Chapter 10
JACK
I’d been right about dying if Daddy ever used his mouth on me. I just… just hadn’t realized he’d ever use it there.
“Daddy,” I shouted. Um, at least in my head. I was pretty sure what actually came out of my mouth when I felt his tongue on my hole was something that made no sense at all and probably sounded like the death scream of a dying squirrel.
Then Daddy licked me. Licked me. Right before he spread me wide with his huge hands and thrust his tongue into me like it was a cock.
I saw glitter. I may have also said a bad word in a very, very good way.
And I definitely buried my face in the super floofy decorative couch pillow and thrust my ass back without any shame, all the while thanking every god I’d ever heard anyone pray to that Daddy had tied my balls so tight, otherwise I’d have made a mess of the fancy couch and earned another spanking for disobeying him by coming without permission.
Annnnnnnnndddddd I really shouldn’t have been thinking about how hot it was every time he slapped my ass and reminded me to be good, not if I was going to actually be good, not while his tongue was in my butt.
“Mmmmmpphhh,” I said, biting the couch. I meant the cushion. I meant the floof.
Daddy laughed, a low, sexy-slash-dangerous-sounding chuckle right up against my hole, and it felt so dang good that I gasped, just about choking myself on all that floofy pillowness as the vibrations from his laugh ricocheted through my body like some kind of pinball-of-horniness gone wild.
“You’ve got a sensitive hole, sweet boy,” Daddy said, rubbing a thumb over it as he pulled my cock back between my legs again and played with that, too. “And it’s fucking delicious.”
I really, really wanted to beg him to keep licking it, but I hadn’t even known people did lick each other there.
And besides, he’d already reminded me a ton of times that he’d be the one to decide what I needed, so…
so maybe I shouldn’t ask and be greedy? Actually, maybe it didn’t matter.
I couldn’t ask, because I was pretty sure I actually had died, or at least my brain had completely fried.
It definitely felt like if I tried to use my mouth for anything but panting into the floofy and now slightly moist pillow, all I’d manage would be another death-rattle-of-a-small-animal type sound.
Then Daddy licked me again, and I realized how very, very wrong I’d been.
I could definitely ask.
“Omigod,” I shouted, my back arching so hard as my head came up that something cracked.
Not anything I needed, though. And definitely not anything that stopped a whole jumble of horny desperate please I need it nonsense from tumbling from my mouth.
“Daddy, please, don’t… don’t stop. Your tongue, I, mrpphhh, I need to, I need that, Daddy.
More of that. Please please please just…
just… Daddy. Don’t stop. I’ll be so good. I’ll... I’ll…”
I couldn’t think of anything good enough to promise him.
I couldn’t think.
Then Daddy slipped a finger in, right along with his tongue, stretching me so good I almost cried. It didn’t even hurt, though. I couldn’t remember ever having anything in my butt that didn’t hurt before, but maybe… maybe it was because it was only one fing—
I gasped, my brain suddenly whiting out.
He’d put in a second finger, put it in deep, and it still didn’t hurt. It felt… it felt amazing.
Daddy made a dirty, wet, sloppy-as-all-heck sound, his mouth doing something filthy and wonderful that made my whole body tingle and throb, then pulled both fingers back and thrust them into me again, just like he was already fucking me.
“Daddy,” I squealed, a feeling almost like coming slamming through me as he hit something that made my cock and balls suddenly flush with an electric heat, like sparks were dancing through them but couldn’t get out since they were tied up so tightly.
He groaned, his tongue still hot and fat inside me, right alongside his fingers, so that the sound sent even more of those sparks racing through me.
And then he twisted his fingers and hit that spot again, making my legs turn to jelly and my stomach tighten so much I couldn’t breathe.
Or… or maybe I was breathing too fast? I wasn’t sure, I just knew I was suddenly hot and horny and going to…
going to come even though he’d told me not to.
I really, truly, honestly wouldn’t be able to help it though, not if he kept using his tongue and fingers inside me like that.
