His hand touched my ass cheeks and I yelped.
A throb of anticipation made my cock stand to attention, pressing against my belly. Once again, Elijah had barely touched me and I was already fighting to stop myself from cumming too early--and without permission.
His hands cupped my ass, feeling the weight. I bit my lip. It should have been embarrassing, being physically examined, but the tiny amount of shame I felt was overpowered by the roaring lust. My balls ached as he ran his hands smoothly over my ass, then down my thighs, spreading them apart. I obeyed his touch.
“Wonderful,” Elijah remarked.
I whimpered. No one had ever called my naked bodywonderfulbefore.
As Elijah stroked my ass, he said, “Since you’ve been a good boy, I won’t spank you tonight.”
My entire face went hot and red.
“But.” As a warning, he gently tapped it. “If you do misbehave, I will have to punish you. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Let’s do away with the sir,” Elijah said. “There’s something else you should be calling me, boy.”
I blinked in genuine confusion. What did he prefer to be called? He hadn’t mentioned it so far . . .
“What’s that?” I asked.
When I peeked over my shoulder to gauge him, he had a smug and confident grin on his face--one that made me glad to be on my hands and knees in front of him.
“You can call me daddy.”
The shock made my knees go weak. If Elijah hadn’t been gripping my ass, I would have fallen into a whimpering mess against the mattress.
“Well?”
“Yes, daddy,” I said immediately.
Elijah smiled with satisfaction. “There’s my good boy.”
The arousal pooling in the pit of my stomach threatened to overflow. I’d never been so hard in my life--especially not after cumming just a few minutes earlier. Who would have known I had a daddy kink? Certainly not me, at least not until this moment.
Maybe it’s not the kink,I thought.Maybe it’s Elijah doing this to me . . .
I perked up as he lightly pat my ass. His fingers drifted to my hole.
“You’re getting slick,” Elijah commented. “Your body wants me.”
“I want you,” I confirmed. “So badly.”
“How badly?”
With a pathetic whine, I pushed my ass closer to him. I felt a trickle of preparatory omega fluid trail down my thigh. “Please, daddy . . .”
Elijah gripped my waist with his strong hands and I gasped. The head of something hard touched me--his cock. My eyes widened. I strained my neck to glimpse it and had to choke back a cry.
Elijah had dropped his belt and pants, exposing his naked cock. It was thick and long, fitting for a man of his stature--and definitely enough to skewer me with.
My mouth pooled with saliva.
“I take it you’re looking at my cock,” Elijah remarked.
“Yes. It’s so perfect.”
