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“If you ever hear me tell you to get into position, this is how I want you. Do you understand?”

“Yeah.” I swallow through my lust, barely able to get the single word out.

Crouching down in front of me, Cole takes my chin in his hand before slapping my face with the other. It isn’t very hard, but it’s shocking nonetheless. Heat spreads through me at the humiliation, making me crave more.

“Yeah?” The word rolls off his tongue as though it’s laced in venom, and I realize my mistake immediately. “Is that really how you think you should be answering me?”

Before I’m able to respond, he reaches between my legs and slaps my cock. A delicious mixture of pain and pleasure radiates from my tip, down my shaft, and through my entire body. I cry out and release my hands from behind my back. Reaching in front of me, I brace them against the floor, so I don’t lose my balance and faceplant onto it. My cock bounces against my leg before returning to center and bobbing up and down a few times until it goes still again.

“Fuck, Cole. I’m sorry, this is new for me, remember?” I look up at him, and his face relaxes as his irritation eases toward disgruntled acceptance.

“Fine. I thought based on our earlier conversation my instructions were clear, but I guess I was wrong. So, let’s go over it again.” He maintains control of my head with a tight grip on my chin, making sure my stare doesn’t leave his. “When you address me, you’re to call me Daddy. When I ask you a question, you’re to answer, ‘Yes, Daddy,’ or ‘No, Daddy,’ or ‘Please use my holes like the dirty cockwhore I am, Daddy.’ Do… You… Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Panting, the words flow from my lips as though it’s the most natural thing in the world.

The more he speaks, the more I realize how very little I thought about what submitting to him meant before agreeing to do so. I don’t think I fully understood how far out of my comfort zone he’s going to push me.

It only fuels my anticipation and desire more.

“Good boy.” He presses his finger and thumb into my cheeks, squeezing them until my mouth is wide open for him. “Hands clasped behind your back.”

I do as he says.

“Whether I spank you, slap you with my hand or my cock, tickle you, or finger your tight little asshole—whatever the action may be—the position I place you in is how you’re to remain until I say otherwise, understood?”

“Yes, Daddy.” My words come out garbled due to how he’s holding my face, but I don’t think that matters. I hope not anyway.

My breathing remains elevated, my cock still throbbing painfully.

Cole lets go of my face. Slapping both my cheeks a little more gently than before, he rises to his full height over me and sits down on the edge of the sofa.

“Turn so you’re facing me,” he orders.

I shuffle my legs, rotating my stance about ninety degrees. Cole looks down at me, my neck arched back. I stare up at him, awaiting my next instruction. I want him to fist my shaft. I’m aching for any kind of touch from him. My cock twitches, catching his attention.

“Look at how hard you are. Are you going to be a needy fucktoy?”

Licking my lips, I struggle for breath.

“N-no, Daddy.” I don’t want to be a problem. I don’t want to do anything to fuck up the deal we made, but also the idea of boring or irritating Cole doesn’t sit well with me either.

“Mmm, I don’t know. I think that’s yet to be determined.” He traces a gentle path over my cheeks with his fingertips before caressing my lips. When I feel him administering pressure, I relax my jaw and open for him. He sticks two fingers from each hand inside my mouth, spreading my lips and cheeks as open as far as they will go.

“What a big, warm, wet hole you have here. I think my cock will fit very nicely inside.”

His actions remind me of the way a dentist examines your mouth when you’re in their chair. Suddenly, the idea of being examined everywhere by Cole springs into my mind, and I whimper at the thought. Cole’s eyes light up at the pitiful noise.

“Oh, does my cocksleeve like the idea of that?” He doesn’t remove his fingers, and I have no idea how to speak with them in my mouth, but I do my best to answer him the way he wants me to.

Which results in drool pouring from my mouth, covering both my cock and the floor beneath me.

“I think that answers that question. You’re a fucking slobbering mess. I think you are going to be a needy fucktoy. Don’t worry though. That’s a good thing.”

Oh, thank god. Because the idea of wanting him to the point of being needy—and the fact that he likes it—arouses me more than even makes sense right now.

He removes his fingers, and I close my mouth. I almost move my hands to wipe the drool from my chin, but I stop myself.

“Uh-uh, open back up.” He places a firm grip on my chin again. “Now that I know how big your needy mouth is, let’s see how deep your cock-cave runs.”