Stroking my cock for impact, I bit my lip at the sheer willpower leaving his eyes. “Well,sunshine, what are you going to do? Let me stroke myself, or are you going to listen?”
“I-I’m…” He struggled to remove his chest from the floor and sink back onto his knees. After two attempts, he pulled himself upright, his pouty gaze meeting me. “I-I’ll be good. I can listen…”
“Oh, you’ll be a good slut now?” I tightened my grip, running my hand from base to tip to add to the anguish brewing on hiscuteface.
His thighs tensed, hips rocking forward slightly as his tongue darted across his bottom lip. Dipping his head once, he nodded, a whine escaping him. “Y-Yes… I’ll be good now. I’ll be your good slut.Please.”
Lifting my hand, I closed the distance between us and undid the belt around his wrists. It clattered to the floor as I kicked it away. “Since you wanted to be so fucking difficult,prepyourself.”
Watching intently, I caught the tremble of his bottom lip, a key sign of humiliation at my request. “B-But you usually… You…”
“Did I stutter? You wanted to prolong your attitude, so spit on your fingers and fuck your ass.”
Where I’d normally catch a glint of either obedience or opposition, something else lingered in his irises. Something that hinted at a shyness or an uncertainty, a moment of vulnerability that, in a submissive state, could become detrimental to his headspace if not handled attentively.
Dropping to a knee, my finger curled under his chin, my thumb stroking his cheek gently. “Was that too much?” The hard exterior was gone in a flash, because nothing was as important as his heart.
He blinked once, twice, his eyes slowly meeting mine. There was a depth of submission there that I’d continually basked in, confirmation that he was already deep in the space of servitude. “I-I… You just… Normally…” Swallowing, he shook his head, his cheeks flushing slightly. “You usually… d-do that… to me… And I…”
“Are you nervous to do that in front of me? You’re being my good whore, and if it’s too much, you let me know.” I kissed his temple, letting my lips linger before pulling back.
“Not…” He bit the inside of his cheek, attempting to express himself while settled so deep into devoting everything to me. “Nervous… I-It just feels… Wrong…”
“Wrong? Oh, love, you left that outside when you decided to make me your boyfriend.” My hand settled on the back of his neck, my thumb tracing the side of it. “I’ll coach you, if you wish it. I’ll teach you fucking anything because you’re it for me, Liam, and God, does this make me love you more.”
“B-B-But… I-I…” He looked away from me, his fingers brushing across his thighs. It was a nervous tick I’d picked up on, something he did when he was slipping too far into the recesses of his mind. “I wantyouto do it… I want your fingers… Because… Because it’syourass…”
“Because it’smyass?” I repeated, trying to hide the smirk from blooming onto my face. “Because it’s familiar with my fingers, and mine alone?”
He swallowed again, keeping his gaze averted from me out of embarrassment. “Y-Yes, D-Daddy…”
Fuck.
“Mhm, damn fucking right.” I pressed two fingers against his lips. “Lick.”
Turning back to me, his brown doe eyes met mine. Without a second of hesitation or a sarcastic rebuttal, he leaned forward, wrapping his mouth around them. Sinking with a sluggishness that made my cock ache, he held my fixated stare, lathering my skin with his saliva. He twirled his tongue once before he ascended, pulling back from me as a trail of spit connected my fingers to his lips.
I swallowed my moan at the sight, my other hand digging into his thigh to keep myself from shoving myself into him then and there. Tilting his knee, I tugged, his back greeting the tile. Fuck walking. I just wanted to fuck.
Pressing the two fingers coated in his saliva at his entrance, I slowly pushed forward, watching for any aversive reactions. I was a dick, but there was a limit to how much agony I inflicted on him. He was too sweet to make cry from real pain.
As I entered him, his shoulder blades dug into the floor, a lengthened moan escaping him. “Fuck. Fuck, S-Simon…”
Biting the inside of my cheek, I shoved further until my knuckles hit. “God, we literally fucked earlier this week, and you’re still this goddamn tight?”
Not an answer to my question, but a drawn out whine filled with the definition of gutturalneed.Lifting his head, he looked at me beneath hooded brows, his stare so full of pleasure I practically came right there.
“P-Please…” he begged, his tongue running along his teeth. “You… I need… I-I need you inside me… I want to feel you fill me…”
A small grunt left me, nails clinging to the soft flesh of his leg. “Fuck.”
I pumped twice with my fingers before removing them. Using my hands as guides, I traced his thighs until they met his knees. Shoving both to the side, I angled my cock to where he’dbeggedme to fill him, and goddamn, I was beyond my own limits.
“Look at you, Liam. Whimpering and begging like a good slut for Daddy. Is this what you’ve wanted this whole time?”
“Y-Yes… Your cock. P-Please… Ineedit. Ineedyou.”
Without another delay, I thrusted inside, half of it swallowed immediately by his greedy fucking nature. The rest? Iteased, slowly shifting myself forward.
