Chapter 11 Damon
DAMON
We return to the room, and I immediately pull Rowan into my arms to kiss him. I’ve kissed him a lot since last night, in the car, and want to kiss him lots more.
Someone knocks on the door.
I rest my forehead against Rowan’s and sigh. “Hold that thought, boy.”
He stays exactly where he is, lips damp and kiss swollen, while I answer the door. It’s a member of staff returning my dry cleaning, which is impressively fast. I give her a tip, close the door, and hang the dry-cleaning bags in the wardrobe.
“Did they get them clean, Daddy?” Rowan asks.
I unzip the first bag to check the costume, which is pristinely clean, and then check the jumper, which also no longer has any of the stains from our night in the car.
“Yes.”
“You could put the costume back on, Daddy,” he says with a sultry flutter of his lashes.
“And why would I do that, boy?”
“Because then you could fuck me while saying ‘bah humbug’.”
I stare at him, blinking slowly. “Are you serious?”
He shrugs. “Maybe. I do want to hear you say ‘bah humbug’ in your grumpiest Scrooge voice, though.”
I walk over to him, put my hands on his hips, pull him against me, and say, “Bah humbug,” in the deepest, gravelly, most annoyed voice I can muster.
He shivers. “So sexy.”
“Really?”
“Fuck, yes. Say it again.”
I repeat it, somehow making my voice deeper, almost a growl.
He loops his arms around my neck and strokes my nape. “You’re turning me on, Daddy.”
I say it again and walk him towards the bed, stopping when his legs come into contact with the edge of it.
“If I’m Scrooge, who are you?”
“Bob Cratchitt. We’ll pretend he doesn’t have a family.”
“Cheating isn’t sexy.”
“Not at all. So this is an alternate reality, where you’ve worked him so hard, he hasn’t had a chance to meet Emily, let alone have children with her.”
“And what’s going to happen in this alternate reality?”
I’ve never done sexy roleplay before, but I have to admit I’m enjoying this. Or maybe I'm enjoying the needy, almost desperate quiver in Rowan’s voice.
“Hopefully, Scrooge is going to fuck Bob senseless.”
“And why would he do that?”
“A Christmas present?”
“Bah humbug! Scrooge doesn’t believe in Christmas, let alone Christmas presents.”
“Oh, true. Well, maybe he just fancies a shag, and Bob is ready and willing. It’s cold at work because Scrooge doesn’t want to spend money on logs for the fire.” He licks his lips. His breathing is fast and shallow. “Sex will warm him up.”
I chuckle and kiss him. “You have a very overactive imagination, boy. You didn’t mention roleplay when you told me your kinks.”
“I’ve never done it before.”
I push him gently onto the bed, straddle, and lean over him, my hands on either side of his head. “You could have fooled me.”
“I haven’t, I was just getting carried away with how sexy you are.”
“When I say ‘bah humbug’?”
“Yes. It’s like you have a permanent aura of desire around you. Just being close to you turns me on.”
I arch an eyebrow and then kiss him slowly, taking my time to use my tongue to play with his. “Being close to you turns me on.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
“We should do something about that, Daddy.”
“Got any ideas?”
“Sex.”
I laugh and kiss him again. “I thought you weren’t horny?”
“I didn’t say I wasn’t horny. I said I wasn’t always as horny as I was last night, in the car.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive. But I have to make the most of being in this hotel room with you, don’t I?”
“We’re spending Christmas together, aren’t we?”
“Yes, and I’ll make the most of that, too.”
I kiss him again, because fuck knows I’m horny for him, too. With any luck, this hotel room’s going to be so hot it’s steaming.
“You said you were all right with having your arse spanked during sex?”
“Yes, Daddy. As long as it’s not too hard.”
I rest my forearms on the bed, so my chest is hovering over his, and my nose is almost touching his. “Then here’s what I’m going to do, boy.”
Anticipation makes his eyes gleam.
“I’m going to blindfold you.”
He shivers and licks his lips.
“And I’m going to warm you up, and then fuck you hard from behind, while I spank your arse. How does that sound, boy?”
“Perfect, Daddy.”
“I’m probably going to edge you, too. I might pull out of you completely and make you wait for more.”
“Make me beg?”
I smile. “Yes, boy. I’ll make you beg for your Daddy’s cock. You won’t come until I tell you to, will you?”
“No, Daddy.”
“Good.” I stand up.
Rowan whimpers.
“I’m going to clean your dildo.”
“But—”
“Are you being impatient, boy?”
He pouts. “No, Daddy.”
“Wait there for me, boy. Don’t move.”
He huffs out a sigh and folds his arms.
“You moved.”
He whines and lets his arms flop onto the mattress, in roughly the same position they were before.
“Don’t move.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I walk backwards to his bag, keeping my stare on him while I retrieve his dildo. He manages to return my stare at first, but the room is big enough that, by the time I’ve reached the bathroom, he won’t be able to see me without moving, which he doesn’t. Good boy.
I take my time cleaning the dildo thoroughly, keeping the door open so he can hear the running water. When I’ve finished, I leave the dildo to dry and get undressed.
Rowan hasn’t moved, other than to tap his middle finger impatiently.
