as he talked about it.
“I…Daddy…” His hand inched higher up my thigh and the one around my back tightened. “Help me be good.”
And help me come too.
I wanted to be his in so many ways and the need was almost overwhelming. “Please.”
I’d dreamed for years about a Daddy who would come in and sweep me off my feet and make me his boy. I’d imagined everything from how he would take care of me to spankings and curling up on his lap. But there’d been no way to picture how incredibly he would make me feel emotionally.
He was my Daddy.
Daddy kissed my head, then relaxed his hold and indicated I had to sit up. Obeying, I felt a shiver run through me as the possibility of getting spanked grew closer. “Bend over my lap, baby.”
“Yes, Daddy.” There was a crazy combination of relief and excitement firing through me. It was finally going to happen.
Not wanting him to misunderstand my hesitation or emotions, I stood up and moved to bend over his lap. I knew he wouldn’t miss the tension in me, but I just hoped he understood it was what I wanted. No matter how nervous it made me.
As I moved to stretch out over his lap, he pushed back on the couch so I could lie on the cushions. “I don’t want my boy falling off or being uncomfortable while I’m spanking him.”
That could definitely be Leon logic…but part of me really wanted him to be focused on my comfort so I would be relaxed enough to orgasm.
Please let me orgasm.
Rationally I’d known we might not ever get to this point, and that would’ve been fine. But dreams and fantasies didn’t always care about what was real.
Forcing everything out of my head but the present, I knelt beside him on the couch then froze as his hands moved toward my pants. He was so relaxed as he unbuttoned them, it fried my brain. “Yes, getting these open now will be much easier.”
The no-nonsense attitude was all Leon and kind of hot, but I still wasn’t sure if he knew what he was doing. He got that he was going to spank me and get at least some kind of arousal response from me, right?
As my jeans slid to my thighs and he nodded, I decided to fuck real questions and just see what he would do. Leon was opinionated enough that nothing would force him to do something he didn’t want to. If he wanted to explore more physical things together and see how he felt, that was fine.
He’d made it clear that he liked being my boyfriend as well as my Daddy, so it was only natural that he’d want to figure more stuff out. Walking through the logic helped quiet everything else in my brain as he stroked his hands up the outside of my thighs and studied me with what I thought was a heated expression.
But it was Leon, so it was hard to know.
“I think we’re going to talk about getting you some more appropriate underwear. Submissive boys should be wearing something less grown-up.” He was studying my boxer briefs like they had the answer to world peace.
It was hot.
Since my response didn’t seem to be necessary…we both knew he could change my underwear if he wanted to…I just waited and let him touch me.
He was touching me.
“Yes, something more appropriate for a boy and a sub.” His fingers trailed up the sides of my hips, analyzing my clothes. “Briefs. You’d look very cute in briefs and we’re going to find some special ones for your little side too. I saw several different kinds of training pants as well.”
It was too much.
I moaned and felt my dick get even harder as it stretched out the fabric, begging for Leon to do more than stroke my hips. Daddy chuckled then did the damnedest thing…he moved one hand over and stroked along my erection with a single finger.
I almost came right then.
Daddy was touching my dick!
“You’re going to look very cute when I dress you up.”
Thank god for alien abductions.
“I want…I want to look cute for you…Daddy.” Breathing was fucking hard when he kept tracing my erection with that one finger.
“Do you want Daddy to buy you some cute briefs and pick out your clothes in the morning?” The sound of his voice as he barely touched me so intimately made it clear he liked the idea of controlling what I wore.
Daddy might not know how he