Dear Daddy, Please Spank Me - Chara Croft Page 0,41

I ground the heel of my hand down on my dick. “I’ll do anything you want.”

He smiled. “Then no touching yourself.”

“Yeah,” I said again, since saying yes to him was kind of my default now. But then, “Wait, what?”

Had he seriously just told me not to touch my cock? Because, uh… pretty sure that was going to be impossible. I’d gone commando today since I was a little behind on laundry, and just being on my knees for him like this already had me hard enough that the feel of my cock bobbing against the silky material of my track pants was making me a little crazy.

I wasn’t stroking myself yet, but fuck if I could make myself let go of my dick when it was already throbbing in my hand.

Okay, maybe I was stroking a little, actually.

Andy gave my hair a sharp tug. “Hands off.”

“Sh—sugar,” I gasped, doing it. But fuck, that Daddy’s-in-charge voice of his instantly made me even more desperate, my cock throbbing even harder. “I can’t… Andy, fu—I need to.”

He smiled, petting my hair. “But you won’t, because you need to be good for me even more, don’t you, baby?”

“Shit,” I whispered, closing my eyes. I really did. It was addicting.

“Language,” he said softly, running his fingers through my hair again. “And I love seeing how hard this is making you, petal, but I want you to save doing something about that for me.”

“’Kay,” I managed, dragging my eyes back open as some of that cottony feel started to seep into my brain... maybe a sign of blood flow leaving it? Because pretty sure all of that was in my cock now. “I can, uh… yeah,” I said, swallowing as I looked up at him. “I can do that. For you.”

Andy’s eyes were locked onto me, full of a possessive satisfaction that made the need in my gut coil even tighter.

“I want to be the one who takes care of you,” he said. “Is that okay, baby?”

“Yeah,” I rasped. “Uh, I mean, yes, Daddy. Please, um, do that.”

That… might be the reason I’d come back, if I was being honest. Thank fuck he was offering, though, because I don’t think I had it in me to ask. And sure, it was going to suck to have to go back to regular hookups once Andy got tired of doing this Daddy shit with me, but until then, fuck. Fine. I'd admit it. I wanted it. And not just because I needed some dick—because let’s be real, I could find that anywhere—but because fuck if everything didn’t feel a million times more intense this way, with Andy telling me what to do and then telling me how good I was when I actually did it.

“Can I, um, can I suck you off now, as long as I don’t touch my dick?” I asked, licking my lips.

Andy rubbed a finger over them. “You can give me your mouth,” he said. “But no sucking yet. Just let me in, sweetheart, and remember that I’m in charge.”

He kept one hand on the back of my head and popped the button of his fly open with the other while he was talking, and fuck, that was all it took for me to screw up. Forget and reach for my dick, my mouth fucking salivating.

“Stop,” Andy said firmly, his grip tightening on the back of my head to keep me in place when I lurched forward to get some. “What did I just tell you?”

I blanked, suddenly so horny I couldn’t think. But… uh…

“To, uh, not to jerk off while I blow you, and… you’re in charge,” I said, wanting to just lean forward a little but more so I could grab his zipper in my teeth and yank it down.

Couldn't, though. Andy didn't let me.

“That’s right,” he said. “and if it helps, you can keep your hands behind your back.”

“Do I have to?” I asked, jerking my eyes up to his as my heart rate suddenly went into double time. The idea freaked me out for some reason. Or… maybe turned me on? I couldn’t tell which.

“You never have to do anything you don’t want to,” Andy said, which was… what, disappointing?

God, I really was fucked up. Of course I didn’t want to do shit that I didn’t want to do. Who would? But it would still be easier—and a fuck-ton hotter—to know what it was I actually did want if Andy would just figure it out for me and then tell