I groaned. Closing my eyes, I settled on the mattress, ignoring how trapped my dick felt against the bed. I stayed as still as I could because every time I moved, the plug brushed over my prostate. It was worse than torture and I never wanted to experience this kind of punishment again.
Daddy focused on the book in front of him. He licked his finger and turned the page, the sound of paper rustling filling the quiet room. I inhaled through my nose, watching him under my eyelashes, hoping he’d come to his senses sooner rather than later, but he kept reading.
I waited.
And waited.
And waited.
It took all my restraint not to give in and suck him off while rubbing my dick along the mattress. I deserved a medal. Every second that slipped by felt like an eternity. I was struggling to hold still. I needed him like I needed air. I wanted to tell him I was sorry, beg for his forgiveness, but it wouldn’t work. He had control made of steel.
This was all my fault.
My skin’s warmth strengthened, but it wasn’t from the sunburn. I’d long ago stopped feeling the heat from that, though I suspected it’d be worse tomorrow. No. Right now I was on fire because of my Daddy and his patience. I hungered for him, and his dick sitting on my tongue wasn’t doing a damned thing. My wood didn’t disappear. If anything, I grew harder.
He paused every so often to look at me and brush my hair off my forehead, and I whimpered, pleading, but he merely winked and went back to his book.
The plug pushed in deeper every time I squeezed my hole, pressing against my prostate like the sweet torment it was. In response, my dick jerked and another drop of precum beaded at my slit. I hoped they put Death by Blue Balls directly on my tombstone.
Keaton Burnett
Died from Not Getting Dick
I laid my hands on his thighs and dug my fingernails into his skin, causing him to chuckle as he turned another page. He didn’t say anything, and I hated that I didn’t have his attention. There was something so fucking wrong about that. Why wasn’t he looking at me?
I sucked on the tip of his dick gently, staring at him pointedly. I craved his attention.
Every smile he sent my way released a wave of joy inside me. I was happy. I’d never felt this way and I never wanted it to end. I belonged to Zayn, even if he was a serial killer.
“Boy.” Daddy’s voice brought back my focus, and I blinked at him, giving a suck on his dick so he knew I was listening. “You’re such a good boy for warming Daddy’s cock while he reads.”
I hummed as a pleasant sensation swept through me. He was proud of me.
“Do you want my cock in your ass now?”
I nodded fast and released his dick. Sitting up on my knees with a straight back, I whined. “Please, Daddy. I learned my lesson.”
My length strained upward, reminding him it was still there and ready for action. It hadn’t softened the entire time, and by his smirk when he looked down at it, he liked what he saw.
He laid the book back on the nightstand and moved. I held my breath, lungs paralyzed as he knee-walked around me until he was behind me again. He pushed me up the bed, then pressed down on the middle of my shoulders, guiding me so my chest was on the mattress and my ass was in the air again.
“Will you listen to Daddy from now on?” He dragged his fingers down my right asscheek, and I shivered.
“Always. I’m sorry, Daddy. Please, fuck me.” What had I become? Since when did I beg? I didn’t have it in me to care how desperate I sounded. He’d ruined me, and I welcomed the destruction.
He gripped the plug and dragged it out, the bulb pulling deliciously at the rim of my hole. I hissed as the toy slipped out, leaving me squeezing on air. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long before he slid on the condom, slicked himself up, and the tip of his dick was at my entrance.
Thank fuck, he pushed inside.
The desperation in one deep thrust from Zayn was more than any man had ever shown me in his life, and his balls slapping against my skin made me dizzy from the sound alone.
His dick was a cure I hadn’t known I’d needed. The stretch was a satisfying burn, but the pleasure that came with it was a goddamned volcano and I was melting. My knees shook, and he wrapped his arms around my waist, holding my ass up against his pelvis.
“Oh God, Daddy.” I whimpered and bit into the knuckles of my right fist until I swore I could taste blood, but my eyes were clenched shut and I couldn’t see it.
“Fuck, you’re tight, boy. So perfect.” He rocked his hips, driving his dick farther inside, and I gasped. My eyes flashed open and lights danced in my vision.
Then, he began to thrust.