He stops. He must have sensed my presence in the room.
I walk towards him slowly, noting the exact moment he’s able to see me, because he widens his eyes and pinches his bottom lip between his teeth.
It’s the first time he’s seen me fully naked, and I hope he likes what he sees.
At the last moment, I divert away from the bed to collect the lube, a condom, and a tie from my overnight bag. I return to him, kneeling over him.
“I’m going to blindfold you now, boy.”
I pause, giving him time to use a safe word if he’s changed his mind or is in any way unsure. Then I drape the tie around his eyes and knot it carefully. I wave my hand in front of his face to be sure he can’t see me, but he doesn’t react at all.
I undress him, starting from his shoes and working my way up his body.
I can do his entire bottom half without needing him to move, but for his jumper and T-shirt, I need him sitting, so I tug his arms to pull him upright.
He lets me move him like a doll or a puppet, and flops onto the bed when I push my finger against his chest.
“You look fucking sexy, boy.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
He is glorious. His entire body is littered with freckles. His torso is waxed, and his red pubic hair is groomed. A jewel of precum rests on the tip of his erect cock.
“I’m sure you look sexy, too, Daddy. But I can’t see you.” He grins as he speaks, a clear sign he’s delighted to be blindfolded.
Is he erring on the bratty side as a reminder that I promised to spank him? He’s going to have to wait for that.
I rest one knee on the bed, take his cock in hand, and stroke it a few times.
“Oh, Daddy!”
“Do you like that, boy?”
“Yes, Daddy!”
I take his hand and put it against my cock. “I like to be stroked too, boy.”
Being blindfolded doesn’t stop him from running his hand up, down, and around my cock. Stroking, squeezing, pulling just enough to turn me on, while I do the same to him. I knock his hand away.
He pouts adorably. “I was enjoying that, Daddy. Please let me stroke your cock some more.”
“No.”
He whines in frustration.
I kneel on the bed, over his chest, and nuzzle the head of my cock against his lips.
He parts them instantly and darts his tongue out to lick my slit.
I shiver. He widens his lips, forming a perfect O which is wide enough to allow my cock to pass.
I only give him the head, no more, but he licks and sucks it like it’s the tastiest thing he’s ever had in his mouth.
Then I pull my cock free. He responds with an even bigger pout and a louder, more huffy whine.
“Whose in charge, boy?”
“You are, Daddy,” he replies petulantly.
I get off the bed. “Roll over onto your stomach. Arms above your head.”
He obeys, resting his right cheek on the mattress. I gather his wrists in one hand, pinning them to the bed. I flip the lube cap open with my other hand and drizzle a generous amount of his crack. I use my finger to rub it, warming it as I caress and tease his hole.
He whimpers and moans. “I need your finger inside me, Daddy.”
I stop. I don’t take my finger away from him, but I stop massaging and stroking.
“Daddy!”
“What do you want, boy?”
“Your finger inside me. Please, Daddy!”
I chuckle. “I told you I was going to make you beg.”
“I am begging, Daddy.” He wriggles his arse. “I need your finger, Daddy. I need your cock. I’m desperate for you. Please.”
If he’s this desperate already, what’s he going to be like a few minutes from now, when I’ve warmed his arse up?
“Good boy,” I tell him, before slipping my finger through his tight ring of muscle, into his hot channel. “Oh, fuck, boy, you feel so good.”
He chuckles. “So do you, Daddy.”
I hold him down as I warm his arse up leisurely, making sure I stimulate his prostate on every stroke. I’m going to take my time. He’ll squirm, moan, and beg before I let him orgasm.
“Oh, Daddy!” His voice gets lower and lower every time he groans out my title. “Daddy!”
I gradually increase the number of fingers I’m using until I’m satisfied he’s relaxed enough to take my cock.
I remove my fingers and reach for the condom. “Beg for my cock, boy.” I carefully tear the wrapper with my teeth and work the condom out of the foil.
“I want your cock, Daddy. Please give me your cock.”
I roll the condom on, squeeze plenty of lube over my length, and stroke myself off to distribute it, ensuring I create a pleasing thwack so he knows exactly what I’m doing.
“Please, Daddy.” He thrusts his arse in my general direction, pouting prettily.
“I’m desperate for you. I’ve been looking forward to having your cock inside me.
Give it to me, Daddy. Give it to me hard.
I want you to fuck me senseless. It’s going to be amazing.
Please, Daddy. I’ve been a good boy and waited patiently. ”
I clear my throat.
“Almost patiently,” he amends. “I’m a good boy, Daddy. I deserve your cock. I want your cock. I need your cock.”
“On your knees, boy.”
I don’t let go of his wrists, making his task more complicated, but he manages to push up onto his knees, so his tempting arse is in the air, begging to be fucked.
I let go of his wrists so I can position myself between his spread legs, the gloved head of my cock pressing against his wet, shining, quivering hole.
“Don’t move your hands,” I order. It’ll be next to impossible to restrain him and spank him. So I’ll restrain him with words instead.
“I won’t, Daddy, I promise.”
“Are you ready, boy?”
“So ready, Daddy. Please give me your cock. Please.”
“Gladly.”