hoped was about to happen.
“Then, I’m going to get on my hands and knees for you,” I continued. My ass clenched at the
thought of his tongue lapping against my hole, loosening my body to take him. “You’ve asked me if I
like having my ass played with, and tonight you’re going to find out how much. I need you, Sam. So
fucking bad. I want to feel your mouth on my ass. That tongue’s going to drive me crazy as you get me
ready. Is that still something you want to try, Sam?”
I was careful to repeatedly call him by name, setting the tone, making sure he knew tonight was a
night for us to connect as equals, not as boy and Daddy.
“Please!” He tried rolling to face me, but I held him in place. “You’re really gonna let me touch
you there?”
My late-night shopping adventure had happened shortly after he’d first mentioned wondering what
it was like topping. He dismissed my observation that not being born with a penis didn’t mean he was
resigned to bottoming for life. When we’d talked about it later, he’d admitted he was worried that
having to put on a harness would take away from the sexiness of it. That’s what made this investment
worthwhile, even if he tried it and decided topping wasn’t for him. But I really hoped that wasn’t the
case because I couldn’t wait to feel him inside of me.
“Yes, baby. Tonight, my body is yours. You can do whatever you’d like,” I promised him. “And
you’ve been so patient about waiting for your birthday surprise. I think it’s time for you to have that,
too. Maybe it’ll inspire you with some ideas. But since you wanted to get off, you’re not getting
anything until you show me how you take care of yourself when Daddy’s not around. Watch your
video, Sam.”
I did everything within my power to distract him as we watched the actors go from sucking to
fingering to fucking. His entire body tensed and arched when I told him how good it would feel if he
was the one fucking me. How powerful he’d feel draped over my body, pounding into me.
Sam held nothing back when he came. He cried out for me as his body shook. When he tried
moving his hand away from his dick, I took over, pressing my palm against his dick as I fucked him
hard with my fingers. I didn’t let up until he was a whimpering, babbling mess collapsed against me.
“I loved watching you, baby.” I kissed his shoulder as I slid my damp hand up his stomach.
“We’re going to have to do that again, but next time, you’re going to watch me, too.”
I knew it had been a good orgasm when my boy drifted off to sleep. I flipped the edge of the
