Chapter 21 #2
“I love you, Daddy.” When he stopped squeezing my ass, I pushed up and groaned as the ache really started to sink into me.
But that didn’t stop me from curling onto his lap and snuggling close…
or from wiggling my spanked ass over his erection.
“I love how you take care of me and how you keep me safe and how you watch my ass when you think I’m not looking. ”
He barked out a laugh and rolled us over so he had me trapped under him. “You kept wearing those pants. The tight ones. You’re such a brat.”
I had to fight with what I’d been given.
“Are you going to show your brat who he belongs to?” Needing to get him even more riled up, I aimed to look as innocent as I could as I gazed up at him. “Are you going to breed your boy, Daddy?”
Oh, that was fun.
Even if I hadn’t read the books, just the heated look on his face would’ve been enough to make me horny and curious.
“I think it’s the only way you’re going to remember who you belong to, boy.” His deep, passionate tone sent a shiver through me which just seemed to turn him on even more. “I’m going to fill up your belly and you’ll never be able to forget who you belong to.”
That was even better than it’d been in the books.
Real life was so much better than fiction, and it got even better as he pushed up and stripped his shirt off as he glared down at me.
Total alpha material.
“Spread your legs, boy. Show me how needy you are.” The order had me nearly coming right then, but luckily for me and my dick, he behaved as I spread my legs wider. “Good boy.”
His hands paused stripping off his own pants to reach out and grab my thighs, spreading my legs wider and pushing them up to make sure he could see every inch of me. “Better. Hold them just like that so I can see how pretty that tight little hole is.”
Wow.
Even he was right…that was even better.
It scrambled my brains slightly, though, and he was naked before I remembered I needed to play along too. “I saved it just for you, Daddy.”
How could anyone else have compared?
I wasn’t totally insane. I’d dated other people but Bastian wasn’t like anyone else I’d ever met, and I couldn’t imagine having this moment with anyone else.
“Because you knew you belonged to me.” Daddy’s eyes twinkled, probably because he realized he’d been the one to dawdle, but he was lucky because I was wonderfully patient and very smart. “And I won’t let you forget it.”
He was going to remind me every day for the rest of our lives if I was lucky.
“There are so many ways to help you remember too.” Daddy looked like he was going to love exploring every single one of them as he reached over for the lube I’d helpfully laid out for him. “We’ll have to see which ones make my boy feel the most submissive and the most claimed.”
Yes!
I couldn’t help the shivers thinking about that sent through me and I knew they made me look even more helpless and submissive because I could see how much he loved them. But he was still Daddy, so I mouthed green as he slowly made a show of slicking up his fingers.
He flashed me a smile, but his sexy glare was back so fast I thought I’d hallucinated it. “Already disobeying?”
Oops.
Legs.
“That’s right.” His confident tone and asshole expression sent another shiver through me and I couldn’t help the way he made my asshole wink for him. “At least one part of you seems well-behaved.”
Oh, that was rude and erotic.
“I want to be good for you, Master.” Yes, this was a Master moment and the low, sexy sound he made said he knew it too. Lifting my knees higher to open myself up more got another one and made his cock jump, turning me on even more. “I want you to claim me.”
Someone online really should’ve pointed out how much fun sex with my Daddy would be.
“Don’t worry, boy.” Still wearing his wonderful glare, Master leaned over me and braced himself with one hand while he brought the other to my ass and slid in one finger in a single thrust. “I will.”
Incredible.
Daddies had the best imaginations…and mine had even remembered what I’d said about prep work when we’d talked about limits.
“Oh…that’s…” Master went right to my prostate, giving me sparks of pleasure as the shock of being stretched made it all even more incredible. With the way he had me pinned to the bed, it was like he was already thrusting into me and it made my head swim. “You’re…”
“Claiming you.” Adding a second finger made that feel even more real and I found myself squirming and whining even though I wasn’t sure what I needed. “That’s right. My sweet, needy boy.”
Me.
I was his.
Bastian’s.
Master’s.
Daddy’s.
“Please…I…” Two fingers weren’t enough and I knew they were fingers which made it even more frustrating. It was like playing with a toy when I was fantasizing about something much more real…like Daddy.
The way he stretched his fingers teased at perfection, but I knew fingers weren’t what I needed. “Please…I’m your good boy. Yes. Your good boy.”
Releasing my legs, I grabbed onto Bastian and pulled him closer as I nuzzled against him. “Please? Claim me. I need you.”
God, that sound was so sexy.
I’d never get over the low growly sound he let out when I turned him on and made him needy and insane. But he got desperate ones from me as he eased his fingers out and spread the last of the lube down his cock before bracing my legs wide with his arms.
Somehow him holding me open made it even more wicked and I could imagine myself in one of the omega books where the sub was desperate and begging and dripping with slick.
“Mine.” Master slowly slid into me, letting the stretch and the burn fill me up and send waves of mixed-up signals through me. It was everything I’d imagined, and as relief got caught up in all the good feelings, I found myself staring up at Bastian.
I could almost see the pleasure and happiness and possession I knew he had to be feeling, but he chased out every thought as he slowly eased almost all the way out of me and thrust in hard. “My boy.”
Oh yeah.
I was going to tell him that as soon as I could catch my breath.
He kept chasing it off with every thrust that nailed my prostate perfectly. “My naughty sub.”
Maybe.
We’d talk about that later.
“My slut.”
Clenching around him, I worked my ass and nibbled on his neck. “Yours.”
“My mate.”
Just like the omegas…I was his and he was going to keep me forever.
“Please. The words. You need.” He needed to do a lot because I was going to come faster than he seemed to realize. “Daddy…”
His laugh was wicked and sexy and somehow made him fuck me faster. “You’re right. I need to claim my boy.”
He was definitely the brat.
“Claim me, Daddy.” I’d figure out a way to get back at him, though. Once he finished breeding me. “Make me yours. Breed me.”
Ha.
“Fuck.” Daddy’s rhythm faltered but he got back at me. He reached down between us and all it took for him to win was for him to wrap his hand around my cock. “Brat.”
But I was his brat.
“Come.”
And a very obedient one at that.
He helped too, though.
Just watching him come and seeing how good it was for him would’ve been enough to throw me over even if his hand and cock weren’t doing an amazing job on their own. It was so good as my orgasm rolled through me that my brain actually went quiet and everything went hazy again.
Amazing.
When reality tuned back in, he was holding me tight and I was curled up on his chest while he kissed my head. “There you are.”
“I’m here.” I even managed to kiss his chest before I made the amazing effort to lift my head and kiss his lips. “Right here.”
Something made him smile like he’d thought I was cute and I got another soft peck as he ran his hand over my head. “You’re always going to be right here with me, sweet boy.”
Always.
That was a good word.
“Because…”
He grinned wider as I raised one eyebrow and gave him his Daddy look. “Because I love you. You’ve always been my Trippy, my friend, and then more…but I just couldn’t see what was right in front of my face.”
“Until I helped.” There was no way he could ever punish me for that. “Good boys help their Daddies.”
His chest jerked in silent laughter, but he nodded and gave me another soft kiss. “Yes, you helped give me and Santa a push.”
I might’ve been Santa’s little faker, but I was the best brat he could’ve ever asked Santa for.
“I love you, Daddy.”
He was the best Christmas present I would ever get and I was never going to forget that.
Merry Christmas and thank you, Santa.
Love was the best present a little could get.
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