30. Doc
W ith my ass stinging, I move as fast as I can. It hurts to get into my kneeling pose, but I won’t let that stop me from showing Soren— Daddy —how good of a boy I can be.
My heated ass rests on my heels and I wince a little, but when Daddy looks at me with concern, I smile. “I’m fine,” I assure him.
He studies me for a long minute more before sliding off the bed and shucking off his pants, revealing his half-hard cock.
I moan and open my mouth, tongue coming out in anticipation.
Daddy strokes himself as he watches me, his dick growing harder in his hand. “Such a good boy, I can’t wait to use your mouth again. This time, I’m going to come down your throat. Would you like that?”
“Yes, Daddy, please.”
He reaches over on the bed and picks up the crop, and my entire body shivers at the sight of the impact toy.
Daddy steps closer so that his cock is just inches from my mouth. I moan and my fingers twitch against my palms as I want so badly to reach for him—I don’t though.
“Such a very good boy you are, Ashby,” he says.
My name rolls off his tongue in a way I never expected. For so long I hated the sound of it, and the weight of expectation attached, but when Daddy says it, I want nothing more than to melt at his feet.
Daddy drags the tongue of the crop over my shoulders, letting the leather caress my skin and making me shiver. “This is going to be fun,” he muses. “Tongue out,” he commands.
Doing as ordered, I stick my tongue out as far as possible, moaning as he rubs the head of his cock over it. The taste of him has me groaning, and I carefully press forward, hoping for more.
The sting of my ass has me whining as Daddy flicks the crop over my already swollen and bruised flesh.
“Stay still and take what I give you, boy. Or I’ll leave you aching for my cock.”
I moan at the roughness of his words, and have a brief moment of wonder that no one has snatched this man up already. But then, I’m grateful that no one has seen how amazing of a Daddy and a Dom Soren is, even if the idea of him being rejected so much makes me ache for him too.
After all, if someone knew just how brilliant he is, they would have snatched him up before I got the chance to. I might not have agreed with James’s insistence that I’m not as monogamous as I insisted I was in the past, but here with Daddy, I’m realizing that my best friend may have been right. That doesn’t mean I’d share either of them with just anyone, though. Now that I have them, I’m going to hold on with both hands.
Holding as still as I can, I close my eyes briefly as Daddy presses his cock into my mouth. A quick flick of the crop reminds me to keep my eyes open, and I meet his burning blue gaze.
“Such a good boy,” he whispers. “Up on your knees, take me further.”
He helps coax me onto my knees and I groan as his dick presses deeper into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. Swallowing reflexively, I breathe through my nose and relax my throat, allowing him to slip further in.
Carefully, Daddy buries himself in my throat, at the same time, he traces my body with the crop. Soft, careful caresses that make me tingle as goosebumps erupt across my flesh.
The sensations are almost too much, but the sharp sting as Daddy pulls my hair, and the way my breathing is restricted as he presses that much more into my throat, helps ground me to reality.
I’ve been with my fair share of people over the years. I've been spanked and whipped with a number of toys, but none of them have wielded one as expertly as my Daddy. The sensory sensations he’s able to bring out of me by softly caressing me with the tongue of the crop has me shivering.
“You look so good like this, baby,” Daddy says. “I knew it from the moment we met that I wanted to get you on your knees. Such a beautiful, responsive boy.”
Daddy flicks his wrist, the crop smacking against my shoulder just as he pulls his cock out of my mouth, letting me moan and breathe. As I catch my breath, he watches me carefully, keeping an eye on my expression, checking in to be sure this is still what I want. In answer, I open my mouth again, sticking my tongue out and awaiting his dick.
Daddy grins as he guides his hard length back into my mouth. The taste of his pre-cum has me whimpering. I want it all. I want his taste to fill my mouth so I’ll be surrounded by him and only him.
