10. Wallace #2
Daddy did want him, even if it wasn’t in the way he expected it. He could feel it. They had a connection, and Wallace could see in Volt’s face how his pleasure became Daddy’s pleasure.
Maybe, for Daddy, the kink was just making him feel good. Or maybe that was part of his sexbot programming?
Fuck, it was too much for his brain to worry about right now.
He’d had a long day at the office, then that weird moment with Volt worrying about his attire at the theater.
Then the overwhelming joy of seeing himself, beautiful, in the mirror.
He overthought everything in his life, and right now, all he wanted was to lose himself in Daddy’s adoration.
If Daddy’s kink was touching him, making him so frantic with arousal that he couldn’t remember his own name, that’s what he would give him.
“How can I be a good girl for you, Daddy?” he purred. See, look at him being confident and sexy!
Daddy shook his head, as if in awe. “You’re doing it, creampuff. Just lie back and let Daddy make you scream.”
“Yes, Daddy,” he replied sweetly, loving the way it made him feel to submit and loving even more the ravenous response it earned from Daddy.
Volt kissed down his neck, open-mouthed and greedy. He nipped and licked over the lace at Wallace’s shoulders, then down to his chest, making it hot and wet where his mouth lingered, then cold and clingy as he left, a sensuous landscape of contrasts.
Wallace arched up, getting lost in the sensations. It wasn’t just the teasing that was driving him over the top, but the way Daddy was fondling his breasts, cupping and squeezing the flesh to bring out the roundness. Daddy could see his body the way he dreamed of, which meant he could feel it too.
When Daddy engulfed both breasts with his wide, manly hands, Wallace had to look down to watch. Wallace had enjoyed hiding under the covers like this, tentatively touching his chest and wishing, but it had nothing on having Daddy make it real.
“Look at these pretty little titties,” Daddy cooed, thumbing over his nipples and making them stand erect. “They need Daddy’s mouth, don’t they?”
Wallace didn’t even have to nod, because Daddy was already targeting one nipple with little nips of his teeth.
Wallace could hear himself moaning, but it was all lost in the swirl of damp heat, teasing him through the fabric. He gripped Volt’s shoulders, forgetting about the command as he gave into the sensation.
“We wouldn’t want this sweet little bud to get lonely, would we?” Daddy said, maybe to himself, as he mouthed his way over to the other side.
It left the first side cold, shivery, like a mark had been left there as a sharp contrast to the warmth on the other side.
Daddy squeezed and caressed him, but kept coming back to his nipples, keeping them hard and aching with little bites and licks until Wallace was squirming.
“Daddy! Please!” he cried out. He was about to burst, and they’d only made it to his chest.
“Mmmmm,” Daddy hummed. “What does my pretty princess need?”
“Want to feel you,” he panted. He wanted to be closer, without all these stupid clothes in the way.
“Oh, sweet girl. Are you inviting me to take off your clothes?”
Wallace froze for a second—he’d been all too nervous in the past about showing off his fat, hairy body—but then he reviewed his own words.
He’d meant that he wanted Daddy to take off his own clothes, but if that wasn’t going to happen for whatever inexplicable Daddy reason, he wanted his off instead.
And he was only a tiny bit nervous about it.
He knew Volt wouldn’t mock or reject him. If anything, Volt would devour him with his eyes. He was starting to feel the honesty of that attraction deep in his bones.
“Yes, please, Daddy.”
Daddy’s hands ran under the satiny top, manhandled Wallace into sitting up to strip it off, then laying him back down. He returned Wallace’s hands to the pillow over his head with a kiss to his wrists.
“Such a good girl for me,” Daddy praised. “So beautiful and brave.”
Volt cupped his pecs in each hand, then blew over them, the warmth making Wallace’s nipples prickle when they were exposed again to the cool air.
“Such a pretty color for Daddy, too. Like little roses.” Then his mouth was on Wallace’s… titties… soft and thirsty, alternating with the flickering pulse of his thumbs.
All Wallace could do was pant and let the whimpering sounds pour from his throat. Because Daddy made him feel beautiful.
Even if it was just in Volt’s eyes, did it matter? As long as Daddy was happy with him?
“So sensitive here,” Volt praised. “God, your…” His voice trailed off as he pinched one nipple and Wallace threw his head back with a shout.
Daddy only pinched tighter.
It was like lightning had struck. It hurt, but the torment was somehow connected to the need burning through his body.
“Exquisite,” Daddy whispered, adding a little twist to the pinch. “I wonder how much you can take for me.”
Volt was almost sobbing now. Because it was just so good.
The pain.
The euphoria.
The idea that he wouldn’t be doing this for himself, but to please his Daddy.
