I outlined his full lips, running my tongue back and forth, then dragging it across his chin and down his neck making his eyes grow heavy-lidded. He gasped, begging for more. “Say it, baby.”
“I-I…” Jude stammered.
Rolling my hips over his cock, I ordered him, my tone signaling my mood change from casual to dominant. “Whether you stay with me or not, I will always consider myself your Dom and your Daddy. And until the day you call an end to our relationship in a respectful manner, which does not include running away and worrying the fuck out of everyone, you are still my submissive. Is that correct?”
He nodded, the stubborn brat still not referring to me as Daddy.
The elevator thudded to a halt and I immediately pressed the button to keep the doors closed. With my free hand, I twisted his nipple hard enough to make him jerk under the pressure. I growled, “Say it. Now.”
“Daddy.”
I twisted his nipple again and his body jerked, needing more.
“What do you tell Daddy for Valentine’s Day?”
“I love you, Daddy.”
My voice soft, I whispered against his mouth. “I love you with all my heart, baby. And if you stay, I’ll make sure you know every fucking day what you mean to me.”
I pressed the button to open the doors, only to find an older couple with curious looks on their faces. “There seemed to be a glitch,” I explained.
Jude picked up his duffle. “I wonder if he ever twisted her nipple in an elevator?”
“He missed out if he never did,” I said, smirking.
Jude checked the room numbers, and we turned a corner. “The end of the hall.”
Before he opened the door, I needed him to know. “Seriously Jude, not calling me Daddy will not change our dynamic. I just wanted to remind you what you are to me. You can choose something else.”
“No, Daddy, I’m just freaking that Isabella is here. And I’m not sure what to do with that yet.”
Plucking the key card from his hand, I unlocked the door and pushed it open for him. Following, I walked up behind him while he gazed out over the ocean and snaked my arms around his waist. “Nice view,” I said. “But I slept like shit last night with half my bed cold.”
Jude pivoted around slowly within the circle of my embrace and when he parted his mouth to speak, I had the feeling he was going to apologize again. I pressed two fingers against his lips. “I didn’t bring it up for an apology. What I should’ve said is, I’m horny, baby. And all I want is to put everything on hold for a few hours.”
“What do you need from me, Daddy?”
“Everything you have to give, baby. Start by undressing for me.”
He began unbuckling his belt and I backed up to the wing chair and dropped down. I watched intently, observing his long fingers unfastening it and then pulling the leather through the loops in slow motion.
At the same time, I unbuckled my belt, unsnapped the button on my jeans, and dragged down my zipper. My cock was hard watching Jude reveal his creamy skin. I tugged the stiff length from the opening in my briefs and gave it a pull for every time Jude tossed another piece of clothing aside.
He toed off his Vans and shimmied out of his slim jeans. The black jeans were my favorite the way they hugged his tight ass and showed off his long legs. When he was naked, he took a standing submissive pose. “Look at me, baby. Let me see your soulful eyes.”
When he lifted his face, he took my breath away—his long lashes, the subtle hint of insecurity in the pools of brown. I held my cock at the root with one hand and swiped the pre-cum from my slit with the other. “Come heretesoroand kneel between my legs.”
When he was in place, I pushed my fingers into his mouth and felt a powerful stirring in my chest that traveled down to my balls. Jude never acknowledged how beautiful he was. Maybe no one ever told him enough to believe it, even though I was sure that he could have any lover he desired. But for tonight, he wasall mine. “You suck my fingers so good, baby. Now, take Daddy’s cock in your mouth and make me come.”
“Yes, Daddy,” he said, and when he did, I had a sense that he was back in his element. His reaction to not calling me Daddy was bizarre. He’d been gone for less than twenty-four hours and yet he’d fallen out of step from our dynamic so easily, which gave me pause. Maybe I shouldn’t have begged him to come back. But I’d felt his desertion deeply in my bones, like being locked in a small room with bees stinging my neck and arms and thighs no matter how much I tried to swat them away.
I immediately caved when he licked his lips at my leaking cock and then gazed up at me. “I’m sorry, Daddy.” Without waiting for a reply, he lowered his head, swirled his tongue around the crown a few times and then took me in.
Jude was still learning the art of giving a blow job. He was careful with his teeth but in doing so, he kept the pressure too light. I liked to feel as if my cock is being squeezed. But I’d discovered through dirty talk, playing with his hair, and using a light dose of breath play, he lost his concern of hurting or failing me and I’d be the welcomed beneficiary of my own distractions.
Such as when I cradled his head and rolled my hips at the same time, sinking my cock deeper. When he gagged, I held him still. “Breathe through your nose, baby. And hollow out your cheeks. You’re doing so good being Daddy’s baby slut.”
I moved forward on the seat, allowing me to lean over and massage his scalp with my fingers. I let them slide down his throat. “Do you like Daddy owning you, baby?”
