23. Wallace
Wallace
Wallace sucked in his breath, pinching his lips together and trying to control his breathing.
He was supposed to be quiet. Supposed to be watching his movie like a good girl.
But it was so difficult.
Daddy kept touching his body, his hands so broad and strong, grabbing him like he couldn’t get enough.
And he was just supposed to endure it somehow. To be Daddy’s plaything.
Daddy pinched his nipple, pulling it until it sent white heat flashing through his body, and he couldn’t hold back his screams any longer.
“Shhhhh…” Daddy chided, soothing the abused nub with gentle fingers that only made him want more. “Hold still.”
And then there was Daddy’s mouth. Biting him. Marking him.
Using him for his own pleasure.
Wallace let out a whimper.
Daddy wanted to play with him, and he was there to be played with. To curtail his whimpers and moans for Daddy’s enjoyment. To hold still and be silent, though it seemed like the hardest thing he’d ever done.
Wallace let his head roll back. He was absolutely going to die. It was like every fantasy he’d ever had, but even better. Because it was with Volt.
Volt, who was now his and his alone. Who wouldn’t be sleeping with anybody else, even if it was just for work. Volt, who trusted and believed in Wallace, despite all of his flaws, and still wanted him more than anyone else in the world.
He’d had all the evidence before—how he had been the one to make Daddy come so hard that he actually passed out, even with his sloppy blowjob and novice technique. And now Daddy was acknowledging it, too.
Wallace’s love for this man swelled through him like an ocean. He knew he’d do anything for his Daddy.
“Spread your legs, creampuff. You know Daddy likes you nice and ready for him.”
Wallace sucked in a breath.
Oh, fuck. Love and lust tangled together at Daddy’s rough words. Because Daddy was showing him how he could serve him.
No, not just showing, but taking what he wanted. Trusting that Wallace would give him everything he wanted and more.
Daddy hooked each of Wallace’s knees on the outside of his own, then pressed outward, cock nestling against Wallace’s ass, so Wallace’s legs were splayed wide open.
Ready.
Just the way Daddy wanted him.
“Good girl,” Daddy praised. “Mmmm…. I like these leggings, too.” Daddy’s hands were stroking up and down his thighs. Massaging his flesh like he was kneading bread, then running his fingers so lightly along the inner seams that Wallace could scarcely breathe.
Wallace would have once felt embarrassed, with all of his flab on display in this soft, clingy clothing, but all he could feel was desired.
“I just s-started wearing them,” he found the words to say.
“They’re yoga pants.” He’d worn them a few times at home, but choosing clothing for himself was somehow different from Daddy telling him what to wear.
He loved how they felt, though, and he liked how they looked.
He was gearing up to do yoga in them sometime, even if his father would say it made him a pussy, because he could damned well do yoga if he wanted to.
“You should definitely get some more,” Daddy told him. “So damned sexy. Can’t keep my hands off you.”
Take that, he thought at his father. But he really, really didn’t want to be thinking about his father right now.
Wallace moaned, sinking into Volt’s praise.
As wildly improbable as it seemed, he had to believe it.
While he knew that Volt had changed his career for his own reasons, he also knew that his Daddy had a high libido and still didn’t want to sleep with anyone else.
They were an exclusive couple now, both romantically and physically.
So when Daddy said he couldn’t keep his hands off him, it had to be true.
Volt’s hands drifted farther up. “Mmmm… What have we here? No panties, babydoll?”
Wallace shook his head, every muscle clenched to remain silent while Daddy’s hands skimmed over him.
He’d maybe imagined Volt’s reaction to this discovery a thousand or so times already today when he got dressed.
“No panties, Daddy. I know you l-like me r-ready for you.” He felt bold saying those words, even though he was just echoing back what Volt had said a few minutes ago.
It wasn’t anything they’d discussed before and definitely not a rule.
But it sounded so hot, just thinking it.
Daddy knew he was a virgin, at least for anal sex.
They kept getting distracted with blowjobs and fingering and all of the other magic that Daddy could do to his body.
And Daddy had admitted that he was afraid of blacking out while they were so intimately joined, once Wallace had explained how hard his limbs were to move.
No, it was the idea of making that promise. That he would be available to Daddy at all times. That Volt would want him and just take him whenever he damned well pleased… It was intoxicating.
Volt chuckled, a low rumbling in his chest. “That’s right. Have you been thinking about Daddy’s fat cock in your sweet little virgin hole?”