“Daddy,” I whispered, feeling like I wasn’t just Jack, but a Jack-in-the-box that someone was winding and winding and winding, so close to springing free that I could barely speak.
But… but I wanted to be good. I did. So I licked my lips, panted for air, then tried again.
“D-D-Daddy. Please. I’m… I’m going to come. ”
He groaned again, but took his mouth off me and leaned his face against my butt, right where he’d spanked me so that his hot breath played across my skin.
And my skin? It felt a billion times more sensitive than it had ever been before, every exhale sending even more of those sparks racing through me as his fingers kept working in and out of me, slowly enough that it was perfect and horrible and torture and made me want to beg him to never, ever, ever stop, all at the same time.
But then, finally, just before he drove me to disobey him for real, he did stop.
“Need to fuck you,” he said, all husky-voiced and wrecked-sounding as he finally slid his fingers out of me. “Baby…” He cleared his throat, then the heat from his body faded, like he’d sat back or stood up or something. “Come to the bedroom.”
I didn’t think I could.
I couldn’t move.
But this was Daddy, who’d promised to take care of me and who hadn’t broken that promise, not once the whole night long, so I didn’t have to move. Not on my own.
He pulled me up to my feet, my back against his chest and his arms around me when I wobbled, and held me there for something close to forever, just kissing my neck and petting all over me until my cock was drooling onto the floor and the rest of me felt so floaty and fuzzy and wonderful that I doubted my legs would hold me at all anymore.
Which was also fine, of course, because—
“I need you, sweet boy,” Daddy said, lifting me up the way he had before and carrying me into the bedroom, whispering things in my ear the whole way that I would have given anything, anything to believe were actually true.
The way he kept touching me the whole time though, the way he kept looking at me and kissing me and taking even more time once he put me on the bed to lube up my hole and stretch it again, stretch and tease and finger it until I was begging, all that had me so floaty that I actually did believe him.
Just a little bit.
Just for now.
And then, finally, he slid a condom on and lubed up his cock—so hard and throbbing that it almost looked as swollen as my tied-up one was—and told me to hold my knees.
“Like, like this?” I asked, pulling them all the way to my chest. “You want me lying on my back? You don’t want me to turn over?”
“That’s right, perfect boy. Just like that,” he said, his eyes so hot that the sparks inside me burst into flames. “I want to be able to see those pretty eyes of yours while you take my cock.” He pulled my butt all the way to the very edge of the bed. “I want to see your face when I make you come.”
When he’d promised to fuck me, I’d figured he’d have me ride him like I’d said, or else bend me over and pound me from behind like men usually liked to do, but he… he wanted to do it face-to-face? That would make it a million times better, and suddenly my heart felt like it was coming.
I froze for a second.
Oh.
Oh no.
I didn’t just wish he’d keep me; I might have fallen accidentally a little bit in love with him, too.
And that was definitely dumb and would probably end up hurting worse than the sex…
but I’d already realized I’d be happy to hurt for him, so I let it go and decided not to worry about it for now.
I couldn’t, actually. Not with the way Daddy was looking at me.
Especially not when he smiled, hot and wicked, stroking himself as he rubbed his other hand over my hole and made me whimper again, and then finally, finally, lining his cock up and pushing it in.
“Oh fuck, baby,” he said in a strained voice the minute he breached my rim, his face flushing hot and looking so dang sexy I couldn’t breathe. “You feel… you feel goddamn incredible.”
Or maybe I couldn’t breathe because he was right, I did feel incredible. Stretched so wide that it burned a little, but it… it didn’t hurt. Not at all. The burn just made my balls feel even tighter and my dick ache like fire with how bad I wanted to come, and my hole felt, felt greedy. I wanted—
“More,” I begged, a word I’d definitely for sure never used during sex before. “Daddy, please. I—oh.”
He growled, straight-up growled, and surged forward, calling me his sweetheart again and grabbing onto my hips hard enough to mark me as he bottomed out in one go.
It might have hurt then. I wasn’t sure? I was so full, so fast, that all I felt was totally overwhelmed.
