Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
My cock was so hard, I truly started to think I’d explode—and not in a fun way.
Daddy wouldn’t stop teasing me, kissing and licking and gently nipping my skin, biting a trail from the crook of my neck all the way down to below my belly button.
The one place he hadn’t touched yet? Was my cock. He was driving me fucking wild.
I sat on the edge of the bed, facing the door, while Daddy kneeled on the floor between my legs.
I still couldn’t stand the thought of him—of anyone—being above me, so this was our compromise for the absolute torture he was putting me through.
He could still reach everywhere he needed to, and I still couldn’t do a damn thing about it because my hands were bound behind my back.
I whined as I strained against the handcuffs, twisting my wrists in them as Daddy turned his attention back to the barbells in my nipples. My breaths came out quick and shallow as he flicked the balls with his tongue, sucking them into his mouth with a sinful groan. “Daddy, please.”
He pulled away, a smirk on his lips. “What is it, baby? Do you need to come?”
“Yes, oh my god, please. Please.”
“Aww,” He rubbed his hands along my inner thighs, putting on a fake frown. “It must hurt, huh? Your cock is so fucking hard for me. Leaking so beautifully for Daddy. I almost feel bad for you.”
I wasn’t sure what it was about him that turned me into such a mess, but I fucking loved it. I was a mess for him, and I’d be damned if I wasn’t proud of it. “You should feel bad for me. I’m dying, Daddy. I need to come so bad. I might combust if I don’t.”
“Combust? It must be really serious, then.”
“It is! Please, I can’t do it any longer.”
He leaned in closer, whispering right against my ear. “You’ve been such a good boy for me, brat.” He nibbled the shell of my ear, running his hands up my outer thighs to grab my hips. “If you can hold it for a little bit longer, I’ll let you come in any way you want to.”
A shiver raced down my spine as my eyes fluttered closed. “Any way I want to?”
“That’s right. You get to decide.”
It was almost too much power. Didn’t he know not to give a brat that much freedom? There’d been one thing on my mind for a while, something I’d been eager yet nervous to ask for. My voice squeaked as I said it, embarrassment slowly creeping in. “I want to fuck you, Daddy. Can I do that?”
Daddy pulled back, looking at me with one of his eyebrows raised. “You want to fuck me?”
My hands were occupied, so I couldn’t even fidget with them properly. “I do. But if you’re not okay with it, then that’s fine, too.”
“My brat wants to fuck his Daddy?”
I nodded eagerly.
“Then my brat will get to fuck his Daddy.” He wrapped his hand around my cock, squeezing the base gently. “If you can last long enough to get there.”
Biting my lip, I tried to hold back my moans.
He was finally touching me, and I was so fucking close, I wasn’t sure if I was going to make it.
But I was going to try. I was going to try really fucking hard because, yeah, I really wanted to fuck him.
I wanted to look down at our bodies and see my cock going inside of him.
I wanted to mark him from the inside, just as he’d marked me.
I could do this. I could get through a really hot and overwhelming hand job from him if it meant I got to watch his face as I thrusted into him for the first time.
What I wasn’t prepared for was how he scooted back and leaned down, wrapping his lips around the head of my dick. I gasped, trying to grip onto something for dear life with my hands before realizing I couldn’t. They were still locked in Daddy’s handcuffs, keeping me right where he wanted me.
Every inch he took was a fight for my life.
His mouth was so hot and tight as he hollowed his cheeks, his tongue swiping against the underside of my cock.
I arched my back, which only pushed me further into his mouth.
When he moaned, I could feel it. I could feel the vibrations.
And when he started rubbing my balls with one of his hands, I almost screamed.
I wasn’t going to make it.
There was no way in hell I was going to make it without busting straight down his throat. He’d been playing with me for what felt like hours, and every hair on my body stood straight up, all of my nerves on high alert.
“Daddy, oh fuck. Your mouth is so good. So good.” I was babbling, saying all the words that came to mind, even if they didn’t make sense. The visual wasn’t enough. I wanted to tangle my fingers into his hair and feel him bob up and down on my dick with my hands.
If I was anything, I was a greedy brat. A greedy brat who loved his Daddy very much, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take without having more.
My hips moved on their own, thrusting and grinding as Daddy took his sweet time with me, slowly increasing the pace until it was too much, too soon, and I absolutely was not going to win this game.
He hadn’t even given me a time limit. Was he testing how long I could go?
