Chapter 10 #2
His chuckle was dark and exciting, and when his eyes shot back up to mine, it felt like they seared right through me. “Careful, pretty baby. You don’t know what I’m asking for.”
“But I’m saying you don’t need to,” I said breathlessly, wrapping myself around him as best as I could, pinned down and held in place the way he had me.
“That’s… that’s what you want, right? And so do I.
I’m yours. And remember those safeword things?
You don’t ever have to ask because you can trust me to, um, to tell you to stop that way if I ever need you to. ”
He kept staring at me for what felt like forever. Then, “Red means stop.”
I nodded. “Like the stoplights.”
Then he finally smiled again, a wicked, wicked one that would have made me come on the spot if I’d been able to.
“But what if you can’t speak, pretty baby?” he said softly, tracing my mouth with his finger and then, when I gasped, pushing it inside. “Suck.”
I whined, closing my lips around his finger and arching up against him as heat tumbled down my spine, gathering in my balls and bouncing around like a crazed pinball inside me, with nowhere to go and no way to find any relief.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he said, rolling his hips against me again. “You’ve got such a beautiful mouth. I want my cock inside it. I want to fill it with my cum. I want you to taste of me. I—”
He stopped, then frowned, sliding his finger out of my mouth and making me whimper at the loss.
“Baby, I’m negative. I know I haven’t shown you any proof, but I would never do anything to put you at risk. I will always keep you safe. If you don’t want my cum, or if you want to wait—”
“Are you going to come in my mouth?” I interrupted, so excited I could hardly stand it.
Of course he’d keep me safe. That was what he did.
“What if I don’t do it right? It looks easy but you feel big and I’ve never done that before.
I’ve seen a lot of porn, though! Will you put it all the way down my throat?
” I grabbed his hand and wrapped it around my neck.
“Will you be able to feel yourself here?”
I’d seen that once, a video of a guy lying on a bed while a big bear of a Daddy fucked his throat, and every time that Daddy thrust into his boy’s mouth, you could see the shape of his cock sliding in and out, distending the boy’s neck, making him look owned, and… and…
“Daddy,” I gasped, squirming underneath him as all the hot, delicious feelings inside me that had nowhere to go started to make me feel like I might burst. “I need, I can’t, please. Can you just—”
“Baby,” he said, all growly and firm and dominant enough that I shut my mouth on another gasp, my cock aching as it pressed hard against all those metal bars…
but also not? It was like it only ached in my head, and the desperation to do something about it was maddening and wonderful and horrible, all at the same time.
“There’s no way you won’t do it right,” Daddy said when I went quiet, gently stroking my throat. “I can teach you how to suck my cock, and I’ll feed you all the cum you want, sweetheart, but nothing you ever do with me will be wrong, as long as you do what I tell you to, and I know you want it.”
“I do! I want it.”
“Then all you have to do to make me happy, baby, is to do what you’re told.”
He rolled off me, and I scrambled up so fast I almost felt dizzy with it, launching myself at him. “No! What? Where are you going? Don’t leave me.”
I clung to him like a monkey and he laughed, petting his hand down my back. “I’m not, but I would like to see my balls in your mouth, baby, and I can’t do that if I have you pinned to the bed.”
“Oh,” I said, a delicious shiver moving through me that got transformed into something else when it hit my balls, something weird and achy and wonderful that I wasn’t sure whether to call pleasure or pain or something else entirely as it spread through my gut.
Daddy moved me off him and positioned himself against the headboard, his legs spread apart and his erection tenting his sleep pants. He patted his thigh. “Come here, baby.” And, once I did, “Take out my cock.”
My hands shook a little. I’d never touched one other than my own, never even seen one outside of porn and that one unfortunate incident when I’d walked in on one of Mom’s past boyfriends shaving his balls.
This was nothing like that. Daddy’s skin was a little darker than mine, his cock all wide and veiny instead of slim and straight like mine was.
He also wasn’t as wet at the tip as I always got, but there was still the tiniest bit of moisture there, just a droplet, nestled into the slit… and I wanted it.
I wanted to taste it.
I’d tasted my own, but that wasn’t the same, and I needed, I just wanted, I—
“Baby,” he said sharply, pulling me back when I darted my tongue out to steal that drop.
I looked up and he grinned, one hand firmly locked on my shoulder.
He ran a finger over my lips, dipping the tip inside to rub over the heady, salty taste sitting on the tip of my tongue now. “Daddy’s in charge.”
Those words felt like he was jerking off my brain or something.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, my whole body quivering as I waited for him to tell me what to do first.
He stroked himself, and another droplet appeared. “Go ahead, sweetheart. Have another taste. Just the tip of your tongue. Like that. Go ahead and take another. Such a good boy. Fuck, baby. You’re so perfect.”
I lapped at it, drop by drop, as he held me where he wanted me and directed his cock toward my mouth, alternating between just letting me have that one single drop and rubbing his entire cockhead over my lips.
“So pretty. Now suck, pretty baby. Suck it into your hot little mouth.”
I did—just the tip, because it’s all he would give me—and the way the soft, spongy head slid across my tongue and filled all my senses with his salty musk made me feel almost lightheaded for a moment.
I’d never gotten high. That hadn’t felt safe, not when I always had to be on guard in the places I’d lived in the past. But I imagined it must feel a lot like this.
