He runs his fingers through my hair as I kneel. “It’s okay, Baby. It’s almost over. You took that so beautifully. You make me want to fuck you. My dirty, dirty Boy.” I whimper. “Hush now.”
Daddy lifts my head a little and I open my mouth when he presses his soft cock to it. “That’s a good Boy, you know what to do.”
I take Daddy into my mouth. He stops about halfway in, and I look up at him like I’ve been taught.
“Such a good Boy,” he whispers. He smiles a little, his fingers fisting my hair when I jolt. “Don’t you fucking bite me,” he warns as my teeth scrape against his cock.
I choke, my eyes filling with burning tears the same way my mouth and throat do with his urine.
My chest warms and my cheeks heat as I stare up at my Daddy. I…don’t know how I feel right now, except that I love and trust him.
I have my safeword. I know I could have tapped out at the first splash of piss in my mouth, but… I didn’t.
When he’s finished, Daddy pulls out. I make sure to lick the head of his cock clean. “My perfect Boy,” he tells me.
The praise clashes with how humiliating the act of drinking Daddy’s piss is, and inexplicably, my cock hardens.
“Now, go clean up the mess you made.” He releases my hair.
“Yes, Daddy.” I try to stand, but he pushes me back down.
“With your mouth.”
I whimper, but get on my hands and knees and head back to the corner, licking my cold piss up from the floor.
Once I’m finished, I sit back and look at Daddy. He leans down and places a kiss on the corner of my mouth. “I’m so proud of you,” he says.
“Can I brush my teeth, Daddy?”
He laughs a little. “Of course.”
Daddy helps me up, and I stagger a little, but he puts his arm around me and takes me into the ensuite. I undress immediately, kicking my jeans off to the side, determined to fucking burn them later.
First, I wash my mouth out with water, then mouthwash, before grabbing my toothbrush—that Daddy has already prepared—and brushing my teeth more thoroughly than a fucking dentist.
“How’d the meeting with Javi go?”
I spit into the sink. “Good. He didn’t kill me, and we came to an agreement. Hollis and Jude…didn’t like what I had to say, but they want Lio and Roman to get better, so they’re willing to do what Javi wants.”
“Good.” He is silent for a long moment as I finish up in the sink, then he says, “What do you think of Javi?”
“Weird, but good at his job. Why?”
Daddy snorts, and I turn around to see him shake his head. “Not what I meant.”
I look at him in confusion. “What then?”
He takes a deep breath. “He likes you, Baby. I mean, he wants to fuck you into oblivion, likes you.”
I stare at him in shock. “I…how…what…? I mean, he mentioned that if I was his, I’d be on my knees for the whole Stanley thing, but…are you sure?”
Daddy sighs and goes to turn the shower on. He looks back at me as the water heats up. “Yes, I’m sure. He’s…not obvious in a way you’ll get. I love you, Doc, but you fucking suck at reading subtle cues. His dominance isn’t as…in your face as mine canbe, and that goes over your head. But he’s been flirting with you since he got here.”
I snort. “I mean, he thinks anyone who threatens him is flirting. Guy has a weird death fetish, that’s all.”
Daddy laughs. “While that’s true, it’s more than that. Get in.”
I enter the shower, Daddy close at my heels. The best part of getting punished? Daddy’s brand of aftercare.
