Chapter 8 #2
Daddy’s grip tightened on me, keeping me still when I accidentally started to rub against him again. “No,” he said, so firm and sure that I knew that was it. Decided. “Who’s in charge here?”
Suddenly all the trembling, yearning, impossible desperation inside me smoothed out and settled down for real, and even though I was still so horny I almost couldn’t stand it, that reminder made me feel anchored and calm again, too.
“You are, Daddy,” I said, resting my head against his thick, solid shoulder and wishing with everything I had that I could just… stay.
“That’s my good boy,” Daddy said, his hands flexing on my ass and sending shivers through me. “And—”
My stomach suddenly growled again and interrupted him, loud and super embarrassing. But he just smiled and leaned down to kiss my forehead, then kept right on talking.
“And since we’ve just both agreed again that Daddy’s in charge, I say you need to eat before we do anything else. A real meal this time.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I said, a little relieved despite myself.
I really was hungry, because I always was, but mostly it was just such a relief to be told I had to.
I couldn’t worry about it, since Daddy was in charge and he’d said that was what we were doing.
And if Greg’s boss ended up taking the cost of the food out of the money I was supposed to get for tonight, I’d just…
Well, I didn’t know what I’d do, but I’d just have to roll with it like I did with everything else that happened.
That was a problem for later, though, and since I kind of couldn’t stand thinking about later right now, I stopped. Besides, there were other things I did want to think about.
“Will you still fuck me afterward, though?” I asked, figuring it was a yes and hoping he didn’t expect me to eat anything that would make fucking… unpleasant.
“Oh sweetheart, I can’t wait,” he said with a hot smile that made my toes curl. “And once I get you back in this bed, you can expect to stay there for the rest of the night. Got that, sweetheart?”
I nodded, maybe too vigorously based on the way his eyes sparkled. I couldn’t help it, though. I didn’t know if he meant sleeping or fucking or using me some other way, but it didn’t matter. Even if he hadn’t been in charge, with him was the only place I wanted to be.
“Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy.” I bit my lip to stop gushing, but then blurted out the truth before I could stop myself. “I don’t want to go anywhere anyway.”
Daddy grinned. “Of course you don’t, sweet boy. Because you’re perfect. Now come eat.”
He stood up without any further warning, his thick thighs flexing under me as he just…
bam! Got straight to his feet, one hand under my butt and the other wrapped around my back as he held me against him.
I squeaked, clutching onto him just like I had before, but then I laughed, because…
because I didn’t even know why. I had that helium balloon feeling inside me again for some reason, and it only got worse…
or better? Bigger. It got bigger when Daddy laughed along with me and called me his sweet boy again as he carried me out into the other room.
He’d said an actual meal, so I wasn’t too surprised to see a whole new table that had been rolled in while I’d slept, already set with silverware and dishes and more food than I’d seen since…
well, since Max had told me I wasn’t worth keeping around anymore.
Everything smelled incredible and it looked like Daddy had ordered the whole dang menu.
I could feel my eyes going wide as my stomach started making all sorts of excited noises that I couldn’t even be embarrassed about either, not when Daddy kissed the side of my neck and laughed again, then set me down on the couch I’d blown him on.
“Were you really going to eat all this?” I blurted as he wheeled the table closer to the couch… which was probably rude.
“Me? No,” Daddy said, petting my head as he smiled down at me. “Spread your legs for me, sweetheart. You’ve got the prettiest cock. That’s it. Good boy. I love seeing you hard. I ordered the food for you, love. I didn’t know what you liked, but figured you’d need to keep your strength up.”
He winked, but I was sure I couldn’t have heard him right.
“You ordered this for me?” I asked, my thighs trembling as I held them spread wide for him like he’d said, my cock trying to make up for all the years it hadn’t been interested by standing straight up in the air, just because he’d said he liked it.
I couldn’t even pay attention to my unrelenting horniness for a moment, though.
Not when Daddy was confusing me like that.
“You ordered it before you even knew I was hungry?” I pressed.
“Before my stomach growled? When I was sleeping?”
“Of course I did,” Daddy answered like it was supposed to be obvious or something. Not to me, though. “I told you, I’m going to take care of you, Jack.”
He had. He’d said that. But…
“I thought you meant, um, making me come,” I whispered, feeling like my whole body blushed as I held myself on display for him, my cock already leaking again just from him staring down at it like that. Like it was what he was hungry for.
