Chapter 13 #2
I wanted to come, but Daddy didn’t linger long enough as he made sure he cleansed every inch of me. His shirt got wet. I kept waiting for him to take it off. Finally, he did, tossing it aside.
I held my breath. He had a dark shadow of short hair brushing the tops of his pecs, which were hard, the nipples dark and small.
And he was tan all over, the skin smooth.
If I touched him, he would be oh so warm and my fingers would easily slide over his muscles. Already, my palms itched to feel him.
As I played, my cock bobbing up and down in the warmth of the bath, Daddy rinsed me off with fresh, non-bubbles water.
He washed my hair, his fingers massaging my scalp so nice.
He called me pet names that made me feel beautiful and cared for.
Precious. Sweetheart. Treasure. Cutie pie. My favorite was baby boy.
“All right. All done,” he said. “Stand up.”
With his hands under my arms to give me balance, I stood. He helped me step out, then wrapped me in a big fluffy towel. But I wanted to feel him skin to skin which hadn’t happened last night. I pushed the towel away and leaned into his bare chest.
He laughed, hugging me, his hands going down my back and brushing over my ass. I used that moment to lift one leg as if to climb him like a tree. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. My poor needy cock rubbed against his belly; my balls scraped his jeans waistband.
I wriggled to feel it more.
He had mesmerized my body. My mind. I felt out of control.
He carried me into the bedroom and gently laid me out on the bed. “Just like that,” he said low in his throat. “So perfect.”
He picked up the new pack of jammies and unwrapped it. First, he helped me on with the fuzzy top. Then he bent down and put my feet into the bottoms one at a time before pulling them up, making sure the avoid touching my cock.
“I love them. So soft. But, Daddy, I want to be naked with you.”
“That’ll happen, sweet. I’ll love taking them off as much as I did putting them on you.”
That hadn’t occurred to me. I couldn’t stop petting the sleeves. So soft.
Daddy had me scoot up in the bed, then he lay down beside me. There were still little beads of moisture on his chest from the bath. I reached up and pressed my palm to his chest, the edge of my hand brushing his nipple. I pressed down.
“Your heart is beating fast,” I said.
“It does that when I want something very much.”
“What do you want?”
No answer. Not verbal, anyway. He leaned over me, all smooth muscles and tan skin and kissed me.
Soon, we were tangled, his bare arms around my soft pajama-clad body, our legs entwining. Something was happening between us, a deepness, as if the kink of me feeling free to be a little with him enhanced my arousal in a way to make it feel like I could really become his.
Tonight I was bolder. Grabbier. I touched his hair. My hands slid down to the small of his back. To the curve that began below his waist. My hand inched between us until I could cup his bulge. He kept kissing me, never stopping, never saying no.
I didn’t know what he might like beyond being a daddy and, in his words, a fantastic edger, but I was going to find out. All I knew was he’d tried just about everything kinky at the club.
Next thing I realized Daddy was working my cock through the opening of the fly on my pajama bottoms. I wondered what I looked like all dressed up for bed with my cock poking out.
“You forgot to put me in the diaper,” I said.
His hand ran up and down my naked length. “No. I didn’t forget.”
He half sat and bent over to kiss my revealed cock. Then he began to suck. And back I went to the heaven of last night.
I grabbed at his skin, maybe even scratching his back a little.
He pulled off with a wet sound that made every muscle in my body tense. He was staring at me, so close his breath cooled against the skin of my damp cockhead. “So pretty.”
“Daddy, I want to see you, too.”
“Maybe.”
“Please.” He really did know how to string things along.
He sat all the way up now. I came up, too, and reached for his waist. His hands got there first and he undid his top button. A zipper gleamed as he slowly pulled the end down.
Black underwear. Such a daddy thing. So predictable. I almost giggled but it was so intriguing to watch him I didn’t dare interrupt.
He pushed his jeans down, then sat back and dragged them off one leg at a time. His tan wasn’t fake. He was like that all over, all golden brown. He had on a silver chain bracelet that glowed against his skin.
“Daddy,” I whispered. “Ohh.”
His eyes glimmered as he smiled, as his thumbs hooked the elastic of his briefs and slowly slid them down.
