Chapter 12 Sebastian
Chapter twelve
Sebastian
Itoss and turn on the couch for more than two hours. This is freaking torture. Being in the same apartment with my Daddy, yet lying in a separate bed, should be illegal.
Waking up on top of him this morning felt divine, and I want nothing more than to do it again.
Pouting, I throw the blanket off me and get up.
It's late enough. Daddy must already be asleep. Besides, he said he's a heavy sleeper, which is perfect for what I have planned.
I grab my backpack, the one I brought specifically for this, and pull out the small cameras. I'll install them in every corner. I need to be thorough and not miss a spot. Daddy deserves to be seen from every angle.
For protection purposes. Only.
Humming softly, I get to work. Installing them is easy and doesn't take long. I check the feed on my phone. Everything seems perfect.
Next, I move to the door and add a device that will alert me whenever it opens or closes. Lastly, I tuck trackers into every pair of Daddy's shoes. He has plenty, but I came prepared.
Someone may say this is over the top or breaking boundaries. To me, it's just my love language.
My Daddy's safety always comes first.
And I know better than most how many lunatics are out there in the world. They'll never touch him. Because I'm crazier than them.
Now that I'm done, the yearning to be close to Daddy comes back with a vengeance. It won't hurt to just peek in on him, right? I'll watch from afar like the good boy I am.
On silent feet, I make my way down the corridor. His bedroom door is left slightly ajar. Was that on purpose?
Did he know I'd come?
Did he want me to?
Maybe not consciously, but subconsciously, he must know who he belongs to.
Tiptoeing closer, I peek inside. Daddy is on his back, one hand resting on his stomach, the other splayed across the bed. His breathing is steady, his chest rising and falling slowly. The night lamp is still on, casting warm light over his relaxed features.
He looks breathtaking. But then again, he always does.
I sink down to the floor, cross-legged beside his bed. I want to climb in, press myself to him, force his arms to wrap around me. I want to explore every dip of muscle, every line of him, brand him into my memory… brand myself into him.
The sheet slips lower as he shifts, baring his naked body. My breath hitches when I see him fully. His cock lies soft against his thigh, still impressive, still perfect.
I can't stop staring.
All I hear is the ringing in my ears, the voice in my head chanting, touch, lick, claim.
Even if the Devil himself was breathing down my neck, he wouldn't have been able to stop me from inching closer. Just one taste. Just one.
I flick my tongue over the head, and the flavor makes me shudder. Sweet. Hot. Addicting. Dreams never did him justice.
I bit my lip hard to silence a moan.
One taste isn't enough.
I need to taste his cum. I need to swallow it. Fill my tongue, my throat, and then my stomach with everything he has to offer.
Stealing a glance, I see his eyes are closed, but… was that a twitch in his jaw? A shift in his breath? I ignore it, too hungry to stop.
I lick again, longer this time, then take him into my mouth. His cock thickens against my tongue almost instantly. I close my eyes, savoring the way he fills me.
A low moan escapes him, and my heart stutters. His eyes are still closed, his breathing is a bit more laboured, but that's normal.
I bob my head, swallowing him deeper, swirling my tongue, worshipping every inch. Several times I choke, and I don't even know if I woke him. I just lose myself in the feeling of Daddy's cock filling my mouth.
My hand drifts to his balls, rolling them gently, and his hips lift off the bed in a sudden thrust. I choke again, eyes flying open.
Fuck.
Daddy's thrusting into my mouth like he owns it, like my lips are driving him crazy even in his sleep, like he knows this is where his cock always should be.
Between my lips, between my asscheeks, inside my hole.
I abandon restraint. I suck harder, moaning around him, swallowing every time he hits the back of my throat. My noises mix with his, filling the room.
His hand suddenly fists in my hair, and with one last thrusts he stills and let's out a low moan. Hot, thick cum floods my throat, and I swallow greedily, refusing to waste a drop. All his cum is mine.
I come untouched in my pants, whimpering at the overwhelming pleasure.
As his orgasm fades, his hand loosens, sliding down to graze my cheek before falling away. His breathing evens out. Was he asleep or was he awake? I'm not sure, and I don't care.
I stay there, lips sealed around his softening cock, sucking lazily and carefully, drunk on the taste of him. I don't want to let go.
Eventually, he hardens again, and like the good boy I am, I take him back down until he spills into me a second time.
Full of Daddy's cum, drunk on the feeling of his cock, I finally pull away. I whisper, "Thank you for tonight, Daddy," before slipping silently from the room.
My legs shake, my lips are swollen, and my body hums. But the smile on my face can't be erased.
Tonight was only the first of many.
I brought my Daddy to pleasure. Twice.
Even in his sleep, he knew I would always take care of him. That's all that matters. My Daddy knows where he belongs. With me.