Daddy gave me a wolfish grin. “I definitely meant that, too.”
I made an embarrassing sound, forgetting about the food altogether for a moment, and he reached down without any warning and jacked my dick until I was panting and shaking and on the verge of coming all over again. Then, just before I made a mess all over his hand, he suddenly stopped.
“So damn pretty. Stay just like that for a second, baby. I’ll be right back.”
He was evil.
Gah, I needed to come again so, so bad.
But not moving because he’d told me was hot in a whole different way, and I’d stay still and be good for him if it killed me.
When he came back from the bedroom, he had something that looked like a long string or a cord or maybe a shoelace in his hand, but before I could ask him what it was for, or beg him to keep doing what he had been with my dick, or figure out what I could promise him that would make him want to keep me forever, he told me to lie back.
I did, and he kneeled down between my legs.
“D-D-Daddy?” I stuttered, pretty sure I’d die for real if he used his mouth on me. He didn’t, though, so no need to call the paramedics. What he did do was reach for my dick again, stroke it just once, and then cup my balls.
I whimpered, pushing into his hand before I could help it.
“Shhhh, baby,” he said, pulling my sac away from my body a little, then quickly winding the cord he’d brought around the base and then over my balls in a sort of figure-eight shape.
“This is for me,” he said while he worked on it.
“Your cock looks so gorgeous all hard and leaking like this, sweetheart. I want to keep it that way so I can enjoy the view while I feed you.”
I trembled. I’d never had anyone tie up my cock before, but if Daddy wanted it, then I wanted it, too. Besides….
“Unnnnghhhhh,” I moaned, grabbing myself before I could help it. He’d tightened it and tied it off, and I was suddenly harder than I’d ever been, my balls looking swollen and dark as they bulged out from Daddy’s cord and the sensation in my dick so intense that for a second, nothing else existed.
“Oh, you do want a spanking, don’t you?” Daddy said with a dirty laugh, pulling my hands away. “You know that doesn’t belong to you anymore.”
I whimpered, hating to disappoint him of course, but also… also needing to come. It was like he’d set every nerve ending inside me on fire, and the head of my dick, usually a slim mushroom shape not much wider than my shaft, bulged out so much it looked like it was going to explode.
“Daddy,” I panted. “Daddy, I can’t—”
“Of course you can,” he cut in smoothly, keeping a hold of my hand as he stood up and petted my head again for a second. “You’re my perfect boy, Jack, and I want to look at your pretty, pretty cock while we eat.”
I whimpered, even just breathing making my rigid cock feel like it was going to go off at any second. It was standing straight out from my body now and looked fatter than usual, and it was hard to care about anything at all when I just needed to touch it.
“Jack,” Daddy said, sharply enough that I jerked my eyes back up to his. He smiled, not looking mad at all. “Do you need Daddy to help you be good?”
“Yes,” I said, relief rushing through me. “Please make me, Daddy.”
“Anything you need,” he said, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “Always.”
Always. Always. Always. The word drummed through my skull, overpowering my raging horniness for a second.
He kept saying it, and for a moment, I almost felt brave enough to ask if he really meant it.
Because yes, of course it was dumb to think he actually might, but so far he hadn’t lied to me about anything else, not once, not at all.
But then I chickened out, because of course I did. I didn’t mind hurting for him, but I also didn’t actually like pain, and hearing “no” would have hurt the worst of all.
He plucked one of the fancy cloth napkins off the rolling table and snapped it open—it was huge—then quickly wound it into a long rope.
Once he’d used it to secure my wrists again, he lifted me off the couch, took my place, and pulled me onto his lap, holding my bound hands to my chest as he nuzzled into my neck.
“Better, baby?” he whispered, his hot breath sending ripples of heat down my body.
“Can you be good for me like this while I feed you?”
I should have felt embarrassed, but instead, I felt… cherished?
“Yes, Daddy,” I said, relaxing back against him.
Well, most of me relaxing. My cock was so swollen and hard it was obscene-looking…
and kind of hot? Was it weird to think my own cock looked hot?
But it wasn’t mine, and that was why it was hot.
It belonged to Daddy, and he’d decorated it and made it pretty for himself, tied it up and trapped it, trapped me, and that…
that was a kind of perfect I’d never even known existed before.