3. Wallace #4
Wallace moaned. Daddy was looking at his most intimate places. Touching him. Arousing his hidden, furled flesh. Making him keen for more.
Then a sharp slap landed against his hole.
He jerked back, more surprised than anything, as the pain intertwined with ecstasy that was lifting him even higher.
“You like that, baby girl?”
It took him a moment to process the question. It wasn’t what he’d been expecting, but it was good. Really good.
He nodded frantically. “Yes, Daddy.” He loved it. Needed it.
“Good girl.” Daddy slapped him three more times in quick succession, all landing on the vulnerable skin of his hole, sending sparks straight through to his cock. “Daddy can’t get enough of you.” Then Volt’s fingers traced over his ass, caressing his tender hole and soothing the sting.
Wallace was moaning with abandon. He could feel the pain, but oh, there were no words for the ecstasy that it brought.
“Are you gonna come for me, baby?” Daddy rubbed his thumb over that puckered, sensitive skin again, barely pressing it inside to caress his needy rim.
Wallace nodded. He didn’t understand how it would work, coming without touching his cock, but he knew that he could if Daddy said so.
Another slap fell, right on his tender hole, and another. Bright pain flashed through him, straight to his dick.
Strikes fell on the meat of his ass. The top of his thigh. Then back to his hole, until he was quivering and pressing back into the next hit.
He was floating in the pain, rocking back rhythmically to seek out the next jolt of pleasure.
“Such a good girl,” Daddy crooned, sounding breathless and ready.
Daddy sped up his slaps, seeming to touch everywhere… and then he wrapped one heated hand around Wallace’s cock and gave it a slippery, sensual tug.
“Come for me,” Daddy commanded.
Wallace obeyed, pleasure shooting through him, lifting him higher and higher until he crashed against the shore.
Daddy jerked him through the aftershocks, even as his heavy weight landed against Wallace’s back, curling around him. Exactly what he needed to feel pinned and adored.
Daddy kissed along the back of his sweaty neck, nestling Wallace’s spent cock in his hand as he nibbled his way up to Wallace’s ear.
Wallace moaned, floating like a cloud in a sky of bliss.
“I think my creampuff might enjoy a little more pain than we expected,” Daddy whispered.
“Y-yeah,” Wallace agreed.
Daddy moved just enough to roll them over, arranging them to be face to face, legs intertwined. “Such beautiful tears,” he murmured. He kissed the dampness across Wallace’s cheeks.
Wallace hadn’t even known that he’d been crying.
“Did I hurt you, precious girl?”
Wallace shook his head. He wasn’t hurt. He was smiling. “No, Daddy. Or just good hurt. I didn’t know it could be like that.” If anything, he was awed. Amazed.
Totally in love, or at least so infatuated that it filled up every cell in his body and flowed over the top.
Daddy hummed. “Ah, creampuff. I want to give that to you every day. You deserve all that and more.”
“Only with you, Daddy,” Wallace swore. He knew that Volt still had his job, but he was ready to commit himself fully.
He was Volt’s entirely. Their first date still hadn’t ended, and he was already thinking about the rest of their lives together.
“I like how I can still feel it,” he whispered.
There was heat and a pleasant sting that wouldn’t let him forget an instant of what Daddy had done.
Volt squeezed him tighter yet. “I love you wearing my marks. I want you to be able to feel it all day tomorrow. Maybe we’ll try some implements so that it’ll last for days. You need to remember that Daddy is taking care of you.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Wallace nodded happily. He wasn’t entirely sure about the implements, but if Daddy thought he would like it, he was in.
This was everything that he wanted. The rules.
The reminders. The way that he could leap into Daddy’s arms, metaphorically and literally, and know that Daddy would catch him.
Because he had that now. His boyfriend, his Daddy, his Volt, who was going to hold him all night while he slept.
He yawned, feeling gloriously tired and wrung out. Now that he’d come—a word which seemed wholly inadequate, like comparing a sunset to a supernova—the very long day was catching up with him. “Daddy, hold me,” he demanded.
Volt laughed, delighted. “Creampuff, I am holding you. You’re a very cuddly armful.”
Wallace buried his head into Volt’s chest. Like maybe, if he nuzzled a little bit harder, he could curl up inside and never have to be parted. “More cuddling,” he insisted. He was drowsy and snuggly and needed Daddy even closer.
“Ah,” Daddy surmised. Then Wallace was shuffled around as a blanket was drawn up over his shoulders and Daddy wrapped his arms around him tightly, settling Wallace’s head on his shoulder.
That was perfect. Warm and soft, a little nest for just the two of them.
“Mmmm…” Wallace hummed, getting more comfortable.
He was curled up onto his side, plastering himself over most of Daddy’s body.
His leg pressed against Daddy’s delicious, and very hard, cock.
“Daddy?” he asked, running his hand down Volt’s smooth chest.
He was too tired to offer a blowjob, not that he had any clue how to go about it anyway. But he would happily stroke that magnificent cock until Daddy came. Or let Daddy rub off against him. He couldn’t think of a better way to fall asleep than covered in Daddy’s cum. Bringing his Daddy pleasure.
“Sleep, baby boy,” Daddy told him, drawing Wallace’s hand back up and placing it over his chest, where his heart would be. There was no thump, thump, but the whir of Daddy’s fans and motors was equally hypnotic. He loved the symbolism. Being close to Daddy’s heart.
Still… “Please, Daddy?” he asked, his voice a little slurred with exhaustion. “I want to touch you.”
Daddy kissed his forehead. “My baby needs his beauty sleep. And you brought me so much joy. You don’t need to do anything more for this to be a perfect night. Just let me hold you while you fall asleep.”
That sounded lovely. Wallace knew that he would have been dying of blue balls if their positions were reversed, but maybe it was different for Volt. He was a sexbot. Or maybe it was a Daddy Dom thing.
Volt certainly seemed eager enough to initiate sex, and he was the one who was in charge. Which was how they both liked it.
And now Daddy was just taking care of him, making sure that he got enough sleep. Wallace was rapidly drifting off.
He nuzzled into Daddy’s shoulder. He wanted to say I love you, but he knew that would be crazy.
Instead, he just whispered, “Daddy,” and kissed his pec. His cheek rested against one voluptuous nipple, begging him to suck.
But he was truly exhausted now. His eyes were slipping closed, despite his best intentions.
He fell asleep and had beautiful dreams.