I study him, the blush spreading to his neck.
It’s tempting to tease the boy, but I’m intrigued too.
"Sure. I’ll do it. But if I catch you looking too lustfully..." I lean in, voice low. "Punishment."
Eddie’s eyes widen, but he straightens. "I'd never letanythingget in the way of my art. Worked with life models loads of times. I’m one hundred percent professional."
I stand and wait for him to continue but he simply puts his hands on his hips like he’s waiting for me.
“Got it,” I laugh.
I strip—shirt, pants, boxers. I stand naked, unashamed before him, my cock hanging between my legs. From the off, his gaze is professional.
But as he sketches an outline to work from later, I see the flicker.
Heat.
And as his dick visibly hardens under his jeans, I can see that this sassy Little’s air of professional distance is quickly becoming nothing more than a mirage. And that means only one thing. It’s time to show this so-called artist who’s in charge…
“Remember what we said,” I warn, noting how dilated Eddie’s eyes are as he sketches.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” Eddie sasses. “It’s not even that big.”
“Who, yours or mine?” I chuckle.
“Very funny,” Eddie sasses. “Not.”
I roll my eyes. This boy is pushing me. He knows what he’s doing and probably thinks because I spoiled him with all these art supplies that he can get away with murder. Hey, some of us can. But not this boy…
“Stand up,” I growl. “Put your pencil down, stand up, and remove your t-shirt right now.”
I take a step forward, my gradually hardening cock swaying in front of me.
Eddie doesn’t miss a beat as he follows my orders to a tee. Moments later he is shirtless, his soft but athletic chest on display and his nipples perfectly pink and small, asking to be tormented.
“Now let’s see how you work with a little added motivation,” I say, reaching over to the table and picking up two wooden pegs. “You want to stare at Daddy’s cock, then you can wear these pegs to keep your nipples in check. Hell, it might even stop those naughty thoughts you’re quite clearly having.”
“Daddy!” Eddie gasps as I place one peg at a time onto his now clamped nipples. “I… I… I… I couldn’t help it. Yourthingis just… too much.”
“Save the excuses,” I laugh. “Now back to work. But first, remove those jeans and briefs, I want to keep my eye on your lower half too.”
Eddie’s cheeks go bright red as he duly strips naked.
The boy is submitting to me. I can sense it. Gone is the disruptive, argumentative boy. In its place I’m finding a boy who craves to submit, someone who needs to be told what to do and how to do it.
I return to my spot and watch as Eddie continues to sketch, my cock hardening quickly as I see him squirm on the stool, his nipples clamped and his throbbing manhood quite clearly aching for my touch.
“Put on a show for Daddy, ” I command. “Touch yourself while you sketch. Not too much. But enough to keep that hard little thing standing to attention.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Eddie says, the quiver in his voice telling me all I need to know.
I’m going to keep him teetering on the edge for as long as I can. And when I’m ready—and only then—I’m going to give him everything he’s ever dreamed of and a whole lot more on top of that too…
Chapter 13
Eddie
I don’t know how much longer I can control myself. The pegs around my nipples are one thing but teasing my throbbing cock is a whole other thing. If I don’t get a grip on myself soon, I’m going to be making a big messy exhibition of myself in front of Viktor.
