I clenched my hands into fists and pressed them against my thighs to resist the temptation, embarrassingly needy sounds spilling out of my throat as he held me where he wanted me and carefully took my mouth, his musky scent filling up all my senses as his precum started to leak onto my tongue.
I wanted to suck.
I wanted to swallow.
I wanted to show himexactlyhow good I could be for him.
But… but he’d told me not to. He’d told me to let him do all the work. Andunnnnghhhhhh, I wouldn’t disobey him for anything, but being so impossibly turned on without permission to get any relief was making me feel almost frantic.
“Oh sweetheart,” Daddy said, his breath starting to sound ragged as his thrusts got a little more forceful. “You were made for this. I love seeing you hard and wet and straining for me like that. You’re beautiful, sweet Jack. So good at taking Daddy’s cock. My perfect, perfect boy.”
I whined. I couldn’t help it. I wanted everything he said to be true, I wanted it so bad it felt like I was about toburst.
I wanted to be good for him.
I wanted to be beautiful for him.
I wanted to beperfect, just like he’d said.
But most of all, I wanted to be his for real, and if there was any chance at all that he’d really meant it about wanting to keep me, then…
No. Stop. I couldn’t start thinking about whether that had been true or if it was just part of some sex-with-a-whore ownership fantasy he was getting off on, because really, what were the chances he actually wanted me for anything more than this? The answer was slim-to-don’t-be-stupid-Jack, and that… that made my eyes sting all of a sudden.
“Jack?” Daddy asked, petting my hair as his hips went still, his cock still resting in my mouth while he used his free hand to tip my chin up higher, stroking his thumb along my jaw and… andgah. It wasn’t fair. Why was he soeverything?
I blinked fast, trying to clear my blurry vision and make myself keep looking at him the way he liked, but I wasn’t… wasn’t sure why he’d stopped or what he wanted me to do or how to fix things so he would keep going.
He let go of my chin and brushed his thumb under one of my eyes, and then under the other one. “Sweetheart…” he said, starting to frown.
Frown?
Oh God. Ihadmessed up.
My throat convulsed without my permission, suddenly so tight and constricted that it was actually painful. I couldn’t… I couldn’tbreathe, and not even from Daddy’s cock, since he hadn’t used me that way yet.
I never should have started thinking about him keeping me. No, about himnotkeeping me, because of course he wouldn’t and it had been beyond dumb to let myself wish for it to be true. Daddy was a client. He didn’t actuallymeanall the stuff he said. I was just a bit of fun for him. Some quick, easy relief while he was here in town. A… a party favor.
My throat got even tighter, but there was no use pretending it was different. I should just be glad I got any time with him at all, not to mention also getting some money I really needed, of course. But if Daddy had really wanted someone to keep? He was so,sohot, so dang nice, that he could have anyone. And if hedidreally want to be someone’s Daddy, he definitely wouldn’t choose?—
“Baby,” he said forcefully, his fingers suddenly digging into my scalp as he pulled almost all the way out, leaving just his tip resting on my tongue. “Stay with me.”
I wanted to. I wanted to so bad.
His eyes softened. “You got lost in your head. Do you need to stop?”
Panic welled up, cold and icy. I tried to shake my head but I didn’t want to move because then I’d lose his cock and it would be over and I just… I just wanted to stay. Like he’d said. I wantedthis. I knew he wouldn’t really keep me, but I didn’t want it to end yet, either.
“Shhh,” Daddy said, holding my head firmly enough that the panic started to recede. He stared in my eyes like he was trying to see right through me, then,finally, he smiled. “Okay,” he said, likeI’dsaid something, even though I hadn’t. “I’ve got you. We won’t stop, sweetheart. But I don’t want you thinking about anything but taking my cock right now. Everything else is Daddy’s job.”
Everything? For some stupid reason, that made me tear up even more. It felt like… well, like aDaddy. One who was in charge and made the rules and made everything better. And I mean, I hadn’t liked living underMax’srules, even though I knew I should’ve been grateful for him providing for me and all when I would have had nothing without him, but a Daddy would be different. It would just… just be sonice.
It already was, even though it wasn’t real.
Daddy carded his fingers through my hair. “Remember what I told you, sweet boy. All you have to do is be good for me. That’s your only job, and you’re doing it beautifully. Just focus on this—” He ran his fingers over my lips, “—and let Daddy take care of everything else.”
He pushed two of those fingers into my mouth, groaning a little as he stroked his own cockhead, then running them over my tongue. And somehow, that helped settle me down even more. A part of him was inside of me. Claiming me. Just a littlebit, but like he’d said, it gave me something to focus on. It made me feel all the things I’d only ever felt with him.
Safe. Secure. Stable.Horny… even though my panic had almost killed that for a second.
