19. Volt
Volt
Volt groaned, pulling Wallace into a kiss that could have shattered mountains and upended the seas.
Wallace loved him, and he was about to live out a fantasy.
His fantasy.
“Daddy,” Wallace whispered when Volt finally let him up for air. “Did I tell you what I was wearing under my clothes?”
Volt moaned again, not even needing to see it to imagine what was there.
Volt had bought his creampuff a lot of sexy, pretty clothes, but they all stayed in the closet at Prism. This was the first time Wallace had shown up with his own attire.
If Volt’s saliva wasn’t controlled by a routinized algorithm, he would have been drooling. As it was, his fingers itched to touch. His eyes wanted to explore.
He went right for Wallace’s zipper, then moaned when he found the silky white panties underneath.
Fuck.
Fuck!
There was just something about those soft, feminine undergarments beneath Wallace’s masculine attire, like a precious treasure waiting to be unwrapped. A secret just for him.
Another burst of love shot through him, warm and golden. Not for the lingerie itself, but for Wallace’s bravery and trust. His creampuff was so perfect, growing into himself so beautifully.
Though those soft, delicate teasing panties were driving him absolutely wild right now.
He gently stroked Wallace’s pretty little cocklet over the silky fabric.
These panties were for him. Nobody else.
“Fuck, baby. So goddamn pretty. Daddy loves you so much,” he said, unable to hold back from saying the words one more time. Then he was devouring Wallace’s neck, releasing his adorable suspenders with a careful snap and unbuttoning his shirt with frantic fingers.
Was that…
Oh, god. There was a matching bralette cupping Wallace’s soft, sweet tits.
And Wallace had been innocently walking around with all of this under his clothing. Just for Volt to see right now.
Wallace arched up into Volt’s hand, and Volt kissed down his shoulder, biting in hard little nips through the fabric and soothing them with his tongue.
Marking what was his. He wanted Wallace wearing his bruises for days.
“Daddy! Oh, Daddy!” Wallace cried, his wanton shouts filling the air while he squirmed in Volt’s arms.
“So good for me, baby girl. Gonna make you come so many times. You’ll be begging me for mercy before I’m done with you.”
Wallace whimpered again. “Yes, Daddy. Use me. Make me come.”
Volt let out his own moan at Wallace’s words. His cock was as hard as steel, every molecule of his being attuned to the places where they touched. It wasn’t just Wallace’s warm, fragrant skin and pleading brown eyes, but the way that they fit together, like a lock and key.
Made for each other.
Volt tightened his grasp on that pretty little cocklet, knowing he was being too rough, almost on the side of cruel, but Wallace kept bucking up into his hand. He wanted Wallace to feel it. To know exactly who he belonged to.
He jerked harder. Faster. “Come now, creampuff,” he demanded roughly. “Come right now for Daddy.”
Wallace came with a shout, hot cum soaking through those pretty panties as his eyes fluttered closed. So good. So obedient.
Volt felt an answering burst of pleasure run through him, thrumming through his circuits as he stroked Wallace through his orgasm.
“Daddy,” Wallace moaned. “Oh, Daddy.” He went limp in Volt’s arms, those deep brown eyes staring up adoringly. “Love you so much.”
The words hit Volt again, making his pistons pulse with something warm and bright. Somehow, this was better than his own orgasm, knowing that he was the one who’d made his baby look so fucked out and happy. His heart was just overflowing with adoration for this sweet, perfect boy.
But he wasn’t done.
He traced two gentle fingers around the wet tip of Wallace’s little cocklet.
“Ohhhhh…” Wallace let out a shuddery breath, twitching in Volt’s arms. “Too much, Daddy.”
Volt easily caught Wallace’s wrists in his other hand, pulling them against his chest.
“No, baby. You’re going to take this for Daddy. Let Daddy play with your sexy clit.”
Wallace whimpered, but he didn’t protest, his pupils blown wide. This was a fantasy that Wallace had shyly admitted to one late night over the phone.
And now Volt was going to make it come true.
“Say you’re Daddy’s toy,” he commanded. “Daddy’s perfect, beautiful toy.”
