15. Jude
JUDE
I’d told Soren to meet me in my bedroom after he showered, and as I sat on the bed texting Phoenix, I had the thought again that I was letting Soren down as his Daddy.
He might have been more eager to learn than some of my previous subs, but he was the worst at the most mundane tasks.
When I supervised him, he was fine. We washed the dishes together tonight, and he didn’t drop a single glass.
It was when he was on his own that it seemed like all his confidence flew out the window and he became too anxious and overthought things until he made another mistake.
I needed to get him out of his head.
I typed a response to Phoenix’s question about when Soren would be ready to start at the clubhouse. Technically, he should have started last week, but I’d put it off, given how many mistakes he’d made at home. I couldn’t imagine him doing any better at a nightclub.
Me: He’s not ready.
Phoenix: Isn’t he? Or are YOU not ready? Have you turned that boy into a sex slave?
Me: You know me better than that. Trust me, Phoenix. He’s just not ready.
Phoenix: What’s the problem? Did he break another dish?
Me: Worse. He almost killed himself in my workshop today, and to save him, I knocked the original carved crest rail from a nineteenth-century dining chair off the bench.
Phoenix: The hand-carved walnut set?
Me: Yeah.
Phoenix: Jude, you told me those chairs are worth more than my car.
Me: The set is. The rail can be repaired. Eventually.
Phoenix: He must feel terrible about it.
Me: I actually lied and told him it wasn’t important.
The three little dots started and stopped several times before a message popped up from Phoenix.
Phoenix: You really care about him, don’t you?
Me: I do, but I would have done the same for any sub.
A knock sounded on the door, and I looked up to find Soren standing in the threshold, skin glistening after his shower.
He was wearing a camisole that showed off the definition in his arms and the bottom half of his pajamas.
I loved that he wasn’t a skinny boy. There was a lot of him to hold on to when I was buried deep inside him.
“You wanted to see me, Daddy,” he said nervously.
We’d had sex almost every night since he’d moved in with me, but only in his bedroom, as stated in the terms of our agreement.
After the act, we cuddled and talked until he fell asleep, and then I’d slink back to my bedroom, wishing I hadn’t made the stupid rule in the first place.
I wanted to wake up with him in my bed, my arms around him and his face the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes.
“Yes.” I got to my feet and sat on the edge of the bed. “Come on in. How was your bath?”
His eyes shifted around my bedroom, and I realized I’d given him a tour of the entire house when he’d moved in, except for this space, which I’d tried to keep to myself.
Yet in pretty much the same way he’d gotten me to throw the no sex rule out the window, he had me opening my most intimate space to him.
“I didn’t get the floor wet,” he said quickly.
“That’s not what I meant, little prince.” I patted the bed beside me. “Hop up. We need to talk. It’s nothing bad, I promise.”
He shuffled over slowly, as if he didn’t believe me, and sat on the bed. I turned to face him and reached for his hand, finding his palm sweaty.
“Are you worrying about something?”
“No, Daddy.”
“Are you lying to me, boy?”
He hung his head and nodded. “I’m worried I’ve become a burden to you and you’ll send me away.”
“Soren, didn’t we already put that fear behind us earlier?”
“It came back,” he muttered. “I’ve never been in your room before. Must be serious. Right?”
“You’re right. It is.” I patted my lap. “I want you over my lap so I can spank that beautiful ass of yours as a punishment.”
His head snapped back. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“But you said spanking isn’t much of a punishment since I’d like it.”
“Well, we will this once, because even though you deserve to be punished for not trusting me today, you also did a thoughtful thing by making me lunch.” I winked at him. “So a little pleasure to balance out the pain. Is that okay with you?”
He jumped to his feet and nodded. “Yes, it is.”
I chuckled. “Then across my thighs you go.”
He settled himself over my lap, and I brushed my palm across his ass. He really had a nice ass, and I should know. I’d spent the better part of a week fondling him as often as I could. Like he’d promised in room three back at Halo House, his body remained my toy to use as I saw fit.
“What do you say if you want me to stop?” I asked.
“Red.”
“Good boy. Now, this is our first time doing impact play, and I don’t know your threshold for pain, so I’m relying on you to use your safe word once you’ve had enough. Can I count on you, little prince?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I know I can trust you. I’m going to pull your pants down now.”
