in a bowl and stab a fork into one of the pieces of chicken. The small act of the fork standing straight up makes me laugh for whatever reason. I woke up this morning stressed and wondering how I was going to get things taken care of, but now I just feel happy. Giddy, almost. Whether that's a post-orgasmic feeling or just the way I feel being around Garrett, which I'm leaning toward the latter, I'm taking it.
We make small talk over dinner. Garrett tells me more about Austin and Remington coming over today. I give a vague description of my day, the highlights of shopping and taking my laundry down to the sketchy basement to wash. He shows me the tablet with the items that Austin picked out. I don't know how I feel about that, but the anxious thoughts are swept away when Garrett tells me that Austin picked out only the toys. There are a couple, mostly the stuffies, that I like. After a minute, Garrett moves the conversation to ask me what my favorite foods are. I'm not even aware that I've finished my food until I go to take another bite and my fork meets the bottom of the bowl.
Garrett laughs at my pout and stands up. "Do you want more?" he asks as he moves around the island.
