pleading agreement.
“Yes, my boy needs his spanking to help him remember, though.” I thought he was going to tease me more about it, so the first smack of his hand on my ass had a squeak jumping out of me, but when the heat spread through me and every nerve ending started to tingle, I heard myself moan.
If he had any worries about what would happen, I didn’t hear it or feel it as his hand came down again on my other cheek. The slow rhythm was startlingly perfect. He could have done it harder, but for our first time, the almost tender way he spanked me had my emotions welling up.
I lost track of how long he held me, spanking me and occasionally stroking my ass, but just as it started to give off the most delicious ache he stopped. “Yes, pink and pretty and all mine.”
I was his.
The ownership in his voice hit me harder than any spanking ever could have. I started to shake and the prickling in my eyes finally turned to tears. Fuck if I knew why I was crying because I’d never felt more loved or more aroused, but I couldn’t keep my emotions contained.
When he made a low soothing sound and started to turn me over, I was frantic to try to explain what was happening, but I didn’t have the words for it. Thankfully, Daddy didn’t question me; he just wrapped me in his arms and held me tight.
As he started a slow rocking motion, I sucked in a ragged breath and closed my eyes. I felt Daddy kiss my forehead and finally managed a smile. I knew I was still crying, but since Daddy wasn’t upset about it, I didn’t worry either.
“You did so good, my boy. So beautiful.” He kissed me again and tightened his hold as he faintly rocked us side to side. As my tears faded and the crazy emotions with them, he ran one hand over my head and down to cup my chin.
Looking up at him, the first thing I noticed was the pride in his face…then the tender excitement as he stroked my cheek. “You did so good, baby.”
Sucking in a slightly shaky breath, I smiled. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Still hugging me tight with one hand, his free hand stroked down my neck and chest. “I think you deserve a reward.”
I almost questioned him, but he was Daddy and I was going to let him set the pace. I trusted Leon. If he wanted to touch me or steer us in a new direction, I would see what happened. “Please, Daddy?”
My brain wasn’t firing on all circuits because it took several long seconds to understand what he was doing as he leaned me back against the arm of the couch.
He was really going to do it.
My dick had been trapped against the fabric of my underwear, so my first reaction as he freed it was relief…quickly followed by overwhelming desire. His touch was confident as he wrapped his fingers around my erection and started the maddeningly slow strokes.
Daddy was jerking me off.
Just the idea was enough to push me right to the edge. I’d woken up over and over from dreams where he’d been caressing me and touching me…but that was nothing compared to reality.
Words were beyond me as I fought to stay still, but I moaned and I could hear myself whining as he slowly moved faster. Daddy didn’t have the same problem with communication, though. It seemed he liked driving me crazy with his sexy dirty talk.
“That’s my good boy. Do you feel how wet you are? I saw a video during my research where a Dom was milking his boy to see how much precum he could get from his boy before he was allowed to come. It looked like he was edged for hours.” There was a rough excitement in his voice I hadn’t heard before.
His touch was still tender, but the tone of his voice said there were dirty fantasies running through his mind. “I wonder if you would last as long as that sub did…how long do you think I could stimulate your prostate before you came?”
Shit.
Pleasure slammed through me as my orgasm burst out uncontrollably. I’d never felt anything like it. His hand increased speed and it was almost like he was extending it, forcing it to continue. When he finally slowed his strokes and the sensations began to fade, he simply held on to my softening dick like