“That’s right, baby,” I said when he gave me a sweet, needy little whimper. “You’re perfect.”
Noah stared up at me, letting me explore inside him long past the chocolate melting away, and when he finally started panting—skin flushed and pupils blown wide—I pulled my fingers out and broke off another piece of chocolate.
“Show me how much you like taking what your master gives you, sweetheart,” I said, pressing the small square against his tongue. “I want you to practice with this one for later, when I give you my cock.”
Noah shuddered, a wave that rippled through his entire body and left him looking almost boneless in its wake. Then he moaned, grabbing onto my thighs like they were his goddamn lifeline, and went from passive to active, leaning forward and hollowing out his cheeks as he started to suck all that chocolatey sweetness right off my fingers, letting his eyes flutter closed like he needed to give the job one hundred percent of his attention.
FuckingChrist. I was rock hard in seconds.
“Lookat me, slave,” I ordered, needing that to happen, too.
Noah’s eyes shot open and snapped up to meet mine—no questioning, no hesitation—and the whole instant obedience thing? It wasn’t just hot, it was satisfying on a level that went way fucking deeper than what my cock needed right now.
And yeah, I was still gonna give him that, too. ’Course I was. But it could wait. Taking care of him like this was too fucking addicting to rush.
I pulled my fingers out of his mouth and broke off another piece of candy, pushing it into his mouth to quiet another one of his needy little whines. “Shhhh, baby. Daddy’s got you.”
Uh…
Daddy?
I froze for a second. Not quite sure wherethatone had come from. Well, okay, probably from Pornhub, actually, but just sayin’… was it too weird?
Then Noah made another one of those desperate little sounds, relaxing against me completely, and I decided, fuck it. Anything goes, yeah? Besides, who fucking cared if it was weird. My cock sure as hell didn’t seem to have a problem with it, and Noah obviously didn’t mind the cheesy porn dialogue, either. He just wrapped his lips around my fingers and started sucking again, his pupils blown wide as he stared up at me with those pretty-as-fuck eyes of his, doing exactly what I’d told him to without a single other worry in his head.
“That’s it,” I praised him, my cock starting to swell even more when I noticed his pushing against the seam of his pants, too. It was a slim, hard ridge that looked like it was trying to bust right out and let Daddy take care of it… even though I’d bet money that Noah didn’t even realize he was hard. A hundred percent of his attention was locked onto me. It was heady as fuck, and that boner he was sporting was all the proof I needed that I was on the right track.
I pulled my fingers out of his mouth again and stroked them over his lips. “You want more chocolate, sweetheart? Or do you want to taste your master’s cock now?”
Noah whimpered, leaning against my thigh and blinking up at me like he was in a daze. “Um… Master?”
Oh, right. My bad with all the questions. Those weren’t what he needed right now. He neededmeto decide.
I tossed the rest of the chocolate bar aside so I could slide my fingers through his hair… stroke down his neck… run them over his collar. Then I gave it a little tug, pulling him off the bed.
“On your knees, slave.” My voice came out thick and low as I took half a step back to give him room to do what I’d just told him to. Then, “Perfect, baby,” I said as he sank down in front of me. “Right there. You’re so good for me, sweetheart.”
I tipped his chin up as soon as he was on his knees so I could see the collar that marked him as mine, trailing my fingers over it possessively.
I didn’t love the way it was obviously irritating his skin despite that lotion I’d put on him this morning, but he looked too blissed out for me to stop and do anything about that particular problem right now. I made a mental note to handle it later, though.
“Jesus, baby, you look so damn good like this,” I praised him as he swayed toward me, his eyes drifting shut again on a contented sigh when I went back to petting his hair.
How was it so fucking soft? It was like silk, and I wanted to run my dick through it… and fine,thatwas definitely weird, but I gave zero fucks at this point.
Noah had always been the most important thing in my life, but this new thing between us? Now that I had the right to, I wanted to find out all the different ways he could take my cum. I wanted to rub off on every part of him, like some kind of predator marking up its territory from one of those jungle animal documentaries that I may or may not have occasionally made him watch with me. I wanted to make him mine in every goddamn way possible, imprint myself on his skin and own every one of his smiles. I wanted… fuck. I wantedeverythingwith my boy.
I gripped his hair and pushed my fingers back into his mouth. “Suck for me, Noe,” I said. “Make sure you got all the chocolate off. Show me how you’ll treat your master’s cock.”
He whined again, his eyes flying open at that, but my fingers were already buried too deeply in his mouth for him to say anything.
And that hot-as-fuck mouth of his? I was fuckingowningit. Wanted to get inside him as deep as I could get, even if it made him gag… which he did, and goddamnif that didn’t make my cock try to bust right out and get to him.
“So good for me. Take it just like that. That’s so fucking hot, sweetheart.”
I stroked the back of his tongue with the tips of my fingers and made him gag again, but even with the gagging, he didn’t try to pull away at all. Just took what I gave him and kept right on sucking… licking… staring up at me like I was the one taking care ofhim. Worked my fingers over like he’d suddenly decided to start majoring in Cocksucking 101 and was cramming for finals.
“Jesus,” I whispered. “You’re perfect, Noe.”