I peeled his pants down to his upper thighs.
He wasn’t wearing underwear, so his naked ass was right on display and pleasing to my eyes.
I cupped his cheeks and spread them, almost losing my focus when I noticed he’d cleaned up and used lube for me.
He was always so willing to be fucked, but we had another mission tonight.
At least for now.
“Look at that pretty hole, baby,” I murmured, squishing his cheeks back together, then apart again. “If you’re a good boy and stay still on Daddy’s lap, Daddy will make you his little fuck toy tonight. Would you like that?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’d like that very much.”
“Then be good for me, boy. Relax and take your punishment.”
My palm cracked against his right cheek with minimal pressure as I warmed him up.
Just a quick spank, really, that echoed across the room.
Another couple of slaps and my erection was already getting out of hand.
I’d underestimated what it would do to me to see his cheeks jiggle.
Of how he would tense after each slap, his cheeks clenching before relaxing.
The first one that I delivered with more bite had his gasp ringing out in the room. A shiver raced through his body, and he bucked against my lap.
I wasn’t the only one who was hard.
“Is my naughty little prince getting off on his punishment?” I asked hoarsely. “I must be going too easy on you, aren’t I?”
“A bit, Daddy. I don’t mind harder.”
Reassured by his words, I smacked his bottom with more force. “Do you know why I am punishing you, boy?” I asked him. “You don’t trust your Daddy, and that hurts.”
Sharp slaps echoed across the room as I spoke.
“If you don’t trust me, how will you follow my instructions? How can I keep you safe? Do you believe me now that I will never send you back to Halo House unless you ask me?”
“Yes, Daddy. I believe you.”
“Little prince, I wish that were true, but I see the doubt in you whenever you do something wrong.” His cheeks clenched from the sting of the last slap. “My aim is to teach you, not to berate you and make you feel low about yourself. I will always build you up, Soren.”
A sob broke from him, and the sound was a relief.
Crying for a sub could be cathartic, and although he’d cried earlier, it’d been for the wrong reasons.
He’d cried out of fear that I would discard him.
I wanted his tears to be of relief and understanding that I hadn’t accepted him from Halo House lightly.
I hadn’t taken him under my wing to set him free after the end of a contract.
This boy meant something more to me, and for as long as he was honest and happy with me, I would gladly keep him.
“You only saw that you changed the color of the white towels,” I said quietly. “But you didn’t see how proud I was of you for getting the machine to work at all. Remember how frustrated you were the first time I showed you how to use it? But you did it. All by yourself.”
I knew his ass hurt from the way he was squirming and openly sobbing on my lap now, so I shifted my focus and reached for his hand.
“Hold yourself open for me.”
He spread his cheeks, baring himself to my greedy eyes. The next slap was against his hole, and a sharp cry—but more of pleasure than pain—tore from his lips.
“Daddy, please,” he moaned.
“Please, what, little prince? Do you want me to stop?”
He shook his head.
“Then what do you say?”
“Green, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” I smacked his hole twice again, in rapid succession, and he started to scramble away, but I pulled him back onto my lap.
“Where do you think you’re going? Daddy’s not finished with you yet.
You want me to stop, you know exactly what to say, but for as long as you don’t, you stay right there and let me punish this greedy hole. ”
I rubbed the pads of my fingers over his opening, dipping the middle one inside him and up against his prostate. He panted against me but kept his hands firmly spreading himself for me.
I removed my finger and sucked it between my lips before returning it to fuck him lazily. “Such a tasty morsel. Do you want Daddy to make you come?”
“Yes, please.” He was grinding against my leg desperately.
“Then first tell me that you’re doing your best, and that’s all Daddy wants from you.”
When he hesitated, I removed my finger and slapped his hole harder than I had before. “Say it or Daddy will put you in a cock cage and send you to bed to think and reflect on yourself.”
“Oh, please don’t, Daddy. I’m so sorry.”
“What should you say?”
“I am doing my best and that’s all Daddy wants from me,” he cried, then promptly repeated it.
“Good boy. You’ve done so well taking your punishment. Now let Daddy make it up to you.”
I coaxed him up to straddle my thighs and took his lips with mine.
He tasted minty fresh and salty from his tears.
