Chapter 27
JOHNNY
Okay, so the peppermint flavored condoms are totally not the same as sucking on a candy cane.
Daddy doesn’t seem to mind though. And I would rather have my favorite flavor with a hint of latex underneath than only that nasty plastic taste.
Oh. Oh. Oh. I can pretend that I left the wrapper on a candy cane and that’s why the plastic taste is so strong.
I’ve done that before when I wanted to make a candy cane last longer.
My hands are holding Daddy’s bum in a tight grip while I lick and slurp and try to swallow my new favorite candy cane.
I should have worked on my gag reflex more, but I never had anyone that I actually wanted to swallow down before.
Daddy is special like that. He encourages me with a hand gently brushing through my crazy hair, but I don’t want gentle.
I want Daddy to take me and use me... to own me.
“Easy, Baby Boy. There’s no rush,” he tells me when I try to pick up the pace.
I want him to be happy with my present. Is he just being nice to me, merely letting me play?
I can’t tell whether the tears in my eyes are from sucking his candy cane or from the thought that he doesn’t want me like I want him.
I drop to the floor to kneel in front of Dexter and force his dick down my throat.
It hurts, but God, I want him to want me like I want him.
I want him to lose his fucking mind needing me.
I need to feel him in every molecule of my body and soul.
“Woah. Stop, Johnny,” he orders and I fall back to my heels and bury my face in my hands. What do I do, now? Dexter is my Daddy – my everything. How do I make him want me? I don’t know how to shut off wanting sexy times when I feel Little.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whimper and start to crawl away toward the bathroom. “I’ll go take care of this in the bathroom and then we can cuddle, right? I didn’t mean to be naughty.”
Dexter steps in front of me and lifts me up from under my arms. We’re about the same size, so it’s hard to avoid looking at him, but I try damnedest. After about five seconds of me looking everywhere but at him, Dexter grabs my chin roughly and forces eye contact. I knew it. He is mad.
“I don’t know what is going on in that head of yours right now, John Joseph Gander, but you will look at me when I’m speaking,” he orders and the anxiety starts to settle.
His expression softens, but he doesn’t let me go before asking.
“Now, I didn’t want you to stop because you were doing anything wrong.
I wanted you to stop because I wanted us to move on to something we would both enjoy before your candy cane disappears for a while.
I might have a decent refractory period, but it’s not instantaneous and I want inside of your adorable ass before I come. ”
My arms shoot up to wipe away the tears and snot from my face, and Daddy chuckles at me.
I probably look like absolute shit, but I heard what I heard.
Daddy wants to fuck me. Even though I’m not exactly Big right now, he wants to put his candy cane up my bum hole.
He gives me a peck on the lips before releasing my chin, but I throw myself forward to give him a proper kiss.
Somehow, he manages to walk us back to the bed while still devouring my mouth.
I need to breathe, but oxygen is overrated.
Kissing my Daddy is much more important right now.
Lucky for me, he gives me a break and starts kissing down my neck to my shoulders and I gasp like a man emerging from the ocean.
I’m about to pull him back up when he shoves me backwards.
For half a second, I’m terrified that I’m falling to my death like Hans Gruber off the building in Nakatomi Plaza.
Then, my back hits the soft flannel sheets I put on the bed earlier today and I’m back to giggling.
It’s been a roller coaster of emotions for me, but I have my answer now.
Daddy does want me. And I will be the perfect boy for him.
Before he can change his mind, I flip over to my stomach and raise my bum up for him.
I made sure to take out the plug already while he was in the hallway.
He doesn’t need to know that I found a giant jingle bell butt plug and was having fun bouncing around earlier to feel the little vibrations in my bottom.
All that bouncing got my body ready to sing for my Daddy tonight.
Going caroling might have a new meaning for me now.