cracking sound of his hand against my skin. Barrett kneads the same spot he just spanked, creating an ache that not only heats my skin but settles deep in the pit of my stomach.
“Okay, little rabbit?” he checks, and I manage to make myself nod. “Words.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good. We’ll keep it easy for your first time, so just relax. And if you need me to stop but can’t manage to say your safeword, tap my thigh. Got it?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I rasp.
“Good boy,” he says, his words rocking my body almost as much as the spank that follows, echoing in the room and making my ass burn. “When your ass is sore tomorrow, you’ll remember who you belong to, won’t you?” He follows it with several smacks, one right after another, so I’m guessing he don’t need any kinda real answer from me. Not that I think I could talk right now anyway.
I tilt my hips up to meet his hand when the next blow lands, every inch of my body feeling like a live wire. The hotter my butt burns, the more precum drips from my desperately caged cock, Barrett’s thigh growing slick and sticky under me as I gasp and writhe and moan, the word Daddy falling from my lips over and over.
“So perfect for me,” he says, the praises crashing over me even harder than his hand. “Beautiful, sweet, filthy boy.”
“Daddy,” I nearly sob, all these feelings building inside me until I’m sure I’ll fly away at any second.
The swats slow down, replaced by more gentle strokes against my burning skin, my body feeling too heavy to move and my mind full of a peaceful buzzing. Daddy lifts me off his lap and lays me down and for a few seconds I’m only vaguely aware of the sound of rustling and a drawer opening and closing.
The bed dips as he shuffles around, my ass throbbing as I lie still, not sure if I should bother trying to lift my heavy limbs or not. A noise is startled out of me when Barrett lifts my legs, hoisting them over his shoulders and dragging his hot, wet tongue over my aching balls.
All at once, my body surges back to full awareness, every nerve ending seeming to be twice as sensitive now than they’ve ever been before. Daddy doesn’t stop there, sucking my oversensitive balls into his mouth and tonguing them until I’m shaking all over, the heat in my stomach spreading rapidly through me.
“Please, please, please,” I babble, twisting the bedsheets in my fists and squirming helplessly. It’s too much to lie still through, and not enough all at once.
He releases my balls with a slurp, nuzzling them before pushing my hips higher and dipping his tongue between my sore cheeks.
“Oh my God,” I pant when his tongue slides over my hole. “Oh God, oh God.” It might seem like I’m taking the Lord’s name in vain, but it’s just that I don’t have enough words to give proper thanks for all the nerve endings I’m just now realizing are in that particular area of my body. Each one being stroked to life by the hot, wet drag of Barrett’s tongue.
He teases around the rim, then shoves his tongue inside, and my eyes roll back. Barrett moans, and the sound vibrates against my hole, his short beard scratching against my aching skin and making it burn even more. I’ve never felt so many things all at once, the million thread count sheets caressing my body while beads of sweat tickle my skin, my hole tingling with the need to be filled by something bigger than Barrett’s tongue. I need to come so bad it hurts, my balls sore and my cock still straining against the cage. If he doesn’t do something soon, I think I could come without even getting hard.
When he pulls his tongue out, I’m not sure if the sound I make is from disappointment or relief. Barrett sits up, letting my legs slide off his shoulders, and reaches for a bottle of lube and a condom he must’ve placed on the bed when I was half dead from that spanking. He unwraps the condom and disappointment lurches through me.
“I don’t want anything between us. I want your cum dripping out of me when you’re done,” I plead, and he groans.
“I want to get tested first, so we can both be one hundred percent sure it’s safe. Then, I’ll be happy to keep you stuffed full of my cum