“Slow down, boy. Slow down, Phoenix.” Daddy’s hips pushed up, though. What he wanted wasn’t a mystery, even if he was trying to be nice. I didn’t need him to go easy on me. This was something I knew how to do, so I swallowed until I was sure my throat couldn’t handle any more of him, then kept going. It was a strange sensation to feel him go down farther, stuffed deep in my throat; he was my Daddy, though, and I wanted him there.
“Slow,” Daddy murmured. His hips strained, and I slid up his shaft, using my tongue to massage the underside as I went, and then I licked around the crown of his cock. I wanted to show Daddy what a good boy I could be, so I used my tongue to flick that little piece of sensitive flesh under the head and sucked hard.
“Shit, Phoenix. It’s been too long and you’re so good. Damn it.” The gush of bittersweet cum that coated my taste buds took me by surprise. I swallowed each load he blasted into my mouth and moaned around it, pleased to have done as Daddy ordered. I would pleasure him every day of his life, if he would tell me to do it in that strong tone and look at me like I was amazing. I’d been getting a little better, feeling more like myself again, and while I didn’t think I had to do every single thing he said anymore, this was something I wanted to give him. Helping Daddy get off made me happy.
Worry wormed through my belly. Sitting back on my heels and licking my lips, I studied his closed eyes and flushed cheeks. Had I done it well enough? He’d told me to slow down, and I’d wanted him to feel good and come.I’d rushed.Would I be punished? The longer I stayed on my knees thinking, the more tense I became. “Was that what you wanted, Daddy?” I asked softly. “Was it good? Did I do it right?”
Daddy blinked open his eyes and nodded. His chest heaved and he chuckled. “That was perfect. You pleased me so well. You’re my good boy.”
The pleasure that zipped through my body at his words had me moaning again.
“Come up here.” He patted the bed at his side, and I leaned in to kiss his cock.
Were we going to sleep? Was it over? Some disappointment smacked me. I glanced down at my wood, which I hadn’t touched because I hadn’t been given permission. I’d been waiting for Daddy since the day he allowed me to come in his arms, and it was a struggle sometimes not to jerk off, but I’d persevered. I’d hoped he would want more from me, but even if he didn’t want to touch me, I’d done a good job, so this was fine. Except for the last time I’d sucked off Daddy, this was the best sex I’d ever had with a man, and I didn’t want to ruin it. I got to my feet and bit my lip when Daddy caught me before I sat down, running his hands from my hips to my waist.
“Boy, undress me,” he said, voice a low growl.
Relief and excitement made my fingers tremble as I reached for the collar at his neck. He chuckled when I got confused and frowned, following the collar around to the back. I’d thought there would be a button or something in front. I had to lean forward to see what I was doing, and he held me steady with his arms around my waist as I messed around until I undid the stud holding the white collar in place. I slipped the collar out of the high neck of his shirt, and he gestured toward his dresser. I rushed over without hesitation and set the collar and small silver stud down next to his cologne, then came back.
“I like your collar, Daddy.” My cock gave a throb, and I watched him carefully while I gave it one quick stroke.
He smiled, but it didn’t seem particularly happy, so I let myself go and hurried to unbutton his shirt and strip it off him. He helped, moving as I needed it to happen, and when I was done with the shirt and it was in a ball on the floor, he grabbed my hand and pressed a kiss in the center of my palm. He seemed... sad.
“Daddy, are you okay?”
He smiled up at me and leaned closer to press a kiss to my belly, which I loved. I could barely stand still.
“I’m choosing you right now,” he murmured. “I made promises I’m breaking, and it hit me all at once.”
I didn’t want to ask questions, but I also didn’t want to make my Daddy miserable, so I leaned into his embrace and forced myself to speak. “Do you want to choose me?” I’d realized a couple of months ago I was probably causing Daddy a lot of issues, but he hadn’t asked me to leave, and... he was my Daddy. My mind kept getting clearer as time passed, and I remembered that my life wasn’t always the way it had been, but I loved how safe Daddy made me feel. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and hugged him.
“Yes, sugar, I want to choose you. Every time.”
He latched onto my right nipple with his soft lips, and I whimpered at the suction from his mouth as it streaked a lightning bolt of joy down through my stomach to make my dick pulse. Drops of precum dribbled from me, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever been this turned on in my life. My cockhead brushed his warm skin and I writhed, searching for more of that sharp pleasure. He kissed across my chest and teased my other nub, twirling his tongue around it. I tried to press forward to get him to do what he’d done before, and he chuckled, scraping his stubble over the sensitive peak before he suckled lightly. The pleasure made my nipple feel like it was part of my dick somehow—when he played with it, I felt like I was getting ready to come.
He sat back and gave me a smirk that twisted me up and made me want to drop to the floor at his feet and offer him my whole life... again.
“You forgot to take off my pants,” he said, glancing down and back up at me.
Panic smashed through me like a wrecking ball. I bent to peel off his socks first. “Sorry, Daddy! I forgot what I should be doing.” Everything had felt so good, and I’d messed up. I breathed too fast and too hard, and even though Daddy wasn’t berating me, I felt bad. I tugged at the top of his pants, and he planted his hands on the bed and raised himself up so I could pull them down and off his legs, and when they were in a heap on the floor with the rest of his clothes, he leaned forward and caught my hands.
“Boy, calm down. I’m your Daddy, I’m not going to hurt you.” He stared into my eyes.
I swallowed hard, nodding. “I trust you.”
The tension that arced between us like electricity had me licking my lips. Daddy stood, and a thrill raced through me as he backed me against the wall near the futon with my hands still in his. He slid his palms down to my wrists and raised my arms, pinning them against the wall over my head. I didn’t think I’d ever been this hard in my life and couldn’t think about much else as I strained to feel Daddy’s strength. He rubbed his stubble against my neck, sending a shiver through my body. This was all so good. He kissed his way down my neck and dragged his cheek along my collarbone. The stubble prickled, and I almost died when he did the same thing to each of my nipples. I wasn’t sure if it was good or not, but my cock throbbed and ached, and I wanted so much to come.
“Daddy,” I begged.
He didn’t let go of my wrists—instead, he kept them in a tight grip and slid them down to my sides as he settled onto his knees. He was so close. Right there. He shook his head and kissed the trail of soft dark hair under my belly button. All I could think about was how my cock was red and leaking and he could see it, but he didn’t look at it. No, he stared up into my eyes while kissing along my hip and down my right leg.
His hair brushed my cock as he kissed lower, and I strained against his hold on my wrists. I couldn’t stop watching him. He kissed along my thigh and pressed his lips against the sensitive area near my sack. He sucked hard on the skin there, letting go with a smacking pop, and his mouth was fire on my flesh when he did the same thing in a different spot, right below my balls. I trembled so much I was worried I would collapse to the floor.
Daddy brushed a kiss to my cock and the heat from his breath melted my brain. I couldn’t do anything except feel. “This is mine, Phoenix.” He licked from the root of my cock up, his gaze steady while he swiped a few drops out of my slit with the tip of his tongue. I tried not to make a sound and clamped down on my bottom lip until it hurt.
“Do you agree?” he asked, voice rough.
I nodded.
