Chapter 12 Rowan
ROWAN
Damon slides his cock inside me, without any more teasing.
“Oh, Daddy, you feel so good!”
“So do you, boy.” He holds still for a moment, a quiver in his breath.
Is he savouring the feel of me? I’m sure as hell savouring the way his cock is filling me up.
The way he’s gripping my hips, his touch firm but gentle.
The way he’s restrained me with his words.
I won’t move my arms, even though I can.
Weirdly, I can still feel the press of his hand against my wrists, even though he’s no longer physically holding me.
Being blindfolded is fun and thrilling, but not even remotely scary, because I trust him, and it’s been fun to experience him through all my other senses.
He sighs and then thrusts into me, holding me in place so he can get deep. He lifts one hand off my hip and then slaps it across my arse cheek. Hard enough to sting, light enough to be thrilling.
“Daddy!” My cry is one of pleasure, high-pitched and needy.
“Do you like that, boy?”
“Oh, yes, Daddy.”
He switches hands and slaps me on the other arse cheek.
I’m so turned on, my body is a quivering wreck.
He slaps me intermittently, switching arse cheeks, so neither gets too sore.
Gradually, he quickens his pace until he’s punching his cock into me like a jackhammer and I’m delirious with need and desire.
I’m so close to coming, but I don’t want it to end.
I’m glad I don’t have permission to come.
Glad I have to squeeze tight and hold onto my orgasm.
I cry out desperately and often. “Daddy! Daddy! Oh, Daddy, you’re amazing. Daddy, I need you! Daddy, you’re wonderful! Daddy, you feel so good!”
His words are calmer, but no less full of praise and adoration, as he repeats how good it feels to be inside me, how hot and tight I am. How needy I am. How good a boy I am. I lap it all up, letting his words seep into my heart and soul.
Just when I don’t think I can hold back my orgasm any longer, he stops. He’s still buried deep inside me, his breathing harsh.
“Daddy?”
“I’m giving you a moment, boy.” He eases out of me achingly slowly, like he’s savouring every last second.
Are we done? He can’t stop now. He has to give himself an orgasm. I almost don’t care if I get to have one or not. I just want to please him. Want to be a good boy for him.
“Lie on your back, boy.”
His command releases the mental bond on my wrists.
I move, lying with my legs hanging off the bed.
Gently, he repositions them so my feet rest on the edge of the bed, my hips splayed wide.
He kisses me softly, tenderly, slowly, his tongue doing incredible things to mine.
Then he removes the blindfold. I blink at the sudden shift from fuzzy darkness to bright daylight.
It takes a moment, but his face comes into focus.
He’s smiling, his expression softens, his eyes sparkling.
“I wanted to look into your eyes, boy.”
I’m a goner. My heart swoons. My chin trembles. I almost lose my load but manage to hold it back. “Daddy.”
He pins my hands above my head again and then glides his cock inside me.
He maintains eye contact with me, his face serene, his eyes full of adoration.
I’m lost in him. The sight of him, the feel of him in me, over me, restraining me, the tangy scent of him, the sound of his pants and moans as he fucks me. I never want it to end.
His face is a little red, and sweat beads on his forehead and chest. He’s so handsome, so beautiful.
He doesn’t wax, so I’m looking forward to running my fingers through his chest hair once he’s untied my wrists, and to resting my cheek over his heart and snuggling up to him.
But all of this can wait. He could fuck me like this into eternity. I’m so happy. So entranced.
He parts his lips. “Come, boy.”
His command releases the dam inside me. I come hard, every muscle in my body clenching tightly as coils of cum spurt out of the tip of my cock.
I gasp and groan, and enjoy the back-arching orgasm.
He grunts through his own release, quickening his pace for the last three powerful strokes before his cock shudders.
Gasping, he smashes his lips to mine, kissing me until my toes curl.
Then he rests his head on my shoulder, panting, his breathing and mine slowly returning to normal.
He’s still buried deep inside me, still restraining my wrists, and it feels terrific.
“Daddy.”
He lifts his head, smiles, and kisses me tenderly. “Yes, boy?”