I knew it. It had to be. His cock was massive, hard, with a shiny knobbed head. It sprang free and danced for me, the prominent veins as purple as the tip.
“Daddy,” I said again.
I reached out and put my hand around its girth. Like I said before, grabby tonight. When my grasp lifted him, his balls came into my vision, heavy and smooth. I wasn’t the only one who manscaped.
Truce leaned back on his hands and let me explore. “Take your time. All the time you want, baby,” he told me. “It’s another new toy for you.”
I could barely speak, but I managed. “I love new toys.”
His cock throbbed as I ran my hands over every inch. I pressed my cheek to his thigh to get a closer vantage so I could look at all of him as I played. I gently bounced his balls. I pressed the side of his stiffness to my forehead, then all over my face where it burned hotly.
I played and played, not thinking, just enjoying everything I was doing. My own cock dripped for him, the liquid running down the shaft. I squeezed him and rubbed him, using his own precum to make the skin slick.
Suddenly, Truce grunted out a huge breath and grabbed my shoulders. I squeezed his length, pulling up to milk it fast.
He started to pulse, thick white streams shooting toward me.
A sacred fountain. I put my lips to the tip to taste him as he shuddered through it.
My tongue snaked out and licked right at the bundle of nerves at the back of the head.
I’d never tasted a man before. It was all Truce, all Daddy, interesting, natural earthy.
As I licked harder, my mouth closing over the swollen head like it was the best pacifier ever, his hands gripped my shoulders tighter. A burst of liquid filled my mouth. Some of it spilled out.
“Sorry about that.” He sounded out of breath. “How’d that happen, little one? I never nut twice in a row. And usually once takes a bit more friction. I didn’t mean for you to drink me on your first time.”
Well, I did. “I wanted it.”
I pulled off him feeling proud and pushed my PJ bottoms down to my thighs.
I pressed my body into his, our cocks meeting, our chests touching, and kissed him.
I wrangled my legs around his body until I was sitting in his lap, hugging him.
This was a man I thought was out of my league.
I’d wanted him the first moment I’d heard men chanting his name. Truce. My daddy.
He pressed his hands against my ass cheeks, kneading them, spreading them. I wiggled closer. “Your turn.”
“Daddy, can’t you feel it?” I leaned back, showing him my cock all pressed to his stomach. It was wet. “I came when I was playing.”
He reached between us to check, his finger exploring. “Yep. You’re wet.”
“Teach me,” I whispered.
“Looks like you’re teaching me some things.”
“No. I mean teach me. All the stuff. What you like. I want to play but I don’t know what I want yet. You never answered when I asked before. Are you going to teach me everything, not just the edging thing?”
“Everything?”
“Yes. And then I’ll know. I can’t tell you what I want until I know.”
He kissed my nose. “You know you want to come.”
“But aren’t there many ways?”
He looked at me, blinked once and said, “Maybe I’ll take you to the club with me. Do you think you would love that or hate it?”
I had no idea. But I wanted to find out. “I want to go.”
“We’ll see. Maybe in a couple weeks.”
We got together every night after that. Always at Daddy’s place. A week passed and he never once said anything about fully taking me. The word “anal” did not come up in conversation. I didn’t ask, either. Maybe that meant I wasn’t ready?
I didn’t know, but I focused more on our daddy/little relationship.
I let him do the things we both wanted, like baths and snuggles and him feeding me by hand, sometimes with his fingers going into my mouth.
He would sit at the table with me where I colored and drew.
He watched cartoons with me. We dozed in each other’s arms by the fire.
He even served me animal-shaped chicken nuggets which I had never had.
I learned they came in a box from the freezer.
I felt like I’d half moved in. But every day, I went home.
He had work and I had things to do, too.
For me it was always something to sign off on or pay.
Despite managers and lawyers, there were still meetings for the main corporation, plus I wanted to check in with Sorel.
He wasn’t my keeper, but he kept the household in perfect running order.
I’d known him all my life. It would have been rude of me to just take off without a word.
Then finally, one day, Daddy said, “Let’s make some plans to go to the club.”
I got so excited I jumped around the room waving my arms. “Daddy, yes!” Then a slight sense of panic enveloped me. “But—but what should I wear?”
“Whatever you like. There’s no real dress code.”