Totally his. And oh God, also so, so close to coming that I wasn’t sure the cord around my balls was going to stop it this time.
“Jack,” Daddy rasped, his cock throbbing inside me so hard I could feel every beat of his heart.
His hips were pressed flush against me and every muscle on his body looked like it was flexing all at once, but instead of fucking me hard and fast the way it looked like he wanted to, the way I kind of wanted him to, he leaned forward and brushed the hair off my forehead all soft and gentle-like. “Okay?”
I blinked. My brain fizzed and my cock ached to come and my hole was so totally owned by him that I already knew it would never feel right again without Daddy buried inside it. But… but he wanted something.
“Um, what?” I asked, feeling breathless and fuzzy and horny and confused.
Daddy grinned, his eyes so dark and warm that my heart suddenly felt bigger than my chest. “I asked if you’re okay, sweet boy? You felt so fucking good that I forgot myself. I should have gone slower. Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head. My eyes did sting, the prickling feeling before tears came, but not…
not from pain. And then Daddy leaned down to kiss me, gathering me right up and folding me in half as he leaned in and wrapped his arms all the way around me and kissed me, and instead of accidentally blurting out something stupid about…
about how he made me feel, I wrapped myself around him, too, flexed the muscles inside me around his cock, and sucked on his tongue until he groaned—all hot and growly and right into my mouth—and he finally, finally, started fucking me for real.
Slow at first, with every stroke feeling like magic inside me, inside and out since he still had me held so tightly that my tied-up dick rubbed against his thick stomach each time he thrust…
but then faster. Harder. His cock hitting something inside me, over and over and over, that made me feel like I was going to shatter into a hundred million thousand pieces.
Or just come. Come everywhere. Come so hard it might kill me.
“Oh fuck, sweetheart,” he grunted, kissing me hard again and then unwinding his arms from around me. He stood up, yanking my hips closer to him and holding them tight, and started pounding me. “Fucking… hell… Jack. Never—shit. Never want to… to leave your ass, sweet boy. You’re mine.”
“Yes,” I gasped, starting to shake apart inside. “Yours. Please, Daddy. Please.”
A dark, dangerous light flashed in his eyes, lighting up all the sparks inside me and making them blaze. He looked possessive and triumphant and so dang hot I couldn’t breathe, because under that… under all that, he was still looking at me like I was something precious.
“Mine,” he said again, thrusting into me so hard my brain whited out. “I want to keep you, Jack.”
And then it almost felt like I was coming, or right on the edge of it, falling off the edge except…
except I couldn’t quite tumble over it. It hurt, but not in the way sex had always hurt before.
It hurt so good, with my balls getting tighter and tighter and my dick starting to feel like it was made of marble and desperation and liquid pleasure instead of flesh, that I honestly, really and truly, completely thought I had died. Because had Daddy just said—
“Come, baby,” he growled, his hand suddenly on my cock. He didn’t stroke it. Instead, he did something, gave that cord a tug, and suddenly everything inside me that was good and hot and wound so tight it should have killed me, suddenly exploded all at once out the end of my dick.
“Daddy,” I… probably screamed, my entire world shattering into white-hot bliss.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “Fucking goddamn fuck.” And then he was coming too, still pounding into me in a hard, unrelenting rhythm that felt like ownership and safety and all those things in my heart that I didn’t dare name.
Daddy fucked me through all of it, keeping my orgasm going and going and going, and all the while telling me I was beautiful and perfect and…
and best of all, repeating what he’d said before.
That I was his.
That I belonged to him.
That he really and truly and forever wanted to keep me.
And he still said those things, even after he’d kissed me for an age and then finally pulled out and cleaned us both up, tucking me against him in that huge, comfortable bed and cuddling me close like he somehow knew I needed it.
Knew I couldn’t move. Knew that coming so hard had wiped me out but also given me wings, and that if he didn’t hold onto me tight I might float away… or cry.
But it turned out I didn’t need to do either, because he never let go.