An impromptu giggle escapes my lips when I see him blush at those words. He shoves a spoonful of oatmeal in his mouth to avoid answering. I take my chance to see how far he'll let me go.
"The bestest Daddy who will give me all the cuddles and toys. Who can let me have all the goodies I want, and toys, and won't make me follow any rules. A Daddy who—"
"I'm going to stop you right there," he interrupts. His tone makes me laugh. "I might let you get away with some things, but we will definitely have rules."
"What?" My smile falters just a bit.
"There will be rules, Ty. Your medications and bedtimes to start. Those are non-negotiable. Avoiding things that stress you out, which means frequent check-ins with me on how you're feeling." He points the round end of his spoon toward me and his lips quirk into a smirk. "And we'll have to talk about how you feel about bondage."
"Bon— What?" My eyes widen and I know I’m staring at him, full disbelief all over my face. "You? You're into bondage?"
He seems to find humor in my surprise and leans back in his chair. "I've dabbled with past partners. I might be new to the Daddy thing, but I'm not new to the kink world, baby."
Wow.
Fuck.
I palm my growing erection through the shorts I'm wearing. That's— Am I into that? Parts of me seem to be into that, at least.I've only been with Mark the one time and it was more sweet, reverent. He was gentle and slow, but bondage… I can't help but picture myself with my arms behind my back.
Brandt's smile widens and I can practically count all of his teeth. "It would actually work in our favor," he starts again. He leans forward and rests his elbows on the table. He keeps eye contact with me and if one of us doesn't look away, the problem in my shorts is just going to get worse. "Your body won't know the difference between good stress and bad stress, so having you not moving and letting me do the work would keep you from feeling dizzy or fatigue."
"I hate how much you describing tying me up so clinically is turning me on."
"Really?" Brandt tilts his head and taps his fingers against his thighs. He says the word slowly, like this is a total revelation. It kind of is, though, because I definitely haven't done anything bondage related. Well, unless you count the time that a couple of friends from high school decided to tie me to the chair and see how long it took me to get out. "Come here, baby."
I don't argue. I stand up, not even attempting to hide my erection. I sit on Daddy's lap sideways, with one arm around his shoulders and the other resting against my stomach. He reaches up and takes my hand gently and without a word, he twists my arm slowly behind my back and holds it there.
"I'm not hurting you, am I?" Daddy asks. I shake my head no.
"All good, Daddy. Green light." My eyes lock on his other hand as he moves to trace his fingers along the hem of my shorts. They're elastic, so there isn't anything stopping him from doing what I know he's leading up to. Daddy's lips are warm on the column of my neck. His tongue lathes against my skin, sending shivers across my whole body.
"Did you like that?" He whispers against my ear. I feel his teeth scrape against my earlobe and I tilt my head to give him more room. "Can Daddy pull your shorts down, baby?"
"Yes, please." I don't miss a beat. I need him to touch me now. His movements are slow though, deliberate. His eyes connect with mine and despite the fact that his fingers are wrapped around my cock, I know whatever he's about to ask me is serious.
"Are you feeling okay? You'll tell me if you start feeling dizzy or if your arm starts hurting, okay?"
"Yes, Daddy." I break our eye contact and look down. My cock isn't big, really, but it's thick. At least I was told that. I haven't seen enough to make that call myself. I see and feel my cock twitch at the sight of Daddy's fingers wrapped around me. His hand is a bit rough, dry. Despite that and the minimal movement, a bead of precum forms at my tip.
"Good boy," Daddy says as he swipes his finger over my tip, making me shiver all over again. Out of habit, I go to move my hand, but his fingers tighten over my wrist and keep me where I am. This is frustrating already, but I'm not about to call it quits. "Can you give Daddy some more? Give me enough to make the glide easier, baby."
He brushes his fingers over my balls and squeezes. I jerk and let out an involuntary yelp at the feeling. His fingers don't stop. He moves painstakingly slowly and presses one finger against the stretch of skin behind my balls. I wriggle in Daddy's lap to rid myself of the shorts completely. I want to spread my legs, let him explore further.
"Daddy, please. You feel so good." I look at him, hoping that the tone of my voice is reflected in my expression. The orgasm is slowly building, I can feel it coming on.
"Baby, stay still." His words leave no room for argument. I do as instructed and am rewarded with a searing kiss. It takes my breath away. While I'm distracted with the kiss, Daddy doubleshis efforts on jerking me off. My whole body stiffens at the sudden sensations. It's all too good. "You're leaking so much, baby. Doing so good for Daddy, taking it slow. Are you ready to come?"
"Yes, please."
I flex my fingers of the hand around Daddy's shoulders. I tilt my head back to stare at the ceiling. It's nothing but a plain white ceiling, not that I can focus on anything with the way his fingers are working me over. I hear him mumbling equal praises and filthy encouragement as I race toward the edge of that cliff. I can feel my balls draw up and my toes curl against the linoleum floor.
"Fuck. Yes. Daddy." The last word is said with a whimper as waves of pleasure wash over me. I can feel my cock jerk and Daddy's fingers still wrapped around the base of it. The feeling is incredible. It feels like an eternity before I'm coming back to myself.
"You did so good, my Prince." Daddy is whispering against the shell of my ear. His hand that was holding my arm is now rubbing slow circles against my shoulder. "Did that feel good?"
"The best, Daddy." I smile and rest my head against his shoulder. I look down and see my cum on his other leg and on my shorts on the floor between our legs. "Oops."
"No oops about it, Ty. You did exactly what I wanted." I smile at the words, but don't lift my head. I could fall asleep right now. "Ty?"