God, that last one was everything.
“Please, Daddy!” he cried out. He didn’t even know what he wanted, except that he wanted everything to be in Daddy’s hands. “Whatever you want.”
“Fuck, baby.” Volt sounded wrecked, too.
How did Wallace possibly have this power?
Volt’s mouth descended, soothing the soreness as his fingers eased.
He kissed down Wallace’s chest, then ventured lower, ghosting his breath over Wallace’s trapped cock.
Wallace arched into the touch, trying to get more friction, but Daddy kept teasing him. He kissed around the tip, then dragged his teeth over the sensitive surface.
Daddy pressed a kiss to his belly. “Is this pretty present all for me?” His hands were already slipping around to cup Wallace’s ass.
Wallace nodded. He was so far past saying no. He could barely even think.
“Can I taste?”
“Yes, Daddy,” he said, trembling with need. “You can taste me.” He felt small and sweet saying it. Like he secretly imagined himself sometimes, but it wasn’t a secret anymore.
Daddy licked a stripe up his covered dick, then suckled around the top.
His eyes wanted to roll back into his head. It was all too much. The strong hands on his ass. The way Daddy pulled down his panties just enough to expose the crown, and then licked at his slit, fluttering around it with his tongue.
Not even treating it like a cock, really but like… like a clit. Like a tiny little bud that Daddy was suckling and kissing, swirling around in tight circles.
Wallace whimpered at every sensation, but it was more than that. It was the way that Daddy saw him. Made him feel beautiful. Made his own deep sounds of pleasure, like he couldn’t get enough.
Wallace was sure he was going to come right there. With hardly a touch.
“Daddy!” he cried out in shock and warning. One more warm breath and he would be done.
“Hush, baby. No coming. Daddy needs to taste you right now.”
How could Volt just say things like that, in his deep, growly voice, and expect Wallace to hold back? Especially when Daddy rubbed his cheek against Wallace’s hidden length before suckling the tip in the fiery warmth of his mouth.
Wallace dug his fingernails into Volt’s shoulders, every muscle in his body tight and coiled as he held back his orgasm.
“Such sinfully sweet panties, baby girl. Tell me what’s inside. Is this your hard, sexy cock, baby?”
Volt paused, like he was waiting for a response, but Wallace didn’t know what to say. Of course it was, though it was almost jarring to think of it that way right now.
“Or is this your cute baby boy cocklet? All wet and cute for Daddy to take care of?”
Ohhhh… Now he understood.
“Or maybe my sweet baby girl’s soft pussy? Is this your needy little clit?”
The words rushed through him, lighting him up like little bursts of fireworks and making him feel all squirmy and nervous and, fuck, needy. He needed his Daddy to keep him safe and make this okay, and then make sure it never ended.
Volt gave him a reprieve, kissing up his belly. “Well, what is it, creampuff? Tell Daddy about his present.” He cupped the lacy bulge in one hand, emphasizing his meaning.
“Ummm…” There were too many choices. And the ones he really wanted were too hard to say.
His stomach clenched and his head felt light. He was growing more confident, but to ask for this…
He needed Daddy to say it first. To pry it out of him.
But Daddy must have known that.
Volt stroked upward once, tightening his grip. “Is this Daddy’s hard cock?” he asked again.
Wallace gave a little shake of his head. Definitely not. Daddy’s cock was something else entirely, big and thick and manly, teasing him from behind those pleated black pants.
“Is it Daddy’s sweet little cocklet to play with?”
Wallace gave the tiniest nod. He’d never heard that word before, but he’d loved it instantly. It felt small and dainty without sounding, you know, actually too small. Just cute and snuggly. Daddy’s toy.
“Mmmm… it definitely is,” Daddy agreed, stroking a few more times. “Daddy’s going to play with his little cocklet all the time now.”
Wallace nodded in agreement, even though he probably didn’t need to. Daddy had already declared it so.
“What else, darling?” Volt circled the tip, teasingly, then stroked down further, to the hidden space just behind his balls. “When you’re my baby girl, is this my pretty pussy to touch?”
Wallace probably hadn’t breathed through the entire question, and he trembled at the possibility. He’d dreamed, he’d fantasized. When he touched himself, sometimes it just felt right to think about himself that way.
And while he knew that Daddy supported him—hell, they’d just had a whole damned spa night—what if this was one step too far?
He squeezed his eyes shut, even while he nodded.
“Of course, this is Daddy’s sweet pussy,” Volt confirmed.
And Daddy must have seen how hard that was for him, because he swooped up to kiss him, holding him close. “Oh, my luscious baby girl. Do you know how happy you just made Daddy? Telling me that?”