Chapter 10
YVES
It had been all I could do not to pull my boy’s lovely little penis into my mouth and taste the musky sweetness leaking so copiously from his tip.
But if I had, I wouldn’t have been able to stop until he’d given me everything…
a scenario I’d already decided we must come back to soon.
But first, I very much wanted to see Ollie in my bed.
I wanted to fill it with the scent of his sex and hear his cries echo off the walls of that more intimate space.
I also wanted—with an erotic urgency that had me throbbing in my shorts and feeling that certain parts of me, at least, once again belonged to a much younger man—to guide him in finding his pleasure the way he had furtively started to once before.
I pulled the bedding down, baring my sheets.
“Come here, Ollie.”
“Yes, Daddy,” he said, making my heart swell as he eagerly obeyed me and then let me arrange him, leaning back against the cushioned headboard, exactly as I wished.
“Such a good boy,” I murmured, admiring his slim beauty and the light muscle tone which showcased his delicate masculinity.
He had taken too much sun, and I longed to soothe his reddened skin, and do so many other things, but the swollen shaft pressed against his stomach told me he needed something else first. “You are perfect, n'est-ce pas, mon beau?”
He blushed, but before he could deny it—and I knew him well enough already to see that he was about to—I shushed him with a stern look and a click of my tongue. He settled immediately, proving me correct.
He was my perfect little boy, and now he deserved a reward.
“I need you to take good care of my toy while I get ready to enjoy you,” I told him, seating myself on the bed next to him and dragging the soft feet of his plush little dinosaur down his chest to nestle astride his erection.
His hips jerked up, a startled gasp escaping him before his hands fisted in my sheets, holding himself still.
I grinned. Utterly perfect.
“Will you do that for me, sweet boy?” I teased him, rocking the little peluche over his shaft. “Will you keep your new toy here for your Daddy, just like this?”
He whimpered, but when I clicked my tongue again, a reminder to use his words, he did.
“Yes, Daddy,” he answered in a strained voice, still clutching the sheets. His wide eyes were trained on me, silently begging me to help him be good for me.
He already was, even if he didn’t see it yet.
I peeled his fingers free and placed them on top of the soft plushie instead. My boy yearned to make me happy, so I would teach him that it was his pleasure, and his delightfully playful naughtiness, that would always bring me the most joy.
“Just like that,” I praised him when he whimpered again, tiny beads of sweat glistening at his hairline as he fought not to move. “I know you can be good now, non? That you will take care of what is mine?”
“Yes, Daddy,” he repeated in a shaky whisper, his thighs clenching and releasing as I stood, but his hips—for now—staying still.
Later, we would explore the more innocent kind of release I hoped to offer him by bringing out his little side, but I already suspected that his preferences would mirror my own.
That we wouldn’t need hard lines of differentiation between his little time and our pleasure, or between his playful nature and the responsible adult I also trusted he could be, despite the lovely air of innocence and naivety that called to me so strongly.
I left the bed, retreating to the ensuite bathroom to place my own clothing in the hamper there and collect the supplies I needed to properly take care of my boy.
When I returned, Ollie’s skin was flushed and rosy with his arousal, his eyes squeezed tightly closed and his hands trembling as his hips moved in aborted, jerking little thrusts against the toy.
He was exquisite, all I’d ever hoped for, and for a moment I indulged in being the voyeur, wrapping a hand around my cock as it filled even more and stroking myself to an aching level of hardness as I bit back my groans and watched him struggle with himself.
Someday, I would find him a larger toy. Something plush and thick and wide that he could wrap himself around and cuddle while he waited for me in this bed.
I’d also slit its backside and fit it with a silicone sleeve so that when I joined my sweet boy, I could roll him on top of it and fuck him as he defiled it.
Ollie suddenly gasped, an almost silent exhale of heated air that had his lips falling open and his toes curling hard.
His knuckles went white as he gripped the petit plushie, and the way all of his muscles contracted, I knew he’d either made himself come or just staved it off.
