I really, really wanted to beg him to keep licking it, but I hadn’t even known peopledidlick each other there. And besides, he’d already reminded me a ton of times that he’d be the one to decide what I needed, so… so maybe I shouldn’t ask and be greedy? Actually, maybe it didn’t matter. I couldn’t ask, because I was pretty sure I actuallyhaddied, or at least my brain had completely fried. It definitely felt like if I tried to use my mouth for anything but panting into the floofy and now slightly moist pillow, all I’d manage would be another death-rattle-of-a-small-animal type sound.
Then Daddy licked me again, and I realized how very, very wrong I’d been.
I could definitely ask.
“Omigod,” I shouted, my back arching so hard as my head came up that something cracked. Not anything I needed, though. And definitely not anything that stopped a whole jumble of horny desperateplease I need itnonsense from tumbling from my mouth. “Daddy, please, don’t… don’t stop. Your tongue, I,mrpphhh, I need to, I needthat, Daddy. More of that. Please please please just… just…Daddy. Don’t stop. I’ll be so good. I’ll... I’ll…”
I couldn’t think of anything good enough to promise him.
I couldn’tthink.
Then Daddy slipped a finger in, right along with his tongue, stretching me so good I almost cried. It didn’t even hurt, though. I couldn’t remember ever having anything in my butt that didn’t hurt before, but maybe… maybe it was because it was only one fing?—
I gasped, my brain suddenly whiting out.
He’d put in a second finger, put it in deep, and itstilldidn’t hurt. It felt… it feltamazing.
Daddy made a dirty, wet, sloppy-as-all-heck sound, his mouth doing something filthy and wonderful that made my whole body tingle and throb, then pulled both fingers back and thrust them into me again, just like he was already fucking me.
“Daddy,” I squealed, a feeling almost like coming slamming through me as he hit something that made my cock and balls suddenly flush with an electric heat, like sparks were dancing through them but couldn’t get out since they were tied up so tightly.
He groaned, his tongue still hot and fat inside me, right alongside his fingers, so that the sound sent even more of those sparks racing through me. And then he twisted his fingers and hit that spot again, making my legs turn to jelly and my stomach tighten so much I couldn’t breathe. Or… or maybe I was breathing too fast? I wasn’t sure, I just knew I was suddenly hot and horny and going to… going to come even though he’d told me not to.
I really, truly, honestly wouldn’t be able to help it though, not if he kept using his tongue and fingers inside me like that.
“Daddy,” I whispered, feeling like I wasn’t just Jack, but a Jack-in-the-box that someone was winding and winding andwinding, so close to springing free that I could barely speak. But… but Iwantedto be good. I did. So I licked my lips, panted for air, then tried again. “D-D-Daddy. Please. I’m… I’m going to come.”
He groaned again, but took his mouth off me and leaned his face against my butt, right where he’d spanked me so that his hot breath played across my skin. And my skin? It felt a billion times more sensitive than it had ever been before, every exhale sending even more of those sparks racing through me as his fingers kept working in and out of me, slowly enough that it was perfect and horrible and torture and made me want to beg him to never, ever, ever stop, all at the same time.
But then, finally, just before he drove me to disobey him for real, he did stop.
“Need to fuck you,” he said, all husky-voiced and wrecked-sounding as he finally slid his fingers out of me. “Baby…” He cleared his throat, then the heat from his body faded, like he’d sat back or stood up or something. “Come to the bedroom.”
I didn’t think I could.
I couldn’tmove.
But this was Daddy, who’d promised to take care of me and who hadn’t broken that promise, not once the whole night long, so I didn’t have to move. Not on my own.
He pulled me up to my feet, my back against his chest and his arms around me when I wobbled, and held me there for something close to forever, just kissing my neck and petting all over me until my cock was drooling onto the floor and the rest of me felt so floaty and fuzzy and wonderful that I doubted my legs would hold me at all anymore. Which was also fine, of course, because?—
“I need you, sweet boy,” Daddy said, lifting me up the way he had before and carrying me into the bedroom, whispering things in my ear the whole way that I would have given anything,anythingto believe were actually true.
The way he kept touching me the whole time though, the way he kept looking at me and kissing me and taking evenmoretime once he put me on the bed to lube up my hole and stretch itagain, stretch and tease and finger it until I wasbegging, all that had me so floaty that I actuallydidbelieve him.
Just a little bit.
Just for now.
And then, finally, he slid a condom on and lubed up his cock—so hard and throbbing that it almost looked as swollen as my tied-up one was—and told me to hold my knees.
“Like, like this?” I asked, pulling them all the way to my chest. “You want me lying on my back? You don’t want me to turn over?”
“That’s right, perfect boy.Justlike that,” he said, his eyes so hot that the sparks inside me burst into flames. “I want to be able to see those pretty eyes of yours while you take my cock.” He pulled my butt all the way to the very edge of the bed. “I want to see your face when I make you come.”
When he’d promised to fuck me, I’d figured he’d have me ride him like I’d said, or else bend me over and pound me from behind like men usually liked to do, but he… he wanted to do it face-to-face? That would make it a million times better, and suddenly myheartfelt like it was coming.
I froze for a second.
