“I thought you meant, um, making me come,” I whispered, feeling like my whole body blushed as I held myself on display for him, my cock already leaking again just from him staring down at it like that. Like it was whathewas hungry for.
Daddy gave me a wolfish grin. “I definitely meant that, too.”
I made an embarrassing sound, forgetting about the food altogether for a moment, and he reached down without any warning and jacked my dick until I was panting and shaking and on the verge of coming all over again. Then, just before I made a mess all over his hand, he suddenly stopped.
“So damn pretty. Stay just like that for a second, baby. I’ll be right back.”
He was evil.
Gah, I needed to come again so,sobad.
But not moving because he’d told me was hot in a whole different way, and I’d stay still and be good for him if it killed me.
When he came back from the bedroom, he had something that looked like a long string or a cord or maybe a shoelace in his hand, but before I could ask him what it was for, or beg him to keep doing what he had been with my dick, or figure outwhat I could promise him that would make him want to keep me forever, he told me to lie back.
I did, and he kneeled down between my legs.
“D-D-Daddy?” I stuttered, pretty sure I’d die for real if he used his mouth on me. He didn’t, though, so no need to call the paramedics. What he did do was reach for my dick again, stroke it just once, and then cup my balls.
I whimpered, pushing into his hand before I could help it.
“Shhhh, baby,” he said, pulling my sac away from my body a little, then quickly winding the cord he’d brought around the base and then over my balls in a sort of figure-eight shape. “This is for me,” he said while he worked on it. “Your cock looks so gorgeous all hard and leaking like this, sweetheart. I want to keep it that way so I can enjoy the view while I feed you.”
I trembled. I’d never had anyone tie up my cock before, but if Daddy wanted it, then I wanted it, too. Besides….
“Unnnnghhhhh,” I moaned, grabbing myself before I could help it. He’d tightened it and tied it off, and I was suddenly harder than I’deverbeen, my balls looking swollen and dark as they bulged out from Daddy’s cord and the sensation in my dick so intense that for a second, nothing else existed.
“Oh, you do want a spanking, don’t you?” Daddy said with a dirty laugh, pulling my hands away. “You know that doesn’t belong to you anymore.”
I whimpered, hating to disappoint him of course, but also… alsoneedingto come. It was like he’d set every nerve ending inside me on fire, and the head of my dick, usually a slim mushroom shape not much wider than my shaft, bulged out so much it looked like it was going to explode.
“Daddy,” I panted. “Daddy, I can’t?—”
“Of course you can,” he cut in smoothly, keeping a hold of my hand as he stood up and petted my head again for a second.“You’re my perfect boy, Jack, and I want to look at your pretty, pretty cock while we eat.”
I whimpered, even justbreathingmaking my rigid cock feel like it was going to go off at any second. It was standing straight out from my body now and looked fatter than usual, and it was hard to care about anything at all when I justneeded to touch it.
“Jack,” Daddy said, sharply enough that I jerked my eyes back up to his. He smiled, not looking mad at all. “Do you need Daddy to help you be good?”
“Yes,” I said, relief rushing through me. “Please make me, Daddy.”
“Anything you need,” he said, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “Always.”
Always. Always. Always.The word drummed through my skull, overpowering my raging horniness for a second. He kept saying it, and for a moment, I almost felt brave enough to ask if he really meant it. Because yes, ofcourseit was dumb to think he actually might, but so far he hadn’t lied to me about anything else, not once, not at all.
But then I chickened out, because of course I did. I didn’t mind hurting for him, but I also didn’t actuallylikepain, and hearing “no” would have hurt the worst of all.
He plucked one of the fancy cloth napkins off the rolling table and snapped it open—it washuge—then quickly wound it into a long rope. Once he’d used it to secure my wrists again, he lifted me off the couch, took my place, and pulled me onto his lap, holding my bound hands to my chest as he nuzzled into my neck. “Better, baby?” he whispered, his hot breath sending ripples of heat down my body. “Can you be good for me like this while I feed you?”
I should have felt embarrassed, but instead, I felt… cherished?
“Yes, Daddy,” I said, relaxing back against him. Well, most of me relaxing. My cock was so swollen and hard it was obscene-looking… and kind of hot? Was it weird to think my own cock looked hot? But it wasn’t mine, and that waswhyit was hot. It belonged to Daddy, and he’d decorated it and made it pretty for himself, tied it up and trapped it, trappedme, and that… that was a kind of perfect I’d never even known existed before.
9
DAMIEN
Between Jack’s delicate slenderness—toodelicate, with too many ribs showing—and the barely restrained desperation with which he’d eaten from the gift basket earlier, I’d already known I wanted to get an actual meal in him at some point tonight. Especially in light of how actively I’d like us to end the night later. But honestly, I hadn’t originally intended to tie him up again, keep him naked, and feed him by hand.