My muscles started to tighten, my hips becoming rigid in their movements, as my breaths became more pants and gasps than anything. I was moaning in between begging, not even sure what I was begging for.
Just as I was certain I was going to lose, Daddy lifted his head, a string of spit following his lips from my cock. He smiled up at me, pulling his hands away entirely. “Sorry, baby. I just really need you to come in my ass.”
I let my body relax as the impending orgasm slowly started to drift away. “I want that, too. So bad.”
“Now, I’ve never done this. So, you’re going to have to help me, okay?”
“I’ve got you, Daddy. I’ll get you nice and ready for me.”
“I know, baby.” He leaned forward, pressing a kiss against my lips. “How do you want me?”
I looked over my shoulder, nodding toward the bed. “Just lie on your back, and I’ll take care of the rest. But you need to unlock the handcuffs first.”
He braced his hands on my knees to help him get up, which I glared at him for at first. When I heard his knees pop a million times, though, I stopped.
Once the handcuffs were removed, he waited until I flexed my fingers and rotated my wrists a few times, letting him know I was okay to continue.
I moved out of the way, letting him get comfortable on his back, his legs spread for me to get between.
His cock was only half-hard now after our short break from constant touching, but mine was fucking raging. Seeing him like that, knowing what I was about to do, had me fucking giddy.
Rolling the lube on the bed, I settled between his legs, pushing them until he’d bent them the way I needed. Looking down at him, I bit my lip, trying to find a way to restrain myself from fucking ravishing him right out the gate. “Has anyone ever eaten your ass, Daddy?”
“No, they haven’t. Are you going to be my first, baby?”
His first. Fuck, I was far too turned on for this. Nodding, I slowly lowered myself. “Yeah, Daddy. I’m gonna be your first. Just let me know if it’s too much.”
“I trust you.”
I smirked before finally lying on my chest, propping up on my elbows with his legs over my shoulders. “Thank you for trusting me.” I licked a stripe up his balls, moaning at the taste of him before pushing on his thighs a bit. “Hold your knees up so I can lick your hole.”
He huffed a laugh, but did it anyway, placing his hands at the bend of his knees. “Don’t get too bossy, brat. I’m still your Daddy.”
I didn’t care to respond to that. Holding him by his ass cheeks, I tasted him there for the first time.
And he was fucking delicious. Daddy jolted a bit, ending on a loud moan, his body shaking with the force of it.
That was all I needed. That first swipe of my tongue, and the reaction he’d given me, was everything and fucking more.
This was the more I’d been needing. This was what I’d been craving. I started slowly, circling his rim tentatively, gauging his reaction as I applied more pressure and for longer. He seemed to be loving it, pushing his ass closer into my face as I let him ride my tongue.
He was moaning and writhing against me, panting through every word. “Holy fuck, baby. Oh, my god. Yes. Give me more.”
I gripped his hips, holding him firmly as I allowed myself to let go. I kissed and mouthed at his hole, getting it ready for my fingers with my tongue. When he started to relax more, and I could get the tip of my tongue inside, I knew it was time.
Pulling away a bit, I propped myself up on my elbow and reached around for the lube, opening the cap and coating my finger with it. “This is going to feel odd at first, Daddy. I’ll go slow. Try to relax.”
“If it feels anything like you just did, I’ll love it.”
I pushed myself up, sitting back on my knees, looking down at him. His face was flushed, his chest rising and falling quickly, with his knees held back by his hands. “Keep yourself spread for me, okay?” I waited until he’d nodded before experimentally pressing against his hole with my finger.
His eyes widened immediately. “Woah, holy fuck.”
“I know. It’s weird, right? It’ll get better.”
“The pressure. Fuck, the pressure.”
Wrapping one hand around his cock, I slowly pumped him as I applied more pressure. “Relax for me, Daddy.”
He took a deep breath before exhaling, relaxing just enough for my finger to slide in. I paused, stroking his cock a bit faster as I watched his head fall back, a loud moan escaping him. “Jesus Christ, that feels so weird. But so good. It doesn’t even feel right. But it does.”
I moved it in and out of him slowly, trying to get his body used to it. “It should start to feel right soon. If it doesn’t, just let me know.”
“Keep going.”
“You sure?”
Daddy looked me right in the eyes, a desperation on his face I didn’t recognize. His lips were parted, his eyes were sparkling, and his legs were starting to tremble. “I wasn’t asking you, brat. I was telling you. Understand?”