Wallace writhed as Volt shoved the pretty panties down and squirted a bit of lube from his finger reservoir onto that silky little nub, then switched to circling it with his thumb.
Fuck, Wallace’s skin was even smoother than his panties, his little cocklet growing soft even as the purple head quivered in Volt’s hand.
“I’m your… your pretty toy, Daddy,” Wallace wailed. “W-w-whatever makes you… ohhhhh. Oh, Daddy! No!” Hurt little sounds spilled from his lips.
“Good girl,” Volt cooed. “Daddy loves your little clit. So cute and pretty for Daddy.”
“Too much! Oh… please, Daddy!” Wallace was shaking his head as Volt relentlessly teased that pretty purple tip, sliding against the slit and then aiming for the sensitive V just below.
“What’s your color, baby?”
Wallace blinked, eyelashes sparkling with tears.
He’d never looked so pretty. His cheeks were flushed, and his cute little goatee trembled under his wet, pink mouth.
“G-g-green? Green, Daddy. Oh, please, Daddy. I can’t!
Too much! Help me!” He was shaking his head so hard now that he knocked his glasses askew and then to the floor.
Yet he never tried to break from Volt’s hold or twist away.
Could Volt have ever asked for a more perfect sub?
He let go of Wallace’s wrists. “Pull up my shirt, baby. Suck Daddy’s nipple.”
Wallace followed his commands with a rough tug, falling on Volt’s chest like he was starving.
At the touch of that hot, silky tongue, Volt felt his own head tip back, his eyes rolling closed for a minute. How did something so simple feel so damned good?
He never let his thumb stop circling Wallace’s clit, loving the silky glide and the contrast of the overstimulated arousal to the soft, floppy length of his spent cocklet that nestled in his curled fingers.
“I love you,” he swore. “You’re so perfect for Daddy. Just a little more, now. Let Daddy make you come again.”
Wallace’s cocklet was starting to fill again, short and slender, just the perfect size to fill the loose grip of his hand.
“Can’t, Daddy!” Wallace broke the seal of his lips to gasp.
“Of course you can, baby. Because Daddy wants you to. Daddy wants to see you fall apart. Break for me.”
“Oh-ohh!” Wallace’s face transformed, like he’d reached his climax without ever coming, and then his body went absolutely limp.
He was still twitching and moaning, making those little hurt, gasping sounds. But the fingers that had been clinging to Volt’s arms went lax, and his open mouth lay fixed in an O of pleasure.
Volt had never been so aroused. Never felt so connected to another soul. Never so fiercely protective and hopelessly in love.
“That’s right, baby girl,” he whispered. “Take what Daddy’s giving you. Just a little more for Daddy.”
Wallace’s eyes fluttered, and a wordless sound emerged from his lips that Volt just knew was supposed to mean yes, Daddy.
“Good girl,” he cooed. “Come for Daddy, now, creampuff. Give Daddy everything.”
Wallace gave a feeble cry, eyes staring up at Volt like he was some sort of god, as a weak spurt of cum shot out, barely soaking Volt’s thumb. Wallace’s whole body was shaking with ecstasy, and then his eyes shuttered closed.
Volt gave him a break. But just for long enough to gently manhandle Wallace out of his shoes and slacks before drawing him close again to straddle his lap.
Wallace was like a doll in his arms, moving bonelessly wherever Volt put him, still lost in a haze of pleasure.
He collapsed against Volt’s chest, nuzzling against his neck and absolutely spent.
“One more, baby,” Volt crooned. “You’re going to come one more time. Just for Daddy.”
Wallace made a little whimper of protest, which only drove Volt’s need higher. This was what he lived for.
Lubing up his fingers, he circled Wallace’s hole, tapping and teasing.
Wallace squirmed, noises tumbling from his mouth in short, needy pants.
Volt slowly inserted one finger, moaning himself as he pressed past the ring of muscle, and the tight heat sucked him in.
He fucked in and out a few times, then landed on Wallace’s prostate, eliciting a long “Ohhhhhh…” of pleasure.
