Page 45 of The Royal in Room 3

“Hold yourself open for me.”

He spread his cheeks, baring himself to my greedy eyes. The next slap was against his hole, and a sharp cry—but more of pleasure than pain—tore from his lips.

“Daddy, please,” he moaned.

“Please, what, little prince? Do you want me to stop?”

He shook his head.

“Then what do you say?”

“Green, Daddy.”

“Good boy.” I smacked his hole twice again, in rapid succession, and he started to scramble away, but I pulled him back onto my lap. “Where do you think you’re going? Daddy’s not finished with you yet. You want me to stop, you know exactly what to say, but for as long as you don’t, you stay right there and let me punish this greedy hole.”

I rubbed the pads of my fingers over his opening, dipping the middle one inside him and up against his prostate. He panted against me but kept his hands firmly spreading himself for me.

I removed my finger and sucked it between my lips before returning it to fuck him lazily. “Such a tasty morsel. Do you want Daddy to make you come?”

“Yes, please.” He was grinding against my leg desperately.

“Then first tell me that you’re doing your best, and that’s all Daddy wants from you.”

When he hesitated, I removed my finger and slapped his hole harder than I had before. “Say it or Daddy will put you in a cock cage and send you to bed to think and reflect on yourself.”

“Oh, please don’t, Daddy. I’m so sorry.”

“What should you say?”

“I am doing my best and that’s all Daddy wants from me,” he cried, then promptly repeated it.

“Good boy. You’ve done so well taking your punishment. Now let Daddy make it up to you.”

I coaxed him up to straddle my thighs and took his lips with mine. He tasted minty fresh and salty from his tears. With my thumb, I flicked the tears away, then turned with him still attached to me so we were lying on the bed with him under me. When I raised my head, he opened his eyes, his long lashes wet with tears.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I said softly, running my hands down his torso. “Your skin’s soft like silk, and your body’s so sturdy a man can have proper fun without worrying that he’ll break you.”

“Then have fun with me, Daddy.” He smiled at me, letting his legs fall open. “I’m Daddy’s little toy.”

“Yes, you are.” I pulled him to the edge of the bed and stood on the floor. “Pull your knees up to your chest.”

He did what I said, one hand keeping his knees to his chest and the other spreading his cheek open so I had a clear view of my goal.

“Finger yourself for me,” I said, watching him as I walked over to the nightstand to grab a condom and the lube. We’d had our blood work done after talking about it, and any day now I would be able to bareback him when we had those results. We were both on PrEP and not looking to sleep with anyone else anytime soon.

Soren spat on his fingers and used the saliva to aid in pushing two fingers inside himself. He moaned, shoving hard and fast.

“Easy, little prince.” I chuckled. “Don’t damage Daddy’s precious toy.”

“I want to be filled so much,” he whined.

I lubed up and shoved my shaft against his hole playfully. “Is this what you want?”

“Please don’t make me wait, Daddy. I learned my lesson and everything. I’ve been a good boy.”

“Yes, you are.” This time when the head of my cock snagged against his hole, I went with the flow and slid deep inside his slick heat. “The absolute best boy a Daddy could ever want.”

I pulled him closer to the edge and planted one foot on the bed next to his hip as I rocked in and out of my sexy little toy. My sweet prince. My beautiful boy. His hole stretched around my cock, more pliant now than the first time we’d had sex like this. Now he could take a pounding without me worrying about how it would affect him afterward.