Learning to Trust - M.A. Innes Page 0,69

the loofah.

As he looked up at me, he smiled. “I think I’d rather use this one on you.”

It was almost like he wanted to brand me with his, rather than the wash cloth I usually used. It was so fucking hot I could’ve come again right there. “Yes, Daddy.”

Whatever you want, Daddy.

But I kept that to myself. I wasn’t sure if everything running through my head would freak him out or not.

The wicked, possessive look he gave me as his tongue flicked out and stroked over the head of my dick had me questioning my assumption, though. Just that one touch was enough to make my legs go wobbly. Reaching out, I grabbed his shoulders and moaned.

That just made his smile even more mischievous as he slowly stood. “Maybe one day when you’ve been very good.”

I’d be the best boy ever.

“Thank you, Daddy.” For just everything. I knew how different this was for him, but he was trying for me. Throwing my arms around him, I hugged him tight, pressing my face against his neck. “Thank you.”

I probably couldn’t have defined my emotions or what was going through my head even if there’d been a gun at my back, but Daddy didn’t ask. He simply wrapped his arms around me and held me tight.

When his arms slowly relaxed and his hands began stroking over me, I leaned back and brushed my lips against his. He smiled and caressed my head. “We’re going to lose the hot water if I don’t hurry and get you clean.”

If I thought hurry meant quick and efficient, I was wrong.

Kind of.

He didn’t dawdle, but nothing about his touch was brisk or boring. Yes, he didn’t drag his feet or his fingers, but he made sure to caress every hot spot he could think of. My nipples got pinched and stroked. My dick was thoroughly cleaned and he even made me raise my hands to clean under my arms, which had me feeling wonderfully submissive for some reason.

But there was something sexy and rough in his voice when he told me to turn around and brace my hands against the wall so he could clean my back. I wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but as his hands ran over me with a possessive touch, I found myself holding my breath as he got lower and lower.

When his hands skimmed over my ass, I moaned and couldn’t help arching back into his touch. His low chuckle made me squirm as a shiver ran through me. “Be very still, boy. I need to make sure you’re very clean for Daddy.

Was he?

I mean, would he really?

Yes, he would.

One finger ran between my cheeks over my achingly empty hole making me moan again. Daddy gave another low, rough laugh and started making small circles around it. “Do you understand that I need to get my boy thoroughly clean?”

Any words I said would’ve come out needy and desperate, so I nodded and rested my head against the wall. The position made my ass arch out and I was offering myself up to him completely, but I didn’t question it.

From the moment I started to understand the dynamics of a sexual relationship with another guy, I’d always known I wanted to bottom. Boyfriend. Master. Dom. Daddy. It didn’t matter how our relationship looked, I’d always known I wanted to feel him filling me and owning me.

As he slipped his soapy finger just barely inside of me for the first time, I moaned and had to fight the urge to beg him to take me. Whether it was his finger or a toy or his cock, I wanted to feel him filling me up, but he wanted to wait. His hesitation this time seemed more about driving me crazy, though, rather than just being unsure of himself.

He gave another quiet chuckle as he slowly fucked me with one finger under the guise of cleaning me. It was the best shower I’d ever taken and I didn’t care if I never got completely clean. I’d have stayed there forever, soaking up the submission and the wonderful torture.

When he was deep enough and barely touched my prostate, fireworks shot through me. As I gasped and clenched down around him, I felt him kiss one cheek. “I thought you’d like that.”

That was an understatement.

“Please…Daddy…please let me…” He caressed over it again, chasing my breath from my lungs. A toy just wasn’t the same.

The lack of privacy before had made it too difficult to buy