"Does that feel good, baby?" I kiss back up his body until I'm stretched out over him. I thrust my hips against his, moving my cock with his.
"So good, Daddy. Do I get to prep you, now?"
"How, baby? Your hands are tied and Daddy told you not to move." I reach for the bottle of lube, knee walking my way up until I'm straddling his chest. "Keep your eyes on me, Tyler. Daddy's going to get himself ready to take your gorgeous cock."
I see the way his fingers are digging into his palms, the fabric around his wrists taut. The vein on his neck pulses. I tease him, stroking my cock above his face.
When I grab the lube once more, I coat two fingers. I place one hand on Tyler's shoulder to keep my balance as I lean forward slightly, reaching behind myself to my hole. The first finger slides in easily. It's been a good while since I've bottomed, but it's only a few seconds that I'm riding two of my own fingers while looking down at Tyler. I put on a show, teasing him. I bite my bottom lip and let out a soft moan. He whimpers and I feel his body shift under me. When I can't stand it anymore, I focus on adding a few drops of lube to his cock.
"Oh, shit!" His back arches off the bed when his cock breaches my hole. It feels amazing and I almost abandon what my original plan is.
I scold his reaction. I stop moving, only an inch of his cock is stretching my hole. It's the best inch of my life, though. "Don't move, Ty. If you move, I stop. Okay?"
He nods his head in understanding. I watch his face, the way his lips form a perfect ‘O’ shape, as I take more of him in. My cock is leaking in earnest now. When I'm fully seated on his dick, I let out a breath and lay both hands on his stomach.
"Eyes on me, baby." It feels so good. My vision nearly goes white with pleasure when I start moving. At first it's small movements, shifting my hips back and forth. Then I startbouncing and the sound of squelching lube and smacking skin sounds around the room in a perfect rhythm.
"Shit," he mumbles under his breath. I'm taking so much joy in seeing the way his eyes widen when I slide all the way down his cock. He's falling apart, struggling to not move. I squeeze my ass around him. His body jerks in response. I can see a tear escape the corner of his eye.
"Please?" he begs. "I want to touch you, Daddy."
His words are strained as I continue to fuck myself on his cock. It's hot and I know I won't last more than another minute. I ignore his request. "Have you learned your lesson?"
"Yes, Daddy. Please."
"What is it?" I ask. I'm so close to coming. I slow my motions down, staving off that growing pleasure.
"I won't talk back to you." His waterlines are brimming with unshed tears. He flexes his fingers. But he doesn't look away from me. Even when I move one hand to stroke myself. "I'll clean up my mess. I'm sorry, Daddy."
I smile at him and resume my quick pace. His cock hits my prostate with every movement. This is going to be over too soon. Still, I don't grant his request to touch me. "I want you to come in me, baby. Then I'm going to pull that plug out and fill you, too. I think you've learned your lesson tonight."
I don't know if it's what I said or that I finally gave him the permission, but I feel his orgasm a couple of seconds later. It rocks through his body and his moans fill the room as he shoots his cum inside me. We're both sweaty and the room smells like sex now. The drag of his cock when I slide off him has me spurting another round of precum. As promised, I slide the plug out and bend his knees to his chest.
"Look at this hole. Fuck, baby. So ready for me." I make sure his eyes are still on me. He's crying in earnest now. His cock is still hard. I grab his cock in one hand and mine in the other,stroking both of them quickly. He's biting his bottom lip from the sensitivity, but his dick is giving a valiant effort to get erect again. "Fuck, baby. Fuck, fuck."
When my orgasm hits, I drop his cock and aim for his hole. I slide only my tip in, coming in my Boy. Just like he did to me. I can already feel his cum leaking down the inside of my leg. When I pull out, his hole is dripping and it's insanely hot. I lock eyes with him once more and smile before stretching my body over his.
"That was amazing," I whisper against his lips. "Good boy. You took all of that so well."
“I love you, Daddy.”
Epilogue
"HappyNewYear!"Orionshouts dramatically when he walks into the room. I look up at him from the floor. He's holding his stuffie in one hand and a bottle of what looks like champagne in the other. Remi and Aussie follow behind them.
Daddy and I were the first ones to arrive for the party at Rachel and Luke's. Quinton and Vaughn came in next, only minutes later. We've been on the living room floor coloring since. We don't have to work tomorrow, since it's New Year's Day, so I get to stay up all the way past midnight to celebrate. "Daddy let me get us special juice for tonight."
Orion holds the bottle out and I can see it’s sparkling grape juice. I've never had it before, but it sounds yummy. He hands the bottle off to Garrett and joins us. We're all sharing coloring books and I let Orion look through the one I'm using. He picksout a mermaid and ship page. I'm coloring the sea monster one. I'm making it rainbow colors with each leg. It's a nice sea monster.
I go between coloring and watching the movie that Mommy Rachel put on for us. It's a Christmas movie from the Paw Patrol cartoon. I love that show, Rubble is my favorite. The others keep a quiet conversation going, but I'm focusing on my coloring. I want to make it perfect for Daddy to hang up in my room.
We've decided to turn my bedroom into a full playroom. I still have my bed in there, but all of my big clothes and items are in Daddy's room now. Our room. I love having a room just for my Little side. We've experimented with different things over the past couple of months. A lot of it involving Daddy tying me up in various ways. The straps attached to the bed are my favorite.
"I have some snacks," Rachel calls as she rounds the corner into the living room. We all turn toward her. I smile when I see my Daddy behind her. He doesn't say anything to me, but holds his hands out, one with my medicine and the other with a cup of water. I take the medicine quickly because I see the snacks that Rachel has.
"We'll put two stars on the chart tomorrow, okay?" Daddy takes the cup back from me and I smile up at him. The chart has become a fun habit at night. I'm not always in my Little space, but seriously, who doesn't love stickers?
He runs his fingers through my hair as I turn back to survey the food. There's a little bit of everything. Pizza rolls, mozzarella sticks, taquitos, potato wedges. The second tray has fresh fruit and veggies. Rachel tells us to take a bit off of each tray.