Either way, the sight was so erotic that I had to unhand myself or risk the same fate.
I crossed the room, tossing what I had brought onto the mattress and spreading his legs wide so that I could kneel between them.
His eyes flew open, a look of panic on his face.
“Daddy! I wasn’t… I didn’t… I mean, I was trying not to—” His mouth suddenly snapped closed mid-babble, his eyes traveling down my body with a gratifying amount of lust before locking onto my cock. “Daddy?” he repeated, licking his lips. “Can I please suck that?”
This time, I had no chance of stifling my groan, my hand closing around my shaft out of pure necessity as his request sent heat rocketing through me.
“Yes, sweet boy,” I rasped, fighting not to pump myself to completion and paint his body with my spend. “But not until you finish what you started. You promised to take care of my toy.”
He flushed such a deep shade of red I almost worried for him. “I didn’t mean to,” he whispered, his hands trembling on the peluche again.
“You didn’t mean to do as Daddy asked?” I raised an eyebrow as his flush deepened. “When I buy you a gift, I expect you to enjoy it, mon petit chaton. Do you not like Daddy’s gift?”
“You mean, Dino?”
“Oui, the little jouet en peluche,” I teased, thrusting forward to rub my own shaft against its soft fuzz. Exquisite. “Were you not playing with it just now?”
I nudged it with my cockhead again as I slowly pumped myself, making sure its softness rubbed over him.
Such a good boy. He was still fully engorged. He had held off his pleasure for me.
“Were you not doing as Daddy asked you to, taking care of my toy by making use of yours?” I prompted him as he trembled, staring up at me.
“Yes, Daddy,” he finally answered, his voice still trembling but his eyes wide with something that definitely wasn’t panic now. He swallowed, then licked his lips again. “Is that… is that really okay?”
My own pleasure was starting to coil, thick and warm, at the base of my spine, so I slowed my hand.
Now that he’d declared himself mine, I knew I wouldn’t be truly satisfied unless I released inside him, but first, he needed to be reassured that all his pleasures, every single one of his desires, were allowed here.
I only asked that he share them with me.
“Nothing pleases me more than seeing you play with what I have given you, mon c?ur. That will always be the case, whether it is in our bedroom or when you are enjoying more innocent games as my little one.”
His hands tightened on the plushie. “But Dino is, um, he’s not intended for… for the bedroom.”
I raised my eyebrow. “Oh? Did he tell you this?” I teased. “Did he say he was displeased with riding your cock, the way you will soon be riding mine?”
“Daddy,” Ollie gasped, looking equally scandalized and intrigued as his hips jerked up against the petit dinosaur. “He’s a toy!”
“And you are mine,” I reminded him with a wicked grin. “Are you saying we are not allowed to enjoy our toys?”
“N-N-No,” he stuttered, eyes wide and hips starting to roll as his body began to accept the permission I’d given him. His mind, however, was still fighting it. “But I… I shouldn’t,” he panted, thrusting against the toy a little faster, “I shouldn’t use… Daddy, I shouldn’t… I… oh god. Daddy.”
“That’s it, little one,” I rasped, taking hold of his legs and bending his knees up so he’d have more leverage as I urged him on. “Play for Daddy. Play with your toy. That’s my good boy.”
Ollie moaned, his head falling back against the headboard as he gave in and grabbed onto the plushie with both hands, finally starting to fuck his hips up into it with abandon.
“Daddy,” he chanted, head thrashing from side to side.
“Daddy, oh god, Daddy, it… it feels so… so good. He’s so soft.
It… it… Daddy.” He suddenly froze, trembling and body as taut as a bowstring. “I’m going to come.”
I reached between his legs, sliding my hand back over his taint to press my fingers against his hot, fluttering hole. “Yes, mon trésor. Do it. Come for Daddy now. Show me how well you like Daddy’s gifts. Be my good boy, my dirty little chaton, and finish fucking your petit dinosaure for me.”
And he shuddered, his body releasing like a coiled spring, and did it.