Daddy’s cock fills my throat again, and this time, as he runs his crop up and down my body, making me moan and shiver, he slowly begins thrusting in and out. It’s hard to keep my eyes open, but I’m already being punished. As my dick reminds me by the fact it keeps trying to get hard but can’t. There’s no reason to push Daddy any more than I already have, he may not let me taste him otherwise.
Daddy flicks the crop again and I scream around his cock as the tongue hits a particularly painful bruise on my ass. He groans and shoves himself so deep into my throat that I gag, tears welling up.
He doesn’t pull all the way out this time, but he does give me enough room to suck in a much-needed breath.
“You take my cock so well. One day, I will sit in this warm mouth of yours for hours, but not today. Right now, I want you to get me off.”
He pushes back into my mouth, the heavy weight of his shaft slides against my tongue and I glide it along his flesh, tasting every inch of skin.
Closing my lips around his rigid length, I suck him deeply, using my tongue to help taste and tease as my cheeks hollow, and I show my Daddy what a good cocksucker I am.
He grabs my hair tightly and begins thrusting in and out of my mouth. It’s hard to keep up at first, but we find a rhythm that works for us. Daddy’s crop glides along my skin, making me shiver and moan, and every time I do, his dick leaks pre-cum, coating the inside of my mouth.
Daddy groans and his cock gets thicker, filling my mouth to the point of overstuffed, but I don’t move or complain, enjoying the burning ache in my jaw. Even as the soreness settling into my knees and back reminds me I’m not in my twenties anymore.
The tongue of the crop drifts over my bruised ass, the whisper-soft touch almost too much, but I lean into it anyway. Daddy presses deeper into my mouth, filling my throat once more, cutting off my air supply.
“Hold very still, boy,” he says. “I’m going to fuck you until I come.”
And he does. Over and over, he presses his cock deep into my mouth and throat, making tears fall as I sputter around his thickening length. He keeps teasing me with the crop, sometimes swatting at my flesh, but mostly gliding the tongue softly across my over-sensitive skin, turning my body into a livewire of nerves and need.
Another stinging swat of the crop has me choking on the cock in my throat as I can’t scream through the pain. Daddy shakes above me, his moans barely audible as my heart pounds loudly in my ears. He throbs in my mouth, and the grip in my hair borderlines on too much .
Finally, as my vision begins to gray out, and there’s a whooshing sound in my ears as my head goes light with lack of oxygen, Daddy pulls out far enough that his cum floods my mouth.
I splutter, trying my best to swallow him down, even as his dick rests halfway in my mouth. He grabs my head with both hands, shoving me onto his cock, forcing his cum to leak out of the corners of my mouth.
Daddy pulls out and I swallow the cum in my mouth before chasing him for more. He chuckles and lets me clean him up before reaching down and wiping the corners of my mouth, bringing his finger to my lips so I can lick up the last of his cum.
“Such a good boy. Come, let’s get you on the bed and cleaned up.”
My head feels fuzzy, and I am barely present as Daddy helps me to my feet. Somehow, I stumble to the bed, falling face down onto the pillows. Fingers thread through my hair for a few moments until I relax completely, then they’re gone.
I try to listen to the sounds Daddy makes as he moves about the room, but everything is so heavy and all I want to do is sleep. I fight it though, not wanting to miss a thing.
Moaning, I bite my lip as strong fingers massage my ass and thighs. I squirm but Daddy holds me firm, rubbing the cream into my abused flesh. He lightens his touch and I hear his praise, but I’m too tired to make out the individual words.
Daddy leaves me again but is back quickly. He gently coaxes my head up and holds a bottle of water under my lips. The liquid is tepid and goes down smoothly as he carefully helps me drink. Once he’s satisfied, he sets the bottle aside and climbs into bed next to me.
“Come here,” he whispers, helping me rest my head on his lap, so he can easily run his fingers through my hair.
Finally, I give into my body’s needs and close my eyes, allowing myself to relax that final bit. Sleep is right there, coming quickly, but I manage to say, “Thank you, Daddy.”
And while I can’t be sure, I think he responds. “My pleasure, baby.”