Chapter 7 #2
His pec is squeezed so hard he might have bruises if he’s lucky, then a thumb brushes over his nipple, and he writhes on his Daddy’s lap. “So good, Daddy.”
He imagines kicking his feet in protest, trying to get away, imagines sobbing as he’s hauled back where he belongs, forced to endure every whim the man has.
“Good boy. I love it. Love knowing that you want it. Look at you. Your cock is hard and wet for me, and I fucking love that. I love that you’re practically bouncing on my cock you’re so fucking hungry for anything I want to give you.
You naughty boy, why didn’t you tell me years ago that we could have this? ”
“I’m sorry!” It takes a moment for the words to register, to realize what he’d apologized for.
“Shh, I know. Sweet boy.” And then he breathes in, and his voice is different. “I had no idea anything could be this perfect, Samuel. Already, just this. It’s fucking perfect.”
He whimpers, risks a crick in his neck because he needs to kiss every part of his Daddy that he can reach.
“I didn’t know you wanted this, Mr. Demarco. Daddy. Didn’t know we could have it,” his voice breaks, and he’s kissed and petted until he nods his head.
“It’s alright. Open the drawer, pumpkin. Daddy bought you a present.”
“Oh,” he gasps, because that’s a lot hotter than it should be. “Can I be pumpkin?” he asks, and Bryan laughs loudly, kisses him on the cheek like he’s proud of him. He rolls his chair forward so Samuel can open the drawer.
“Yes, you are now my pumpkin.”
“That’s hot.” He opens the drawer. It’s a stuffed animal. An octopus, to be exact. “Daddy?”
He’d hugged, his Daddy’s arms around his waist, the steady press of his back against his Daddy’s chest enough to make tears come to his eyes.
“The first Christmas party you attended was at the aquarium. Do you remember? We talked for twenty minutes next to the octopi, and you told me how you and your mother would go there before she got sick, that you had a book with ocean facts. You listed off five octopus facts from memory, and I remember thinking how cute it was. Adorable. It made me think you were young and innocent.”
“Really?”
“I swear. I chalked it up to your age, but that wasn’t it. It was this, you being a sweet little boy in need of a Daddy.”
Samuel reaches for the octopus, too emotional to speak. His Daddy’s hand stops him, settling over his and urging him to press his hand against the toy but not lift it.
“Do you want that toy, pumpkin?”
“Yes,” he whispers, and tears threaten to spill over. He doesn’t know why. It might be the perfection of the moment, the threat in his Daddy’s tone, the acknowledgment that some part of Samuel has always been seen and liked by this man.
“Good. I want you to have it. But a toy that nice isn’t free, you know. You’ll have to earn it. Do you want to be a good boy for Daddy and earn that toy?”
He’s so turned on he slides off the chair and turns around, buries his face in his Daddy’s groin, and breathes deeply. “Please, Daddy. Please, can I have the toy?”
“Fuck,” his Daddy groans, and he yanks his pants open, shoves down his underwear, and his cock is suddenly there, big and hard, red and weeping at the tip.
Samuel darts forward and licks at the wetness beading in the slit, needing to taste the man he’s fantasized about for years. “Fuck my face and come down my throat, Daddy.”
His Daddy groans, and then Samuel is sucking him into his mouth, taking him as deep as he can, eager to choke on his Daddy’s cock, to show him what he’s been missing. He wants to make the sex so good his Daddy won’t ever want anyone else.
“God damn. What a good boy. That’s right. Deep, baby. You making a mess on me? Are these good tears, pumpkin?” A hand in his hair drags him up and off his Daddy’s cock.
“What?”
“Are these good tears? I need to know, Samuel.” There’s so much concern on his face, in those deep brown eyes.
“Yes. Uh, you know about the stoplight system? Red is stop, etcetera?”
“Yes,” he says with a grin. “That did come up in my research.”
“There you go. If I don’t say yellow or red, we’re good. Also, this is super-hot, and whatever porn you watched or whatever you read — good job. A+ so far.”
“Did I ever tell you I graduated signa cum laude?” he whispers, lips twitching upwards as he tries not to grin.
“I don’t know what that means but I might come if you say it again.”
His Daddy huffs in amusement and then cups his face in his hand, bending down to kiss him, to lick into his mouth. “Fair enough. Now be a good slut for Daddy and earn your toy.”
Samuel moans and has to squeeze his own dick hard so he can get a hint of relief and focus on his Daddy.
“I will, Daddy. I’ll be so good for you, I swear.
” And then he proves it, taking him as deep as he can and staying there, letting his throat flutter, lodging the head so deep he chokes.
All the tricks, everything he’s learned, he's determined to do and make this perfect.
