“Youaremine, Jack,” he said, his voice all growly and hot-sounding as he suddenly thrust that massive cock of his up against me, his fingers digging into my butt hard enough to make me gasp. Then he groaned again and stopped moving, holding me still, too. “And I’m definitely going to fuck you. But if you think I’m fucking you without any prep, sweetheart,” he added with a stern look, “you really do need a spanking.”
My breath hitched, something hot and delicious shooting down my spine.Unnnnnngggghhhh. Why did that threat make my dick get even harder?
“Be good,” Daddy said, popping one of my ass cheeks and making me whine like a needy pet. I rubbed myself against him, panting and hard and aching, like I hadn’t just come my brains out a little bit ago. He did it again, but this time on the other cheek, and sharp enough to really sting. “Jack,” he said, so stern and hard that I would have been scared if it had been from anyone else. From him, though, hearing my name like that just made me want to melt.
And settle down for him, of course. I’d forgotten myself, and he’d been right to remind me.
“Sorry, Daddy,” I whispered, making myself be good and stop humping him, even as the heat that had bloomed on my ass from those two hard smacks made me crave more of it so bad that I almost didn’t know what to do with myself. Getting spanked by Daddy made me feel… feeltrembly, but all on the inside and like it was too much to contain without something bursting.
I’d never liked being hit when I was with Max or his friends, but now that it was Daddy—making me be good when I couldn’t and helping me learn how to do better for him, just like when he’d tied me to the bed—I wanted more. I wanted to beg him to treat me even dirtier. But I also wanted to melt against him in gratitude. Butalsokeep humping myself against him until I burst, which probably meant that he was right to spank me, since I’d been doing exactly that even after he’d already told me to be good.
“That’s better, sweet boy,” he said, holding me by the back of the neck while he rubbed over the warmth in my butt. And the way he looked at me, like he was proud of me even though I’d messed up, made every one of those feelings and wants inside me burn even brighter.
“Please,” I whispered, not even sure what exactly I was asking for. “Please pleaseplease, Daddy.”
Daddy’s grip tightened on me, keeping me still when I accidentally started to rub against him again. “No,” he said, so firm and sure that I knew that was it. Decided. “Who’s in charge here?”
Suddenly all the trembling, yearning, impossible desperation inside me smoothed out and settled down for real, and even though I was still so horny I almost couldn’t stand it, that reminder made me feel anchored and calm again, too. “You are, Daddy,” I said, resting my head against his thick, solid shoulder and wishing with everything I had that I could just… stay.
“That’s my good boy,” Daddy said, his hands flexing on my ass and sendingshiversthrough me. “And?—”
My stomach suddenly growled again and interrupted him, loud andsuperembarrassing. But he just smiled and leaned down to kiss my forehead, then kept right on talking.
“And since we’ve just both agreed again that Daddy’s in charge, I say you need to eat before we do anything else. Arealmeal this time.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I said, a little relieved despite myself.
I really was hungry, because I always was, but mostly it was just such a relief to be told Ihadto. I couldn’t worry about it, since Daddy was in charge and he’d said that was what we were doing. And if Greg’s boss ended up taking the cost of the food out of the money I was supposed to get for tonight, I’d just…
Well, I didn’t know what I’d do, but I’d just have to roll with it like I did with everything else that happened.
That was a problem for later, though, and since I kind of couldn’t stand thinking about later right now, I stopped. Besides, there were other things Ididwant to think about.
“Will you still fuck me afterward, though?” I asked, figuring it was a yes and hoping he didn’t expect me to eat anything that would make fucking… unpleasant.
“Oh sweetheart, I can’t wait,” he said with a hot smile that made my toes curl. “And once I get you back in this bed, you can expect to stay there for the rest of the night. Got that, sweetheart?”
I nodded, maybe too vigorously based on the way his eyes sparkled. I couldn’t help it, though. I didn’t know if he meant sleeping or fucking or using me some other way, but it didn’t matter. Even if he hadn’t been in charge, with him was the only place I wanted to be.
“Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy.” I bit my lip to stop gushing, but then blurted out the truth before I could stop myself. “I don’t want to go anywhere anyway.”
Daddy grinned. “Of course you don’t, sweet boy. Because you’re perfect. Now come eat.”
He stood up without any further warning, his thick thighs flexing under me as he just…bam! Got straight to his feet, one hand under my butt and the other wrapped around my back as he held me against him. I squeaked, clutching onto him just like I had before, but then I laughed, because… because I didn’t even know why. I had that helium balloon feeling inside me again for some reason, and it only got worse… or better?Bigger. It got bigger when Daddy laughed along with me and called me his sweet boy again as he carried me out into the other room.
He’d said an actual meal, so I wasn’t too surprised to see a whole new table that had been rolled in while I’d slept, already set with silverware and dishes and more food than I’d seen since… well, since Max had told me I wasn’t worth keeping around anymore. Everything smelled incredible and it looked like Daddy had ordered the whole dang menu. I could feel my eyes going wide as my stomach started making all sorts of excited noises that I couldn’t even be embarrassed about either, not when Daddy kissed the side of my neck and laughed again, then set me down on the couch I’d blown him on.
“Were you really going to eat all this?” I blurted as he wheeled the table closer to the couch… which was probably rude.
“Me? No,” Daddy said, petting my head as he smiled down at me. “Spread your legs for me, sweetheart. You’ve got the prettiest cock. That’s it. Good boy. I love seeing you hard. I ordered the food for you, love. I didn’t know what you liked, but figured you’d need to keep your strength up.”
He winked, but I was sure I couldn’t have heard him right.
“You ordered this forme?” I asked, my thighs trembling as I held them spread wide for him like he’d said, my cock trying to make up for all the years it hadn’t been interested by standing straight up in the air, just because he’d said he liked it. I couldn’t even pay attention to my unrelenting horniness for a moment, though. Not when Daddy was confusing me like that. “You ordered it before you even knew I was hungry?” I pressed. “Before my stomach growled? When I was sleeping?”
“Of course I did,” Daddy answered like it was supposed to be obvious or something. Not to me, though. “I told you, I’m going to take care of you, Jack.”
He had. He’d said that. But…