With my thumb, I flicked the tears away, then turned with him still attached to me so we were lying on the bed with him under me.
When I raised my head, he opened his eyes, his long lashes wet with tears.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I said softly, running my hands down his torso. “Your skin’s soft like silk, and your body’s so sturdy a man can have proper fun without worrying that he’ll break you.”
“Then have fun with me, Daddy.” He smiled at me, letting his legs fall open. “I’m Daddy’s little toy.”
“Yes, you are.” I pulled him to the edge of the bed and stood on the floor. “Pull your knees up to your chest.”
He did what I said, one hand keeping his knees to his chest and the other spreading his cheek open so I had a clear view of my goal.
“Finger yourself for me,” I said, watching him as I walked over to the nightstand to grab a condom and the lube.
We’d had our blood work done after talking about it, and any day now I would be able to bareback him when we had those results.
We were both on PrEP and not looking to sleep with anyone else anytime soon.
Soren spat on his fingers and used the saliva to aid in pushing two fingers inside himself. He moaned, shoving hard and fast.
“Easy, little prince.” I chuckled. “Don’t damage Daddy’s precious toy.”
“I want to be filled so much,” he whined.
I lubed up and shoved my shaft against his hole playfully. “Is this what you want?”
“Please don’t make me wait, Daddy. I learned my lesson and everything. I’ve been a good boy.”
“Yes, you are.” This time when the head of my cock snagged against his hole, I went with the flow and slid deep inside his slick heat. “The absolute best boy a Daddy could ever want.”
I pulled him closer to the edge and planted one foot on the bed next to his hip as I rocked in and out of my sexy little toy.
My sweet prince. My beautiful boy. His hole stretched around my cock, more pliant now than the first time we’d had sex like this.
Now he could take a pounding without me worrying about how it would affect him afterward.
“Oh, Daddy, that feels good,” he gasped out, his body folded into itself. “Ruin your little fuck toy. Open him up for only you.”
He always lit a fire in my blood when he referred to himself as only mine.
The words hit deep, touching on the primal need inside of me to claim and mark him.
I pressed my hand to his hip, holding him steady, and increased my pace, my waist snapping hard and fast as I drove myself to the hilt inside him.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He whined, a hand pressing against my stomach as though to push me away. I captured said hand in mine along with the other and pinned them to the bed and laid into him even harder.
“You know what to say if you want me to stop, little prince. Until then, I’m going to make use of my fuck toy however I want.”
My hips smacked hard against him with each thrust. “So if you don’t plan to use your safe word, be a good boy and lie right there while I make use of your holes. Do you hear me?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
His cries got louder, and when I released his hand, he pressed it against my chest again, his nails digging into my flesh as though punishing me for every hard thrust. If he had just used his safe word, I would have been gentler—I would have tamed the fire he stoked inside of me—but his pants came without the one word I needed to be gentler to him.
The least I could do for him was to make him come after giving me such sweet ownership of his body. But first…
I grunted, stiffening as I came hard, my seed gushing into the latex instead of him.
Slowly pulling out, I went down on his cock, which had stayed hard despite the rough fuck.
I ran my hands up his chest, pinching his nipples between my fingers and squeezing them.
Soren’s hips punched up as he cried out, fucking the back of my throat.
His hips moved frantically, his balls slapping my chin, and I increased the pressure on his nipples, pulling on them.
“Oh my God!” He shuddered, ropes of cum landing on my tongue.
When he was spent, he collapsed back against the bed, panting and moaning pitifully.
I released him from my mouth, moving to his slack hole so I could tongue his own cum inside of him.
I licked around his rim, sucking on the swollen flesh, before lapping up his juices.
“Oh, Daddy,” he whimpered, his hand stroking my hair. “I love the way you always eat my ass after. So good.”
A smile came to my lips at his sleepy yawn. It was typical of Soren to nap right after sex, as if I took all his energy each time.
“You taste good, little prince. I could eat you all night.”
“But I’m sleepy.”
“Then close your eyes.” I kissed the inside of his thigh before blowing gently against his hole. “I’ll gently coax you to sleep.”
A couple of minutes later, he fell asleep, and a couple of hours later, when he woke up moaning, my tongue was buried inside his ass, and I was ready for my toy again.