“Shit, I’m going to come. Sweet boy, you’re doing so well, aren’t you?
Ready to swallow, sweetheart?” He grunts and shoves deep, his hand flexes, and his hair is pulled tightly in his Daddy’s fist, as if he can’t help it, is so lost to pleasure he isn’t thinking about Samuel at all, and that hits some greedy part of his soul like heroin.
His Daddy comes, pumping come straight down Samuel’s throat.
He looks up, watches the strain and need on his Daddy’s handsome face, and then the relief as he finishes.
Samuel pulls off and swallows every drop, licking his lips to make sure he didn’t miss any. He pushes up to his knees and reaches into the drawer for his toy. He presses it to his chest, holding it in his arms.
His first gift from his Daddy. A toy he earned. His cock throbs, balls aching with the need to come. He whimpers and puts a hand down, squeezing himself through his briefs.
“Come sit on my lap, pumpkin.” He sounds dazed, still breathing harshly.
Samuel gets to his feet. He has to hold his pants up. He looks at his Daddy’s lap.
“Get a tissue first. I don’t want you to make a mess on our pants.”
Samuel grabs two tissues and puts them in his Daddy’s outstretched hand.
His pants start to fall as he takes a step to sit on his Daddy’s lap.
He tucks his face into his Daddy’s neck, and his hand rises, thumb out and mouth open.
He catches himself at the last moment, squeezes his hand into a fist so he doesn’t suck his thumb.
“Go on, honey. Daddy knows you like to suck. Put that thumb in your mouth. It’s good practice, isn’t it?”
He obeys and moans quietly, shocked at how good Mr. Demarco is at all of this. A natural. He’s always been smart, a quick learner, decisive, but this is more than Samuel ever dared hope.
“What’s this, baby? Is your little prick hard?”
“Prick?” He repeats, mumbling around his thumb as he looks up at his Daddy’s face. He could stay here forever, he thinks.
“Well, it isn’t a cock, is it? It isn’t like mine.”
Samuel shudders and presses his face back into his Daddy’s neck. “No, Daddy. It isn’t anything like yours.”
“Let’s see my boy’s prick. Don’t you want to show it to me?”
He gasps. “Can I… Daddy, can I pretend I don’t want to?”
“Are you shy?” He asks, voice dark and dirty. It makes his cock pulse with the need to come.
“Yes, Daddy. I don’t think I’m supposed to show it to you.”
“Who else would you show it to, baby? Of course you can. Do you want it to be our secret?”
Samuel moans, and his Daddy slips his hand into his briefs, squeezes his cock, and tugs on it gently.
“Feels good, Daddy.”
“Does it? Do you want me to keep going?”
“Yes, please, Daddy.”
“Good boy. Pretty manners. Do you want me to make you feel really good?”
“So good I make a mess?” he asks, and realizes his voice sounds off. He sucks on his thumb harder and whimpers with each stroke of his Daddy’s big hand.
“Yeah, pumpkin. Til you make a mess. What do you think? I think you’re getting close.
It’ll be our secret, won’t it? Good boys need their pricks rubbed sometimes, that’s all.
And you’re lucky to have a Daddy who wants to take care of you.
That’s why you put your mouth on Daddy’s cock and swallow his special fluid, isn’t it? ”
He struggles not to come, horribly aroused by how filthy his Daddy is.
“Poor boy. You look sore.”
“Sucking on you, Daddy. It made my prick hurt.” He groans loudly.
“I bet it did. This is making Daddy’s cock hurt, too. Hurting all over again.”
“Ohhh,” He gasps, and then he’s coming, the orgasm taking him by surprise. It’s long and harsh, makes him twitch, and his Daddy chuckles and presses both tissues against him, catching the come as it spills out in thick spurts.
“There’s my messy boy. Do you feel better, sweetheart?”
It takes him a few minutes to come back to himself. His Daddy is hard beneath him. “Can I suck you, Daddy?” The question comes out softer than he means it to.
He gets kissed on the nose. “Let’s wait until we get home. You’re spending the weekend with Daddy, aren’t you?”
Samuel pouts. He’s rewarded with a kiss, his lip sucked into his Daddy’s mouth. “I could eat you up, boy.”
“We don’t have to do the client accounts, do we?”
He huffs. “That level of sadism is beyond me. I plan on taking you home, putting you to bed, and keeping you there.”
“Poor Ballbuster,” Samuel says, and makes himself stand up. “Another boy lost.”
His Daddy frowns, brows pulled together as he looks down at his hard cock. “You know what? I think you need to take care of this or Daddy won’t be able to get any work done.”
Samuel drops to his knees, eager to obey.