God, that felt good. Not just the warm clench of Wallace’s inner walls, but the way his creampuff bucked and panted, clinging to Volt’s shoulders with weak fingers, all of his weight resting on Volt’s chest.
“So good, baby boy,” Volt crooned. “Bear down now. Let Daddy in.” He added a second finger, knowing that although they’d done this before, Wallace was still new enough to it to feel the burn.
Wallace made a sweet, hurt little sound as he opened his muscles, letting Volt slip inside. Two fingers was plenty for today. More than enough to make his baby girl howl.
Volt massaged Wallace’s prostate, plucking at the spongy bump again and again, until Wallace was rocking against him and crying out.
“D-Daddy…” Wallace protested. “Too much. Need a minute.”
Volt lifted his chin with his free hand, taking in the ruin of his submissive. The tears streaming down his flushed cheeks. The way he was lost in so much pleasure, so overwhelmed, that he couldn’t close his mouth or stop the endless, glorious sounds that came out.
“No, baby,” Volt corrected him softly. “It’s not too much because Daddy wants you to take it.”
He saw the moment when the words hit. When everything transformed in Wallace’s strained face, and all that shone through was adoration.
“Yes, Daddy! Ohhhh…” Wallace whimpered and shook. “For you, Daddy. Make me take it.”
Volt looked down into Wallace’s deep brown eyes, knowing that this precious sub, this moment right here, was everything that he wanted.
He ran his hand down Wallace’s chest, pausing to fondle a nipple under that adorable bralette, before seeking out Wallace’s still-limp and oversensitive cocklet.
Wallace sobbed openly, his body jerking spasmodically, but he still didn’t make a move to pull away. His eyes were glassy now, his mouth pouring out one long sound interrupted by little hitches.
Volt squirted out more lube, stroking up and down his baby’s little cocklet. His hand was so wide that he could grasp the whole thing at once, twisting around the head.
Wallace bent forward, nuzzling, until he latched onto Volt’s nipple again, sending waves of reciprocal pleasure through Volt’s body as he fucked his fingers faster and harder into Wallace’s tight hole.
Volt heard himself moaning, but Wallace’s sweet suckling was nothing to the pleasure that he felt watching his creampuff drift away somewhere dark and beautiful as he continued his sensual torture.
Wallace was love and submission and need as he pressed his spent cocklet into Volt’s hand, silently begging for more of what had to be painfully too much. It was going to take much longer to make him come this time.
But he was accepting it all. For his Daddy. Floating away in it. Begging for more, even as he screamed into Volt’s chest when Volt tightened his hand around his shaft.
Volt was flying, everything coming together in this perfect moment.
He was gripping Wallace’s cocklet, invading his delicious hole, but really it was his soul he held between his hands.
And with every rough stroke, he wanted to cherish it. Nourish it. Blend their hearts together until nothing could tear them apart.
“So good for me, pretty girl,” he crooned. “Love you so much.”
Wallace stopped suckling to look up at him, eyes hazy with tears and joy, flinching at every new touch even though his cocklet had somehow gotten hard again. “Love you, Daddy.”
“Come for me,” Volt whispered when it was time.
The last shot of cum was hardly a dribble, and Wallace threw his head back and screamed.
God, he was fucking beautiful. A masterpiece. A work of art.
Maybe someday soon, he would wear Volt’s collar.
When the time was right.
Volt slowly withdrew his hand from Wallace’s overworked clit, only to put it back when Wallace whined a protest. He didn’t even attempt to withdraw his other hand, but when he shifted a little, Wallace gave a pitiful “no, Daddy,” at even the suggestion of being empty.
So he left his hands where they were, fingers nestled intimately inside his beloved, holding that sweet little cocklet safe, and pressed a kiss to Wallace’s brow.
Volt’s dick was as hard as a rock, but he didn’t tell it to go down. He felt complete, somehow, as Wallace collapsed against his chest, soft breaths feathering over his neck.
With a thought, he instructed the car to return to Prism, love overflowing in his heart.
He was going to hold the love of his life all night long.