“Skylar,” I growled, thoroughly enjoying his torment, “answer the question, boy.”
“I need to be told what to do, in bed. I like to be…. hmmm.” He gasped when I nudged his sweet spot.
“You like to be what?” I coaxed, nibbling at his lower lip, sweet and plump as a ripe fig.
“I like to be used. Called names. I like it rough sometimes, Daddy. To be treated like an object, but then I liked to be cuddled afterwards too.”
I could do all of that easily.Gladly.
“You told me your safeword was succotash. That will be mine too. We can talk about our other kinks and hard limits later, but for now, I want you lying on your back.”
He hustled to follow my order, spreading himself on the picnic blanket like a feast, hair pooling around his face like spilled ink. “That’s it,” I said with appreciation. “Spread those sweet cheeks for Daddy. Show me your greedy little hole.”
Reaching down with both hands, he opened the gap in his pants, exposing his silken treasure. With the barest brush ofmy fingertip, his tight bud awakened. Beads of fluid glistened on his pink flesh like morning dew, and I put some to my lips, tasting his honeysuckle flavor.
“Your hole looks hungry,” I said.
He nodded fervently, so I pushed two fingers inside him, his supple flesh giving way easily, seducing me with its soft, velvety texture. His cock was outlined in all its glory by his tight pants, and I wondered if he’d ever topped with that beautiful beast. I’d rarely bottomed myself, mostly because it took a lot of trust on my part to allow it, and the men I’d dated weren’t shit.
“Take out your cock. Nutsack too. I want to see it all,” I commanded.
He tugged on the material until he was fully exposed, skin so pale that I could see his branching blue veins underneath his skin. I cupped his balls in my hand like twin plums, tugging slightly. What might they look like after a little sensual torture? I squeezed them tighter and Skylar moaned, tearing at his hair. He looked like a proper slut, bare chested with his legs spread wide and his sex on display. I reached up to twist his nipples until they were tight, red raspberries. Judging from the gasps of pleasure he made, a pair of nipple clamps were in his near future.
“Daddy,” Skylar purred like a house cat. He’d not made any demands, just soaked up my ravenous gaze and attention. Why his ex hadn’t locked him down was a mystery to me. Some men couldn’t recognize a masterpiece when they were looking right at it.
“Undo my pants and take out my cock,” I said to him, and he leaned up on one elbow to follow my instruction, still with his bottom skewered by my two thick fingers. It was a feat for him to unzip my pants and peel away the leather far enough to uncage the beast. He hadn’t complained the last time about my size, but I’d need to go easy.
“Suck me now, Skylar,” I said, testing his obedience. His violet eyes flared with arousal before he folded himself forward to comply.
I gripped the back of his head with my free hand. Silken strands of onyx slipped through my fingers as I slowly rocked into his mouth. My hips flexed and my ass cheeks tightened on every forward thrust as my tail wrapped around his neck, not enough to choke him but to feel the sensation of his throat working me down. He should be gagging, even retching, but my length didn’t seem to faze him. He took me to the root with my ponderous balls slapping against his chin.
“Yeah, baby,” I cooed as he swallowed around me, throat tightening like a slipknot. “You’re so good at this. Pretty little cocksucker. Play with my nuts too. Let’s see how well you can multitask.”
He fondled me with one clever hand, pinching and squeezing. His fingernails scraped along my pebbled skin, pleasure edged with pain. He was folded up like a contortionist, and I remembered the comment the ogre had made about a fae’s flexibility “down there.” Was that the reason he’d adapted so easily to my size? Couldhe take my fist too?
“Christ almighty,” I said on a sharp exhale. “You’d better stop before I come.”
He didn’t though. He gave me a few more long, leisurely pulls with his cocoon-like throat, as if trying to coax the cum from my nuts until I finally managed to pull him off me. His mischievous smile told me he was a bit of a brat too, which only enticed me further. Cherry-red lips were glazed with spit and his luminous eyes pooled with tears as he awaited his nextinstruction. It was a heady intoxication to be looked upon in that way. And a sobering responsibility too. I dropped down to kiss his sinfully sloppy mouth, tasting my own sweat and musk on his lips and beneath it, the sweetness I’d come to associate with his skin. One of his sharp teeth grazed my lower lip and I pulled back.
“I’m sorry,” he said, eyes wide as if I might hurt him.
“I don’t mind.” I licked the blood from the puncture in my lip. As far as pain went, I was more concerned about the hard floor. The bedrock was going to be hell on my knees, but at least I had my thick leathers to protect me. “Lay back now. I got to get you ready for my cock.”
“I can take it,” he said, almost urgently. “I want to feel you, all of you at once. Please, Daddy?”
“You’re going to have to get back on my bike after this, and I don’t want you in pain the whole ride home. Trust Daddy to know what’s best.”
He nodded and I worked three fingers inside him, stretching his tight ring of muscle with a mounting urgency. “You wantto take this off?” I asked regarding his pants, but he only reached down and tugged at the slit until it ripped wide open. With his gaping, wet cherry exposed, he looked thoroughly debauched.
I’d never been hungrier in my life.
Wordlessly, in grunts and moans, my baser instincts took over. I pushed back on his thighs to mount him at the best angle, then fed my girthy member into his slick hole. Like dipping my dick into a vat of warm honey, I didn’t know where he fit all that cock, but I’d swear I could see my shaft moving under the tautness of his abdomen.
“Ohhhhh,” Skylar said, his expression dissolving into a serrated groan. Eager and a little impatient too, he started rocking on my pole to get me deeper, so I grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head.
“Settle down,” I commanded, and he obeyed–just barely–his body twitching and squirming beneath me like a soul possessed. I nipped at his neck to remind him who was in charge here. “You are a wild one,” I said with appreciation. Gone was the timid fae who was too shy to ask for a break during work, who deferred to me and customers alike. Here was my hellion.
“But I want you, Daddy,” he said plaintively. I scooped him up into my arms so that I might kiss his beautiful lips and head off his impatience. Kneeling there on the blanket, I held him to me with his channel milking my cock and his head lollingaround like he was drunk. “Goddess, no one has ever filled me the way you do,” he said.