Losing track of time and letting the world fall away, until it was just his hands on me, his taste on my tongue, his low, murmured words guiding me in how to please him as he fed me a little more, pushed into my mouth a little deeper, bit by bit until it felt like Daddy was all that existed, and servicing his cock was all that I existed for.
“Okay, sweetheart,” he said after I had no idea how long, pulling me off him. He pushed his sleep pants down lower, exposing his balls. “I want to see these in your mouth.”
He pushed my head down and I breathed in deep, feeling completely surrounded by him as I rubbed my face against the soft skin around his fat balls. Then I sucked the first one into my mouth, just like he’d said, and looked up at him as I rolled it around on my tongue.
Daddy groaned, his eyelids dropping to half-mast and his fingers carding through my hair.
“Beautiful,” he said, spreading his legs a little wider.
“Fuck, that feels good.” He pulled his cock flat against his stomach, slowly rubbing his palm up and down the hard length as he stared down at me. “Now the other one, pretty boy.”
I switched, sucking on it lightly as I breathed in the intoxicating scent of him. He murmured quiet words of encouragement as I switched back and forth, until his breath started to get ragged and his cock started to jerk under his hand.
“Daddy,” I said, popping off and nuzzling my face against the base of it. Mouthing at the shaft and pressing my tongue against the throbbing vein there. I looked up at him. “Please.”
“Is that what you really want, baby?” he asked, pulling me up and angling the fat head toward my mouth. “Take it. Suck me deep.”
I tried. I lunged down on it, the width forcing my jaws wide and the addicting taste flooding my senses in a heady rush. But it felt like I’d barely gotten any in my mouth at all when I suddenly gagged.
Daddy groaned, pulling me off him. “Fuck, that feels incredible. Sweetheart, I’m going to use your mouth the way I’ve been dreaming of now.
” He lifted one of my hands to his mouth and kissed my palm, then put it on his hip.
“You won’t be able to say your safeword, but if it’s too much, I need you to tap me twice.
Can you do that, for me? Two taps is ‘red.’ Show me. ”
I did it, and the smile he gave me made my dick try to break out of its little cage.
“Daddy,” I gasped, instinctively rubbing myself against the bed and moaning when it got me no friction at all but somehow made me even hornier.
“Be good,” he said. “You know that belongs to me.”
A shudder rolled through my body, an embarrassingly needy sound spilling from my mouth.
Daddy’s eyes turned hot, and he brought his cock back to my mouth. “Two taps if you need to, sweetheart,” he reminded me. “And when you feel like you’re going to gag, breathe slowly through your nose.”
Then he pushed it into my mouth, slow and steady and relentless, not stopping even when I did gag, praising me in a low, gritty tone as my throat spasmed around his thick length and then made room for him.
Then he pulled back, leaving me with just the tip as I panted around it, and wiped my cheeks. “So beautiful. Again.”
This time, when he pushed into my mouth with a low, sexy groan, something inside me felt like it let go. All my muscles relaxed, and a lovely, floaty feeling started to fuzz out my brain, so that even when he triggered my gag reflex again, it was like it didn’t matter.
“Good boy, that’s it, just breathe,” Daddy said, thrusting all the way to the back of my throat. “Oh fuck, sweet baby. Take a little more. No, don’t close your eyes. Daddy wants to see you.”
I opened them again, my jaw aching and my eyes watering and my heart feeling almost too big for my chest. It was like I was floating above my body, drifting in a safe cloud where my only purpose was to please him, and even the desperate, maddening, coiling sensation in my gut as my dick kept trying and failing to get hard felt a little distant, the tension a little less urgent even though a part of me still wanted to beg him to let me come.
It was like I almost didn’t need to, though. As Daddy kept fucking my mouth, his thrusts getting a little less careful, a little more forceful as his cock swelled and throbbed on my tongue, I only wanted his cum. I wanted him to fill me with it. I wanted to choke on it. I wanted—
“Fuck,” he gritted out. “Baby, baby, Dashiell.”
My whole body quaked, and the way he said my name as he finally got there and unloaded into my mouth—pulling back a little when I sputtered and choked and pumping himself with his fist so that his cum spilled down my chin and splattered over my face—almost made me feel like I was the one coming.
“Daddy,” I croaked as he finally finished, panting as I rested my head on his thigh, that floaty, buzzy feeling inside my head and my skin and my blood and my heart. “I need… I need…”
I couldn’t think.
He pulled me up, mess and all, and kissed my mouth. Licked his way inside with a groan and held the back of my head to keep me in place, anchoring me right there, with him, so I didn’t float away.
“What you need is a shower, sweetheart,” he said when he finally pulled away, gently running his fingers down my sticky cheeks with his eyes full of—
Well, it couldn’t be, it was too soon and too big of a dream, even though I was pretty sure it was how I already felt for him.
“Yes, Daddy,” I breathed out, so happy to have him decide that I didn’t care what we did.
I was his. And since my face was also covered in his cum, he was probably right.
I did need a shower. But then the door buzzer sounded from the front of the apartment, followed by a quick, staccato knock that I knew by heart now, and Daddy let out a low, muffled curse that made me giggle.
The shower would have to wait.
If we ignored Jackie, he’d just use his key and let himself in.