Chapter 15
Kairo
My mind whirled, a dozen thoughts flying through it all at once. What did Truce do here? He had mentioned he played Dom, and earlier, when we’d first talked, he said he’d done everything. That meant he’d played sub scenes, too.
I couldn’t help but picture him on his knees, naked, being tied up and paddled or whipped, then taking stranger’s cocks in his hands and mouth. Daddy would be the furthest role from his mind.
What I wanted most, though, was to picture him as my daddy in charge.
He kept a protective arm around me, but what he couldn’t know right now was how aroused I was. My loose pants kept it from showing. As well as what I wore underneath as a surprise.
A part of me wanted to hurry and find a room.
I wanted to feel a paddle for the first time.
I wanted him to tie me up so even if I squirmed I had no control.
It turned me on to think of him being in control.
It made it so my brain felt safe to be wild and free if that made any sense.
The little inside me craved to play while the adult longed for all the adult feelings without barriers with Daddy taking care of me through it all.
When I saw all the naked men for the first time for reals and not on a porny channel online I didn’t know what to feel.
Daddy leaned down. “Okay?”
“Yes. But let’s go.”
“Home?”
“No, to our own room.”
“It’s pretty busy. We might have to wait.” But as he spoke we moved further down the hall and passed a couple of closed-door rooms and then, way at the end, two empty ones.
I looked up, my hand slippery in his. “Daddy?”
“I’ve got you.” We headed toward one of them. “Door closed or open?”
I had originally thought door closed. Now I thought about Daddy being so popular and beautiful. If anyone came by to watch, surely they’d be staring at him, not me. Plus, I had no intention of being naked.
“I don’t know.”
“Then open for now?”
“Okay.”
My cock throbbed as we walked into the room.
It was so clean that every surface gleamed.
It smelled like a combination of incense and lemony cleanser.
Daddy turned on the lights, which were in sconces around the room, the bulbs golden and low wattage.
Shadows leaped onto the walls as if they’d been waiting for us.
And the walls… wow. Lined with an array of implements from wood and leather paddles of all sizes to cat o’ nine tails (I’d found that name when I looked up BDSM) to scary whips and even canes which I already knew I would stay far away from.
There were also chains and other things like clamps which I wasn’t sure about.
Except for the ropes. The softer ones might feel okay around my wrists and ankles.
I surveyed the St. Andrews Cross. Arms out, legs spread… yeah, maybe. But only for Daddy.
I walked straight to the cross, looking up at it.
Daddy said, “It’s adjustable. See? Arms there, legs there.” He showed me everything about it.
I pointed to the soft rope. “I want that. I want to be tied here.”
Daddy hesitated.
Blood pounded in my ears and my crotch. “I already made up my mind. I’m sure, Daddy.”
Daddy petted my hair, then left me to get the rope. I took that time to set down Area 51, which was what I’d named my alien, on the floor. Area 51 was a top-secret base in Nevada where our government hid UFOs and aliens. It was the perfect name.
After my favorite toy was settled, I slid out of my jacket and began to fold it.
Daddy turned back, eyebrows high. He came quickly to me. “Clothes off?”
I nodded, hearing his breath catch.
“Stand still, then. I’ll undress you.” He took the jacket from my hands and folded it, setting it on a staging table.
He stood tall in front of me and began to undo my shirt buttons.
Shivers ran up and down my arms and back.
When he pulled the shirt back and off my shoulders, he blinked hard. Then he said, “You’re wearing a bra.”
I looked down. “It’s a crop top, Daddy. But tight.” It was bright pink, curving over my shoulders and flattening around my pecs. “Is it wrong?”
“No. It’s pretty. I like it.”
I gulped. There was more. I watched him fold my shirt and then he began undoing my pants.
Everything I wore was expensive. He had to notice.
But he’d still never pressured me into telling him where I lived or what I did for money.
I was going to have to tell my secret soon. But tonight I focused only on this.
“Kick off your shoes and socks, baby,” Daddy said, voice low.
I did as he requested. He pushed my pants down and they fell to my ankles. All I could feel was pleasure as Daddy gasped.
I knew exactly what he saw. I’d examined myself in this outfit in my big bathroom mirrors that spanned two walls so I could see equally front and back.
The bikini briefs, also bright pink, were not only short but curved up a couple inches at the bottoms of my ass cheeks.
That meant the underpart of my cheeks hung out.
Because I used the exercycle a lot, they were firm and full there, revealing a slim crease between cheek and thigh.
In front, the bottoms made a V. The material clung to my hips but spread in that V shape and just barely covered the base of my shaft.
My hard cock pressed that fabric and when I looked down, the fabric had stretched away from my skin to show to anyone looking straight down a great naked view.
I heard low voices and whispers but lifted my eyes to Daddy’s and kept them there.
“Daddy?” I heard myself ask. “How do I look?”
“Like—" He swallowed. “Like bliss itself.”
“I don’t want to take off any more clothes.”
Daddy suddenly whipped off his vest to show a harness of leather and O rings against dark tan skin. The harness strapped beneath his pecs and crossed between them. There weren’t enough words for how fantastic he looked.
Daddy ran his hand over my hip and cupped the bared cheeks of my ass. “You don’t have to.” He sounded like he’d been running.
“I know.”
“You’re utterly adorable. You don’t know how much I have to hold myself back from grabbing you right here right now.”
I suppressed a smile and said, “Do I face the cross?”
“Any way you wish.”
“No, Daddy. You decide from here on. Tell me what you like. But start slow. I know you’ll keep me safe.”
We’d briefly discussed safe words. He said it was easiest to remember red for bad and green for good and yellow for maybe. That made sense.
Daddy’s voice changed. It got lower and firmer. “I’m going to call you Baby for the duration. No other name. And I am Daddy. No other name. Are you green?”
