10. Wallace
Wallace
Wallace watched Volt’s eyes widen and his lips part as the words hit. Make me yours, Daddy.
His Daddy looked hungry. Ravenous.
“You’re already mine,” Daddy told him, voice at a growl, though his hands were gentle. “Now I want you to watch in the mirror as I unwrap my present.”
Wallace shuddered, his pulse sounding in his ears. He wanted that so much, to be Daddy’s present, even if he was still getting used to the idea that he could be fat and fem and still be attractive.
Volt licked down his neck, pushing the robe back with his chin as he went. “Delicious,” he murmured. “You’re so soft here.”
Wallace whimpered. His shoulder was so bare and exposed, much more naked with that dark stripe of lace across it than it would be without a shirt.
Volt reached around to cup his pec with one hand, lifting its weight like he could feel Wallace’s tits. “Such a juicy handful,” he growled. “You drive me wild.” He rolled Wallace’s nipple between his fingers, sending sparks through Wallace’s body.
He thumbed the tender bud again, then pinched, harder and harder, until Wallace was crying out and bucking back against the hard length that pressed against his ass.
That mingled pain and pleasure meant everything. The dark promise of ownership that Daddy held over his body.
He only relaxed, still panting, when Volt’s thick fingers went back to a gentle stroking.
“Look at yourself,” Volt commanded. “You’re gorgeous when you let go.”
Fuck. Wallace hadn’t even realized that he’d closed his eyes, but now he gazed at the mirror.
His cheeks were flushed. His mouth was open and needy, his eyes slit open in pleasure. He leaned back against Volt’s chest, completely lost in his Dom.
Yes, he was gorgeous.
He was fucking stunning.
Daddy pushed the other side of the robe down, until it was dangling around his waist, still caught on the fluffy belt and Wallace’s lower arms.
Wallace’s eyes fluttered closed, but then he had to peek through his lashes again to watch Volt looking at him in the mirror. Looking at him with such hunger and desire. Making him feel so needed.
Volt’s hands drifted to the knot in his belt, toying with it so that his fingers barely brushed Wallace’s needy erection through the plush robe. “What other presents do you have for Daddy?”
Wallace whimpered.
“Is this all for me?” Daddy asked against his ear as two of his fingers just barely slid between the layers of overlapping fabric.
It was so much naughtier than just taking the robe off. Like Daddy was doing something forbidden.
Wallace was about to combust with desire.
“It’s for you, Daddy.”
“Did you put on those pretty panties like I told you to?” The fingers slipped in another inch, finding his leg and stroking along it.
“Yes, Daddy,” he answered, breathless.
Daddy slowly untied the knot, easing back just long enough for the robe to drop down to the floor.
Immediately, he crowded up behind Wallace again, slotting his erection against the lace that barely covered the cleft of Wallace’s ass while sliding his hands around Wallace’s belly.
He toyed with the exposed strip of skin that he couldn’t seem to stop touching.
“Look at you,” Daddy whispered, sounding awed. “You’re beautiful, creampuff.”
Wallace just stared at the mirror because… he was. He was beautiful. His hard cock, which had seemed embarrassingly small in the past, looked dainty and cute under the midnight blue lace. He kind of loved how small it was now, a sweet little bulge.
The lacy V of his camisole framed his chest, giving him soft, feminine contours. His thick, hairy thighs and flabby belly were just… They were parts of him.
They were parts of him that Daddy loved touching. They were round and squishy and sexy, just like Daddy said. Because he was Daddy’s creampuff.
He would probably burst into tears again later, but he was all cried out now, and desperate with desire. “Please, Daddy,” he whined, not even sure what he was asking for, but certain that Volt would provide it.
Daddy carried him over to the bed, settling him down on the sheets like a precious treasure, then settling his weight deliciously on top of him.
There was something so damned sexy about being nearly naked while Daddy was still fully clothed, but Wallace wanted all of those clothes off now. He pulled at the back of Volt’s shirt, desperate to feel skin.
And oh, it was glorious once he reached it, warm and smooth, unmarred by hair and supple under his palms. He needed to touch every inch of it.
To catalogue it, writing individual odes to each muscle and joint.
He needed to worship it with his tongue, to investigate every sound that he could wring from his Daddy’s mouth, and then figure out how to make them all over again.
Experimentally, he tried brushing his fingertips across the expanse of Daddy’s thick shoulders, then dug in with his fingernails.
