Travis’s close, his presence overwhelming, and I know whatever happens next, it’s going to be intense.
“Do you know whatfunishmentis, Miles?” Travis asks, a wicked look in his eye.
“I know that Jack and Logan do it…” I tease. “And it sounds totally awesome!”
I watch as Travis circles around me, slowly but surely removes all my clothes until I am totally naked—all the while he remains fully clothed.
“Naked. Vulnerable. Totally at your Daddy’s mercy,” Travis growls, the shape of his hard cock unmissable as it hardens inside his trousers. “Now walk over toward the edge of the cozy couch and bend that ass right over it.”
I do as I’m told without hesitation, my entire body tingling with excitement as I wonder what’s coming next.
“Stick that round bottom up in the air, part those cheeks and hold them wide open for Daddy,” Travis commands, his tone leaving me in no doubt that he’s in total control right now. “This will feel very cold indeed…”
I don’t dare turn as I hear Travis opening the small fridge in the corner of the room and then walk back toward me, my body totally on display and powerless to stop whatever is headed my way.
“Hold still,” Travis grunts, an ice cold squirt of lube onto my asshole making me gasp and giggle in nervous excitement. “Now for the fun part.”
I feel the butt plug press up against my lubed ass hole and let out a long moan as Travis eases it inside me. It’s thick, wide, and for a second I think it might be too wide for my tiny little hole.
“Daddy knows best,” Travis says, his hand on my lower back to keep me in place as my ass gradually stretches to allow the widest point of the pug to slide inside me and then sucks back into place to hold it there. “Good boy.”
Travis then hands me a small remote control… and I think I know where this is going.
“You press the red button to make it vibrate,” Travis says, mischief in his voice. “But you only get to press it every five spanks. Got it? And the more spanks we get up to, the longer you can let that bad-boy buzz and hum inside your tight little ass.”
“Daddy! This is wicked!” I say, my blushing profusely and yet at the same time feeling hornier than ever. “Please, start spanking!”
“A pleasure,” Travis laughs, and wastes no time in landing five rapid fire spanks, alternating between cheeks and then watching in delight as I press the red button to set the vibrator off. “Not too long. You only cum when I say. Understood?”
“Y-y-y-yes, Daddy,” I say my legs quivering as I turn the vibrations off and take another five spanks—hard and fast—to my rapidly reddening cheeks.
And so it goes on until I can’t resist any longer…
“Daddy, Daddy, I’m going to cum, I can’t stop myself,” I call out, pushing the red button as hard as I can and feeling my legs wobbling as an orgasm rushes up inside me.
“Leave it on, I’ll spank and you cum,” Travis roars, clearly enjoying every moment of this almost as much as I am.
And I do indeed cum. I totally lose control of myself as I buck and writhe against the couch, my entire body and mind set alive by a combination of my flaming hot butt cheeks and the turbo-charged vibrating plug lodged deep inside me.
“Fuck, fuck, I can’t stop,” I call out, so lost in the moment that I begin to think that my climax will never come to an end. “Daddy! Help me!”
Travis watches on for a moment as I wriggle and moan out louder, my orgasm truly finishing me off. And just like a perfect Daddy, Travis steps in at just the right moment to stop me from sliding off the edge of the couch.
“So…funishments, eh?” Travis says, cradling me in his arms. “I think that could be something we’ll be revisiting, don’t you?”
All I can do is nod and smile.
My eyes are wide and my whole being is in post-orgasmic bliss—and it’s all down to my devastatingly handsome, dominant Daddy.
After an intense day in the office, this was just what I needed.
But now? Now I need to go back home with my Daddy and try to get my body and brain working again…
The city’s nighttime glow spills through Travis’s apartment windows, casting a soft shimmer across the hardwood as we stumble in, still buzzing—not literally, thankfully!— from the playroom at The Sugar Spoon.
My backpack’s slung over my shoulder, and the flash drive in my pocket still feels like a lead weight, heavy with secrets about Knox and Obsidian Ventures.
But right now, with Travis’s hand brushing mine, his Daddy presence warm and steady, the weight of the day feels lighter. But I’m super tired.
