“Angel, who’s in charge here?” he growled, already in front of the sink adjusting the taps again.
“You are, Daddy.” My shoulders slumped forward, and I rested my forearms on my knees. “I’m sorry. I just…whydo we have to do it twice? Shouldn’t once be enough?”
“Perhaps, but you’re going to do it again because it’ll make me happy to help you with this,” he explained. I grimaced, knowing fighting him was a lost cause. “The offer of going to bed still stands. I won’t be upset with you, but if you want me to make love to you tonight, you’ll do this. Do you want to keep going?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I took his outstretched hand and let him guide me back to the vanity. My hands shook as I steadied myself, letting Daddy position me. Knowing what was coming made it easier for me to take the bulb this time, and I reminded myself we’d go to bed as soon as this was over. I moaned when I felt the water filling me. Daddy stroked my dick, keeping me hard the entire time.
“I want you to hold it this time,” he told me as he pulled the nozzle from my hole. My entire body quaked with determination to make him proud. Sharp pains lanced my abdomen and I was sure I’d fail him. The cramps had me doubling over as I tried focusing on Daddy’s hand massaging my neck. “So good, boy. You’re almost done. Just a few more seconds.”
“Okay, Daddy,” I ground out. If this dragged on much longer, my knees were going to give out.
Daddy kissed the side of my head as his hand slid around my back. He guided me to the toilet again, this time crouching in front of me. It was the most horrifying experience of my life, knowing he expected me to relax and empty myself with him rubbing my thighs. I wanted to beg for privacy, but knew my request would be denied.
“You finish up here while I get the shower ready for you,” he instructed me. I breathed out a sigh of relief that I’d keep at least a bit of my dignity intact. I didn’t bother arguing that I’d showered earlier, because whatever Daddy wanted was what we’d do.
As nearly scalding water pelted my back, I once again found myself bent over, this time using the tile seat at the back of the shower for support. Daddy knelt behind me, spreading my cheeks wide as his thumbs dragged over my hole. One thumb breached me and I closed my eyes, repeating my mantra to stay calm. It worked, and I felt Daddy push deeper.
“That’s a good boy.” I rocked back, wanting more of him. “So greedy. Later, you’re going to tell me what caused this shift in you.”
I’d have told him right then if he’d asked. My nerves ramped up as the second thumb joined the first. The burn wasn’t as bad as I’d remembered the first time, but Daddy also wasn’t as deep as he’d been that night.
“This okay?” I nodded, shivering when I felt a cool burst of air from his words across my hole. When Daddy spread my cheeks farther apart, my breath hitched, waiting to see what came next. I wasnotexpecting his tongue back there, but holy god almighty did it feel good. He flicked my entrance while his hand slid between my thighs.
A finger pressed against my entrance, smaller than I’d expected. Realizing it was his pinky, I relaxed, loving him for being considerate of my fears. I hadn’t told him how much I’d played with myself back there while he was gone, experimenting to see if I could get over my fears. And I had, which was no small victory.
I rocked back as Daddy pulled his finger out of me, grunting when he pushed back in, this timenotwith his pinky. The pressure as he opened me wasn’t entirely uncomfortable. I was no longer oblivious to my prostate or how it felt when something brushed up against it, but the sensation was more intense when it was Daddy’s finger massaging me in there. I moaned and started humping his finger.
My legs shook and a foot slipped on the wet tile floor, causing Daddy to quickly pull out of me to catch me before I fell.
“Let’s take this into the bedroom, Angel,” he suggested. I melted into Daddy’s embrace as he turned off the water and dried me. “Go into the bedroom and lie down on your side. I’m going to get the things we’ll need tonight.”
I did as Daddy directed. As I waited for him, I was struck with the urge to play with myself to give Daddy a show. He liked to refer to me as his shy boy because I flushed so easily when he whispered dirty hints of what he wanted to do to me while we were in public. His favorite fantasy seemed to be pushing a finger into my crease while we walked down a dark sidewalk. I wasn’t sure I could ever let go enough to let him do that, but as I lay there waiting for him, I closed my eyes and imagined what it’d be like.
I sucked a finger into my mouth since I didn’t have any lube handy, then slid it over my taint, applying just enough pressure to feel it inside. I stifled a moan because dang did it feel good. Breathing steadily, I pressed the tip of my finger against my entrance, exhaling deeply as I pushed into my body. I worried Daddy would hear me groaning and think something was wrong, so I bit down on my forearm hard enough I knew there would be marks.
“I should be upset with you for starting without me,” Daddy scolded me when he walked into the room. I was so far gone I couldn’t bring myself to care. If he wanted to be mad, he could spank me or put me in the corner for quiet time later. I could feel the orgasm swelling inside of me, and knowing Daddy was watching made it even hotter than I’d imagined possible.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I apologized half-heartedly. When I started pulling my hand away from my butt, Daddy’s fingers clamped around my wrist.
“Don’t youdareapologize, boy.” Daddy climbed over me, still holding my arm in place. He lay down facing me and started guiding my finger in and out of my body. I winced when the friction got uncomfortable. Daddy reached over my body, pausing to kiss my shoulder before grabbing a bottle of lube. We made a mess as he poured a liberal amount of slick near my hole and started helping me fuck myself again. Eventually, he stilled my hand. “I want you to leave your finger right there and contract your muscles.”
“Oh god,” I moaned as Daddy repositioned my hand slightly. Without ever allowing me to pull my hand free, Daddy continued directing me on when to contract and relax. My dick leaked a steady stream of pre-cum, aching for release. My balls felt so heavy they hurt, but no matter how much I begged, Daddy refused to stroke me.
He drizzled more lube around my hole before releasing my hand. “Keep that up, Angel, just like I showed you. And donottouch that gorgeous cock. Your orgasm is mine.”
I nearly came from the words alone. I kept milking my prostate as I watched Daddy open a condom and roll it down his length. Ineededhim more than I’d ever feared penetration. He coated his dick with lube and stroked himself a few more times. “You still sure this is what you want?”
“Yes, Daddy! Please, I need to come so bad and I want to do it while you’re inside me,” I pleaded, unsure how much longer I could hold out.
He opened another bottle, adding a bit to the lube in his palm. “I want this to be good for you, so we’re going to try this. It’ll help with the initial pain.”
I was turned on enough I wasn’t sure there would be any pain now, but I was grateful for the consideration. I’d do whatever possible to keep from another failed attempt to make love to Daddy. He lay on his back, pulling me over him. “You’re going to do the work this time, Angel. You’ll be in total control of how much you take and how fast we go.”
I’d read this was supposed to be a better position for people like me who weren’t sure they wanted to take a dick up their butt, but I hadn’t suggested it because I’d doubted Daddy would give up that much control. I should’ve known he wouldn’t have an issue with this position; he’d proven time and again he was all about making sure I was okay.
“Reach around behind yourself and hold the base of my cock,” he directed me. I scooted backward until I felt the head of his dick touching my skin. “Push up on your knees so you can reach around and spread yourself. It’ll be easier this way.”
I followed his instructions. Daddy lifted his hips off the mattress, nudging my hole. Desperation and anxiety warred in my mind. Desperation dared me to impale myself on him just to get it over with and see how it felt, but my anxiety wanted slow, teasing glides across my prostate. Possibly sensing the mistake I was about to make, Daddy dug his fingers into my hips. “Nice and slow, Angel. Want to feel your hole stretching around my cock. We have nowhere to be so there’s no reason to rush.”
