Then there would be nothing I could do but lie here and take it.
Let it break me into pieces, every single one of them belonging to him.
If I was Daddy’s dollbaby right now, there would be nothing,nothingelse that existed except the exquisite miracle he was performing on me with his tongue right now… and with histeeth.
I made a sound that left my throat raw, yanking on my knees and pushing my butt at him, because he’dsucked. He was kissing me there, just like he did on my mouth. And I was… I waswailing. Begging and promising, even though I only wanted what he gave me. Only wanted him to be in charge. Only wanted Daddy to decide.
But not right now. Or, yes right now, because yes always, but his mouth made me completely forget myself, not thinking for one single second of how others in the hotel might hear, not thinking about whether or not Daddy would care how greedy I got, not thinking atall.
Then I realized how loud I was being, and—
“Don’t you dare stop, baby,” Daddy growled when I clamped my mouth closed. “Those sounds belong tome. Let me hear how I’m making you feel. You don’t ever need to hold back with me.”
He was making me feel owned and cherished andperfect, owned in an entirely different way than when I was his doll, and I wanted it to go onforever.
But it didn’t.
“Goddamn, you beautiful boy,” Daddy muttered, easing away from my hole and placing wet, biting kisses over all the sensitive skin that was near it. “I will pose my dollbaby ass-out someday, and feast on this for hours.”
I moaned, clutching my knees so tightly that I might leave dents, and pictured him doing… doing all that.
He surged up and took my hands away, sucking hard, just once, on each nipple. Then—
“Over, baby,” he grunted, scooting himself back and then flipping me like a pancake. Putting me on my stomach so fast that I gasped, the sensation when my aching erection met the smooth, silky bed cover almost too much to bear.
I humped against it without meaning to, all my partscompletelyworking just fine, and Daddy laughed, low and dirty, grabbing my hips from behind and pulling me up.
I whined. I couldn’t help it. And if I hadn’t had to support myself on my arms, I might even have tried to touch myself.
“Itake care of you,” Daddy reminded me as he pulled me back toward him, spreading my knees and pushing my chest down to the mattress, positioning me how he wanted me, just like he would have if I’d been his doll. “Now let me back in,” he growled, rubbing his fingers firmly through my crease as he used his other hand to hold me spread open for his view. “Right here, sweetheart. This is Daddy’s new home. This is going to be mine.”
“Yes,” I gasped, shockwaves racing through me every time his fingers passed over my hole. “Everything.”
Everything was his, but especially that. He’d already made it wet and soft and trembly, and it felt… it feltwrongnow, without a part of him in it. Like my hole had just realized it was made to be used in an entirely different way, and now it didn’t know how to settle down, wouldneversettle down again. Not unless he—
“Daddy,” I shouted, my hips jerkingawayfrom him as he did it. But then I pushed back fast to try and get evenmore.
He’d gotten his fingers slick. I wasn’t sure how or when, I just knew that he was filling me again, like he had in the shower… but more. Maybe withtwo, because he was my Daddy and he kept his promises.
And he’d promised that he’d always,alwaysknow what I needed.
“Still so tight, sweetheart,” he muttered, his slow thrusts feeling both gentle and firm as he pushed his fingers in deep, then receded… as he made my hole stretch around them, then twisted… as he rubbed over my prostate, thenpressedon it…
“Daddy,” I panted. “Daddy… more.”
“Always more. I’mnevergoing to get enough of this ass, Rene. You’re perfect.”
For him. I was perfect forhim. It was all I wanted to be.
He pulled his fingers out, added more slick, and then he made me feel almost frantic, pushing the same two back in, but this time hard and fast. Twisting them inside me with each and every thrust. Reaching underneath me to wrap his other hand around my shaft and… and stroking me.
“Oh God,” I moaned, thrusting my butt back, snapping my hips forward, greedy for all of it and barely recognizing myself. Ilovedbeing under his control. Loved the freedom of not moving, not begging, just trusting and taking. But now he’d unleashed something in me, and I couldn’t stop. He didn’t tell me to, and I couldn’t.
And then he started fucking my hole. It was more than all the thrusting, prepping, stretching and arousing me he’d been doing with his fingers and his tongue, and I didn’t have another word for it. It was filthy and hot and deliciously wicked, his slicked-up fingers making obscene sounds as they drove inside me, and even more obscene sounds falling from my lips.
Daddy wasfuckingme, those two fingers of his doing exactly what I wantedhimto do to me.
With his cock.