Daddy moaned and bucked against him, grinding their cocks together and kissing Wallace like a man possessed.
Daddy’s cock was huge. So masculine and thick, effortlessly dominating Wallace’s much smaller member, sliding against it with just that delicate, silky fabric and Daddy’s jeans between them.
Wallace needed that hot, hard length to be closer. Inside him. He needed every bit of his Daddy closer, looking wrecked and hungry for him.
So, of course, Wallace scratched Daddy’s back again with his pretty painted nails, thrilled with the response.
Daddy growled, his breath coming out in harsh pants before he bent to claim Wallace’s lips in a ferocious kiss.
Wallace couldn’t get enough. He explored Daddy’s muscles, alternating between feathered fingertips and biting nails while Daddy rutted against him.
Wallace could have gotten lost in the heady sensation, the power of making Daddy squirm and moan for him, the rapture of their bodies so close that they could almost meld into one.
The opportunity, at last, to touch his Daddy in return.
“Baby girl,” Daddy panted, staring down at him with pupils blown wide, “you’ll make me come if you keep doing that.” He forced Wallace’s hands up over his head.
Wallace shivered at the effortless manhandling, the way that Daddy so easily controlled his pleasure. He wanted to sink into it. To allow Daddy to drive him crazy with pleasure.
But he also wanted to touch in return. He grinned up at those beloved emerald eyes, adopting a flirty tone. “That’s the idea, Daddy. I want to make you feel good.” Volt had never once come when they were together, and Wallace wanted it desperately.
Daddy nuzzled his nose, brushing their lips together. “Ah, but not yet. First, I get to enjoy my present.”
Wallace wound his legs around Daddy’s waist, making them both gasp with the new angle. “Your present wants to touch you, Daddy,” he said, trying to pull off flirtation.
“Who’s in charge here?” Daddy joked.
“You are, Daddy,” Wallace told him, loving how those words felt every time they passed his lips.
Yet at the same time, worries started to lurk. The first few times could have been coincidence, but this was definitely a pattern.
“That’s right,” Daddy agreed, pressing his wrists down into the pillow. “Now, keep them there.”
Wallace whimpered. The submission was heady. He wanted to give his Daddy everything. To turn over all control and let Daddy make the decisions.
But this was weird, right?
Volt said he had a high libido. That he needed a lot of sex.
And he certainly seemed incapable of keeping his hands off Wallace.
In the basement, in the car, and as often as possible in this little room.
Even when they were apart, their nightly phone calls often ended up with Wallace’s hands on his dick, crying out Daddy’s name while Daddy watched from the video screen, commanding and cooing over him until he was sated and exhausted, before he dropped off to sleep.
Yet every time Wallace tried to touch Volt, it was like there was a barrier there.
Was it a Dom thing? Sometimes it seemed like it was. Volt could be so powerful, collected and fully clothed while he made Wallace fall apart. Yet they’d both talked about doing other things so many times, about Wallace serving his Daddy, so that didn’t quite make sense.
Or was it a sex worker thing? Had Volt already come so many times this week with other people that he didn’t want to do it with Wallace?
The thought made Wallace’s stomach churn.
He didn’t want to be jealous, and he didn’t want to interfere with Volt’s career either.
But it hurt, knowing that Volt was giving all of these strangers something that he wouldn’t give his boyfriend.
The third option was almost worse. That Wallace was terrible at this stuff, and Volt was just humoring him. Maybe Wallace was exactly as bad in bed as all his exes had told him. He knew that he wasn’t very skilled with his hands, so maybe it was better for them both if Volt did all the work.
“Baby?” Volt asked. “Everything okay?” He looked so concerned. So earnest.
Wallace wanted to ask about the touching thing… but maybe not right now. Not when Volt had made such a beautiful spa night for him. When he was ready to melt into Daddy’s arms, wearing the special present that Daddy had bought just for him.
He needed to prepare himself before he got into that conversation. To do a lot of research and make a plan. And he’d need to psych himself up in case he was disappointed by the answer.
He was feeling far too vulnerable for that right now.
“Sorry, Daddy,” he apologized. “I was just thinking about something.”
Daddy nuzzled his nose. “Well, if it’s putting a frown on your face, I don’t want you thinking about it right now. All you need to worry about is being a good girl for Daddy.”
Wallace had to smile at the words, his breath catching at the desire in Daddy’s emerald eyes. The not-touching thing was real… but so was the connection between them.