“That was amazing.”
“Yes, it was.” Still smiling, he eases out of me. “Wait there.”
I’m not sure I could move even if I wanted to, which I don’t.
I do let my feet slip off the edge of the bed, though.
I watch him walk towards the bathroom until he disappears.
He comes back a minute later, without the condom, holding a washcloth.
He wipes the cum from my stomach with the wet, warm cloth.
Once he’s discarded it, he helps me move up the bed and gets under the covers with me, snuggling me against his chest.
I stroke my chin over his fuzz, the beat of his heart thundering in my ear. I’m so content. So happy. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome, boy.” He strokes my hair and kisses the crown of my head.
“I could stay here all day.”
“So could I. At least until dinner. I’ve worked up an appetite.”
“You have a lot of stamina, Daddy.”
He chuckles. “Hopefully you approve.”
“I do.” I move to straddle him, my fingers running through his chest hair. “I like a masterful Daddy.” I lean down and kiss him. “I like you, Daddy. A lot.”
He rests his hands on my thighs. “I like you a lot, too, boy.” He cups my cheek.
I lean into his touch, smiling and half closing my eyes.
“Be my boy.”
I stare at him, my heart pattering at his words. “Your boy?”
“Beyond this hotel room. Beyond Christmas. Be my boy, Rowan.”
“Even though you’re sort of my boss?”
“I don’t care about that. I told you I’d own my decision. The more time I spend with you, the more I want to be with you. But if you don’t feel the same way, I’ll understand.”
“I do!” I kiss him again. “I do. I want to be your boy. I want you to be my Daddy.”
He wraps his arms around my back and pulls my chest to his. “I’m glad.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever been happier to be snowed in!”
“Have you ever been snowed in before?”
“In a house, yes, once, when I was very young. In a car? No. That was a first.”
“And hopefully a last.”
“It was fun.”
“It was cold,” he counters.
“You kept me warm, Daddy.”
“We kept each other warm.” He hugs me tightly. “Thank you for flirting with me. For making it obvious you wanted me.”
“I did make it pretty obvious, didn’t I?”
“Very.”
I laugh and snuggle tighter against him. “I feel safe with you, Daddy. I know you’ll take care of me.”
“We should spend Christmas Day at your place.”
“Why?”
“Because you’ll have decorated, and you like that stuff.”
“Or we could take some of my spare decorations to yours and make your apartment festive together.”
“You have spare decorations?” Damon sounds slightly horrified.
I laugh. “Yes! One of my Christmas traditions is browsing the shops when they get their stock of decorations in. I always see something new, shiny, and pretty to buy. Sometimes the new thing fits the decorations I already have, sometimes it doesn’t, but I really want to put it up, so then I have to go back to the shop and buy more stuff to match. ”
“Wow. I don’t have any decorations.”
“Not even mistletoe?”
“No. Although I’d have to buy that every year.”
“You can buy plastic stuff, but it’s not as good, obviously. I’d have thought mistletoe would be the perfect decoration for you.”
Damon chuckles. “I don’t need any excuses for kissing.”
“Oh, really?”
“No.” He kisses me as if to prove it, and damn, is it a good kiss. “We’ll go to yours,” he says decisively.
“Yes, Daddy.” I don’t care where we spend Christmas, as long as I’m with him. “I have to warn you, though, my decorations are very cheerful.”
“I’ll cope. For you.”
I sigh happily. “This is going to be an amazing Christmas.”
“Now I feel under pressure.”
“You shouldn’t. Just be you. You’re wonderful, caring, and sexy, everything a boy could want in a Daddy.”
“And now you’re going to give me a big head.”
“I haven’t said anything that isn’t true.” Besides, it’s no more than the praise he heaped on me earlier, which left my face burning like a beacon.
“I hope I can live up to all your expectations.”
“I know you will. I have no doubts about that at all.”
“No more talking,” he whispers. “Just kissing.” He taps his lips.
I hum. “I can get on board with that.” I kiss him, although he quickly takes over control of it.
I end up on my back, him over me, kissing me over and over, showing me with every press of his lips how much he wants to be with me.