19. Kyan
Chapter 19
Kyan
After pushing himself deep into the most sensuous pleasure-pain zone, Kyan was back on all fours and presenting his rear end for his Daddy’s entertainment.
Kyan’s entire body was reacting to the feeling of his Daddy’s eager tongue and strong hands. The feeling of being in such a submissive position and freely giving his body to a man like Matteo was something that Kyan simply couldn’t get enough of. In fact, as Matteo ran his tongue all the way up from his tightened balls to his now wet ass hole, Kyan wished that the pleasure could go on forever…
‘Daddy, this is so, so, so hot,’ Kyan said, slapping his hand down on the couch’s plump but firm cushions as he quivered in sheer sensual pleasure. ‘W-w-w-w-would you…’
‘Say it, boy,’ Matteo said, knowing full well what Kyan wanted but seemingly intent on making his submissive Little spell it out in the clearest of terms. ‘Tell me exactly what you want from your master.’
Kyan felt his face flush an even deeper shade of red.
He was hot and bothered and more turned on than he had ever been in his life, but Kyan knew that if he wanted to get real satisfaction then he would need to follow his Daddy Dom’s instructions to the letter…
‘I want you to…’ Kyan said, knowing that once he finished his sentence there was no going back.
‘Spit it out, or do I have to spank it out of you?’ Matteo growled, landing two warning slaps on each of Kyan’s round butt cheeks.
‘I want you to fill my tight little ass with your big Daddy dick,’ Kyan said, gasping as the words came out of his mouth and reveling in the feeling of being so brazenly slutty.
‘Good,’ Matteo purred. ‘Now hold your cheeks wide open for me.’
Kyan parted his ass cheeks as wide as he could and opened his mouth wide with delight as he felt Matteo spit onto his exposed hole. With all the work from his tongue and some additional manual stimulation too, Kyan knew that there wouldn’t be any lube – it was simply time to feel his Daddy stretch and fill his ass just how he asked of him.
As Kyan felt Matteo’s hands on his waist and then the tip of his thick dick head pressing up against his naturally lubricated hole, Kyan shut his eyes and let out the longest moan of pleasure.
‘Louder,’ Matteo said, pushing the width of his cock inside Kyan’s gradually accommodating ass. ‘Bury your face into a cushion if you need to. But let it all out.’
Kyan reached out for a cushion and duly buried his face deep into it. As Matteo’s cock worked its way all the way inside him, Kyan knew that he was being taken by a true Daddy Dom.
Daddy’s in control.
I’m his fuck-toy.
I’m for his pleasure only…
However as much as Kyan was enjoying his total submission to Matteo’s carnal desires, he couldn’t deny that he was feeling an otherworldly level of arousal too.
The deeper Matteo went inside his ass, the more Kyan groaned and grunted into his cushion. In fact, it got to a point where Kyan was simply biting down around the edge of the cushion and moaning animalistically as Matteo’s deep dive inside him began to touch his cum button…
‘Cum for your Daddy,’ Matteo demanded, pushing himself all the way inside his boy and holding the position just right. ‘Cum on my big, thick cock.’
The sound of Matteo’s deep baritone voice was enough to send Kyan fully beyond the point of no return. With his entire body and mind totally consumed by Matteo’s command, control, and hulking cock, Kyan felt himself cum harder and longer than he had ever experienced.
Kyan had never experienced an orgasm like this before and it was so powerful that it bordered on scary as his entire body began to convulse and thrash involuntarily as he shot his seed for harder and longer than he knew was possible. But with Matteo’s hands on him and his Daddy dick still deep inside, Matteo was able to guide Kyan through until he was truly and wonderfully exhausted.
‘Daddy, did you cum?’ Kyan panted, barely able to open his eyes as he lay face first on the couch.
‘I did,’ Matteo said, his breathing heavy too – but far more controlled than Kyan’s. ‘And it felt fucking incredible. I think you were just about ready to enter a different dimension though, so it’s no wonder you’re not sure.’
Kyan let out a dazed giggle and shut his eyes once more.
Matteo was a loving protector, a stern disciplinarian, and he truly knew how to use his cock too. In fact, Kyan was rapidly coming to the conclusion that Matteo was just about the most perfect Daddy a Little could ever wish for.
There were still problems to be solved before the pair of them could live as freely and happily as they both wanted, but in that moment all Kyan could do was smile and allow his exhausted body to drift off to sleep – and with Matteo pulling a soft, warm blanket over the pair of them as they lay on the large couch together, Kyan felt happier than ever before.
The only thing missing now was a return to playing some high stakes poker…
Wait, it’s not morning?
How long have I been asleep?
And does Matteo always snore so loud?
Kyan sat up and looked around the cinema room. It was dark and at some point in the night the projector screen must have shut itself down and gone into standby mode. Kyan rubbed his eyes and looked at Matteo as he lay next to him, his hulking body taking up a large amount of space – the couch was big, but it probably wasn’t ideally suited to two people falling asleep on it.
‘Daddy?’ Kyan whispered, smiling as Matteo’s snores momentarily paused before resuming moments later. ‘Sleep tight.’
Kyan suddenly felt very awake. While Matteo may have been dreaming about whatever mobsters dreamed of after sex, Kyan’s mind was alive and fizzing. He wanted something to do. The idea of going back to sleep didn’t even cross Kyan’s mind for a split second.
I guess I could put a movie on with subtitles…
Or go to the kitchen and make a snack?
Or maybe…
It was at this moment that Kyan noticed Matteo’s cell phone flash up with an email notification. And out of nowhere, Kyan felt an overriding desire to do something that he knew he one hundred percent should not do.
Moving as quietly as a mouse, Kyan got up from the couch and tiptoed over toward Matteo’s phone as it continued to illuminate the room.
All Kyan could think about was getting online, logging into his poker account, and playing a few rounds. Nothing too big. No crazy stakes. Just a few hands of poker against some of the other millions of people playing anonymously across the globe.
Kyan picked Matteo’s cell phone up and immediately went to the browser, set it to private, and tapped his finger on the screen to navigate to his favorite poker site.
‘Is this crazy?’ Kyan asked himself, shooting a nervous glance back to a still sleeping Matteo. ‘Maybe. But… it’s been too long. A few quick games won’t hurt. The bad people all think I’m dead. No one will ever know.’
Kyan was soon online and ready to place his first bet.
With his heart pounding and his eyes wide with anticipation, Kyan began to play. Barely seconds into the first flop and Kyan felt alive once again. Playing poker had been his life for so long, and even though it had only been a matter of days since he last played, Kyan felt a huge relief as he got back into the swing of things.
A quick first win was followed by another. And then another. And one more after that too…
‘Beginner’s luck hehe ,’ Kyan whispered, his eyes bulging at the sight of his cash balance increasing with each victory.
Kyan knew enough about poker to know that he would lose one or two games along the way. But that was fine. All Kyan cared about that he was on a hot streak and feeling all the happy vibes that poker brought him.
Perhaps it was his connection back to his Grandpoppy, but Kyan felt a sense of comfort that only playing poker could give him. He might have been playing an illicit game in his Daddy’s cinema room, but Kyan’s mind was all the way back on his grandparent’s ranch – and Kyan could almost hear the crackle of their open fire and the bubbling of one of their vegetable stews in the cozy kitchen.
Up a thousand dollars and with his mind locked into game, Kyan fought back any guilt or worry about getting caught by Matteo and continued on with hand after hand.
After all, with Matteo’s snores getting louder and louder, there was nothing stopping Kyan playing all the way through until dawn…