Wallace sucked in a breath. Archaic as it might be, he wanted Daddy to take his virginity. To claim him like a prize to be won. To plunder and ravish him like a maiden on her wedding night.
“Yes, Daddy,” he panted. Were they finally going to have sex? Not that what they’d been doing before wasn’t sex, but… Ugh. Daddy’s hard cock was grazing his hole through his thin pants, and it had never felt so damned empty. “Now? Please?”
“Oh, not yet, sweet girl.” Volt’s voice was warm and playful. “Daddy’s not done playing with you. Now watch your movie while Daddy gets your pretty hole ready.”
Oh, god. They were going to do it. Just not until he was so wrung out with pleasure that he was going to explode.
Daddy’s fingers brushed over his hole. Even through the thin fabric, it was already electric. Thousands of nerve endings came alive and begged for more. It was a sweet tease and a tantalizing promise.
“That’s right, baby. This belongs to Daddy.”
It did. All of him did. Forever.
“Yours,” he agreed. “I’m yours.”
Daddy’s hand clenched on his arm, like the words affected him as much as they did Wallace.
Volt had been insatiable in the past few weeks, but Wallace could still feel something different today. There was a playful lightness to this game, but also a freedom that Volt had never expressed before.
It sounded like Volt’s decision about his work was already spilling over into their relationship. Into Volt’s dominance.
He loved the idea of Daddy taking what he wanted.
But did Daddy have to make him crazy, first?
Daddy kept circling his hole with two soft fingers, driving him insane. His hole was twitching, which he’d read about but hadn’t quite believed. But it was. Subconscious little flutters, like it was doing whatever it could to get Daddy’s fingers inside.
“Up.” Abruptly, Daddy pushed him to his feet, and he nearly stumbled. Not that he needed to worry. Daddy was still holding him, steadying him. Pushing his pants off his hips so that they fell to the floor in a satiny puddle, and then easing the sweater over his head to fling it onto the chair.
Wallace was stark naked, and he felt wonderful. If Daddy didn’t mind the red ring where the elastic had bit into his tubby waist, he certainly didn’t either.
And he loved Daddy going all caveman on him. Just taking what he wanted.
Already, he was being pulled back over Daddy’s legs, face pressed into the couch, while his back and ass were caressed by Volt’s wide hands. Naked and vulnerable, while Daddy was fully clothed, which just added another layer to the fantasy.
He was here to be Daddy’s plaything. His good boy. His toy.
His butt was very, very exposed, and he could feel Daddy’s hard cock against his belly, a burning brand.
“Good girl,” Daddy told him. “Letting Daddy play with you while you watch your movie.”
Daddy couldn’t possibly think he was paying any attention to that damned movie now, could he? He’d lost the plot long ago, and he didn’t even care.
Except that Daddy wanted him to watch it.
He turned his head to the side and forced his eyes open, even as Daddy’s hand crept inward between his thighs. One finger tapped at his hole, circling it with lazy strokes and suddenly slippery with lube.
He had to admit that having a sexbot boyfriend had some delightful perks, though he shivered a bit at the cold.
Volt chuckled. “Worried, baby boy? Do you think I won’t be able to fit my thick cock into that tight little hole?”
Wallace moaned. “No, Daddy. I know you’ll make it fit.”
He could actually feel the leap in Daddy’s clothed cock where it pressed against his belly.
And now Wallace really wasn’t thinking anymore, because all the nerves around his asshole were buzzing, and the muscles were quivering. He needed Daddy’s fingers inside him, and he needed them now.
“Need you, Daddy,” he whimpered.
“I know, baby. Still a virgin and already such a slut for Daddy’s cock.”
Those words were twisting him up inside. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment, even as he pushed his ass upward. He was Daddy’s virgin slut. “Yours, Daddy,” he whimpered.
Then he felt Daddy pressing a finger inside him. As it always did at the very beginning, it felt foreign. Strange. Kind of weird and pointless, with an unpleasant sting.
But he ignored that because he knew Daddy would make it better.
And it got so, so much better. There were a few shallow thrusts, and then fireworks went off inside him.
“Daddy!” he shouted, voice hoarse but so loud that it echoed through the room. It was too much. Too good. Like touching his cock, but from the inside and a dozen times more sensitive.
“Quiet, baby,” Daddy scolded. “Daddy needs you stretched out and open for him. You just watch your movie.”
Wallace was going to die. He was going to come.
“Bear down,” Daddy whispered.
Wallace complied as Daddy slipped in a second finger. It didn’t quite hurt, but he felt like he was at his limit. This wasn’t quite comfortable.