“Green.”
“Now, face the cross.”
When I turned, I saw several men standing at the door as if unsure to come in. I knew they were watching Truce. At least, that’s what I told myself.
I tried to keep my hands from shaking as Daddy put the ropes around my wrists. He pulled them firm but not tight. Maybe, secretly, I wanted tight, which surprised me. But Daddy was in charge so maybe that would come later.
“Spread your legs.”
I moved to obey so my body was in an X shape.
“Spread further.”
Now I felt the strain. My reaction again surprised me. Every muscle that went taut and nerve that tweaked was like Daddy touching me deeper. With my ankles quickly bound, I found I could move to react but not enough to force me out of position.
Daddy’s hand ran down my spine to my ass again. “Beautiful.”
I reminded myself to breathe.
“Green?”
“Green.”
There was shuffling behind me. Breathing of more than one person. My eyes closed and I focused only on one spiced-leather scent, one set of boots on tile, one touch.
“Open your eyes.”
Something appeared before me that was shaped like a small wooden canoe paddle. “This will be the first of three implements I have chosen. I’ll show them all to you before I use them and ask you to acknowledge them as red or green.”
“Green.” The word slid soft in my throat.
“Good baby.”
The paddle moved away from my face and touched my shoulder. It ran up and down my back and Daddy drew it across the bottoms of my exposed buttocks.
The first light smack was there. He didn’t wait to introduce me to it. Or start at my upper back or even my thighs. It was there, right there.
It didn’t hurt at all. I waited. Another came, a little harder this time. That one I felt, and I let the sting roll through me as if Daddy’s fingers and tongue and cock were the ones inside me making me feel so deeply.
Three more smacks, each one harder, intensified the Daddy sensation. He murmured something. I didn’t hear.
“Baby, I asked you a question.”
I quickly put it together. “Very very green.” Damn, he was interrupting my scene and he was running it!
As he used the paddle on my bare thighs, ass and back, I imagined red circles appearing on my skin. Did he like that? Was I still pretty?
As if reading my mind, Daddy said, “So beautiful.”
I heard what sounded like multiple sighs behind us but refused to focus on that.
Daddy’s bootsteps moved away but he was quickly beside me again. Something flicked in front of my face again. That something that looked like a leather tassel only bigger. A cat ‘o nine tails. Except it looked like more than nine tails on that cat.
Like a hot wind, his voice shivered my ear. “No metal tips on these tails. It won’t make welts. Green?”
“Green.”
It would tickle, I thought, my cock twitching in a slight spasm. It would slap different places on my skin all at once. It would also caress me nicely.
Still, I went stiff at facing this new unknown.
The tails traced over my shoulders, brushed down my spine, then tickled my ass. The room went hot, then cold, then hot again.
I moaned at the first slap on my shoulder. Daddy tickled it right after and the sensations mixed to confuse me. He slapped my other shoulder harder.
“Little red dots all over your pretty skin, Baby. Daddy loves it.”
I cried out. The praise was better than anything. I tilted my head back to let him know it.
When he smacked my ass I pushed it out as best I could, the stretch on my legs painful. I didn’t care. I wanted this. I liked that I was captive. That I had to work my body hard to move at all because I didn’t have control.
He whipped my thighs and ass until the warmth sank bone deep.
I sucked in air realizing I hadn’t breathed for quite some time.
Daddy came up behind me and pressed his body along mine. His hand reached around and gently traced the V of my briefs to the base of my aching cock. He feather-touched it but didn’t cup.
I tossed my head. I bowed between the cross’s board. Lips brushed my nape. A tongue. I thought I would come. But somehow, I held on. Daddy, the king of edging, seemed to know just when to stop.
He moved way. Something flashed in front of my face.
“This is a crop. It is hard leather and different from the wooden paddle. It will make square red marks on your skin. Green?”
“Green.”
It hurt worst. The paddle was heavy and seemed like it would hurt but it didn’t too much. This was lighter but it stung and burned like being branded. I could hear it like a pat-pat-pat as Daddy went faster. Precum tickled from my cockhead. Now it would look like I wet myself.
I squashed down my cries. I saw flashing lights at the edges of my vision. Like being on the highest rollercoaster in the world, it was glorious.
My cock wanted to burst. My eyeballs bulged.
Next, I felt softness and coolness on my back and thighs. Tears spilled from my eyes. Suddenly, my arms fell to my sides. I had no memory of Daddy untying them. When my legs could straighten out, I slumped.
Daddy caught me just as I opened my eyes and saw the room filled with onlookers.
“Daddy?”
“It’s all right, Baby. You were so good. So very very good.” His lips crushed mine.
A few claps followed by hoots echoed in the room. I rubbed my tears against his skin, catching my nose on his harness.
I began to sob.
Daddy swung me up in a cradle carry and swept me away. The next thing I knew I was sitting on Daddy’s lap in a chair. My thighs and ass burned. He was gently pressing a cool, damp cloth to my back. I saw four walls and a door. The room was the size of a small closet.
A door opened and someone said, “Here are your things.” A bag was dropped on the floor by Daddy’s feet and the door closed.
“Where are we?” My voice shook.
“One of the dressing rooms. Baby, you should have told me it was too much.” He used his free hand to wipe the tears from my face.
“Oh no, Daddy. It wasn’t. I’m not crying.”
He smiled and bopped my nose. “Baby, you are.”
“They’re tears of um, well, I don’t know how to describe it. Like the best orgasm I almost but never quite had? Like coming the whole time but… not?”
Daddy’s mouth dropped open. I wrapped my arms around him, rubbing against the harness and bare chest.
“I want you so bad now, Daddy. Please, take us home. I want you. I want you.”