“Didn’t I just make a rule about what I want you to call me?” he asked, pressing himself against my back so I felt the words rumble in his chest. He slipped a hand around my waist and undid my pants. “When it’s just the two of us, all I want to hear from you is ‘Daddy’ from now on, got it? Not ‘Andy.’ Not ‘dude.’ I’m your Daddy, Jordan, and I don’t ever want you to forget it.”
“Can’t,” I panted, thrusting into his hand when he shoved it inside my jeans.
He palmed my cock and swatted my ass again.Hard.
“You can,” he said. “Youwill, baby. Say it. Who am I?”
I grinned, pushing my ass back for more. He’d thought I meant I couldn’t call him Daddy? Oh,hellno. I’d meant I couldn’t forget. Not ever. Didn’t even want to… and was almost feeling high with my epiphany that if I was right about him actually liking all the fucked up parts of me, I’d neverhaveto, not now that that the thought of us being permanent didn’t also make my stomach twisting into an anxious knot that I had to try to ignore.
“Say it,” Andy repeated, spanking me again.
“Daddy,” I panted, the way his hand cracking into my ass shoved my cock against hisotherhand, still rubbing me through my boxer briefs, making it hard to concentrate for a second. “Fuck,” I gasped. “Daddy,yes. More.Please, just keep—fuck.”
He gripped my cock through my briefs hard enough to make me whine, then gave me ten. Ten in a row. Ten hard and fast that had me almost sobbing, my cock gushing so much precum that it soaked through my underwear and made me slide against his hand with every crack of his palm, getting me so close, so fast, that only wanting to be good for him kept me from shooting right there in my pants.
“Jesus, baby,” he groaned when he finally stopped, grinding his erection against my hip and mouthing my throat, sucking on my pulse as he panted against me, too. “Language.”
I knew better, and I’d fucked up anyway, and yeah, Andy had spanked me for it, but he pretty fucking obviously hadn’t hated having to do it, either, so...
“You legitdolike me this way,” I blurted. Needy. Whining. Needing correction. Forgetting shit he told me and too impulsive for my own good.
Everything that I’d grown up hearing was wrong with me, Daddy fuckingliked.
“What way, baby? Pinned against the door?” he asked, squeezing my cock and pulling my head back with his other hand to take my mouth in a hot kiss that left us both panting. He pushed my briefs and jeans down to my thighs, moving his hand around to cup my bare ass. “You, with this incredible ass hanging out for me to do whatever I want with?”
“Fuck,” I whispered, making him back off and give me another set of stinging slaps that left me thrusting against the door, smearing the wood with precum.
He yanked my hips back, making my cock bob in the air front of me. “Don’t make a mess, baby,” he whispered in my ear, rubbing my ass again. Waking the sting up. Teasing my hole. “I love it when you’re desperate for Daddy to take care of you, though.”
“Always,” I panted. “Please, Daddy.”
“Please, what, sweetheart?” he asked, kneading my ass as I rested my forehead against the door and tried to catch my breath, my whole world shrinking down to his hands on my ass and the buzzing heat he’d put there. He smacked it again. “Petal, tell me what you need.”
This. Him. More.Fuck.
With his hands all over me, making me feel completely owned wherever he touched me, I couldn’tthink. “Can’t,” I said. “You’re turning me on too much.”
“No such thing,” he said, sounding smug. “Wedoonly have an hour, baby.” He slipped a hand between my legs, pressing up right behind my balls. “I should bend you over and spank you right here,” he said, rubbing my taint hard. “Make you spread your legs and fold yourself in half so I can get to it. Heat you up, turn you red, make you whine for me… Jesus, baby, yes. Just like that. Love it when you sound so needy.”
Fuck, hedidhave me whining again. Wanting shit I never would have thought I would. Ready to take whatever he wanted to give me and then beg for more. Breathing so fast I started to get lightheaded as I thrust back against his hand in desperation.
“Stay just like this,” he said, backing off just far enough to pull my shirt off, then running his hands down my body once he’d tossed it aside and pushing me against the door again. “God, you’re beautiful, Jordan. Stick your ass out for me, baby. Let me take care of it for you.”
I did it without thinking, arching my back and spreading my legs as wide as I could with my thighs still trapped by my jeans. My whole body was primed to do whatever Daddy said, so it was instinctual, but if he spanked me like this, I really was going to make a mess all over the door.
I needed to come, but I needed to be good even more.
“Wait,” I gasped out just as he landed a stinging slap that sent heat blistering straight through me and right up my cock.
“No,” he said firmly. “Daddy’s in charge now.”
Oh, fuck. Yes, please. Always. That shit justdidit for me, and when he spanked me again, my head start to feel floaty. But—
“Daddy...” I tried again.
“That’s... right... baby,” he said, adding another slow, hard spank that was almost more of a grab-and-squeeze with each word. “Daddy’s...got...you.”
I pressed my forehead against the smooth wood of the door again, my cock throbbing every time his palm connected with my ass, and then he stretched one arm across my back to hold me in place and switched it up, starting to spank me with a quick, hard rhythm that ricocheted through my whole fucking body, building up the electric heat coiling inside me and putting my chances of not coming against the door lower by the second.
