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clearly going for extra bonus points.
“Very good. Thank you.” Kneading his ass, I teased, letting my fingers move closer to his opening. “Did you turn in your paper?”
Another eager nod came with a whimper as he rocked his dick against me again.
I cleared my throat, shaking my head. “Is that how you cuddle with me?”
He whined, shaking his head and doing his best to look apologetic. “No, Daddy. I’m sorry. But I was very good. I didn’t play with myself.”
Just having to admit that sent a shiver through him.
My reaction was aroused with a side of possessiveness that was just as erotic.
Morgan was mine.
“It sounds like you were a very good boy, then.” I kept up the dirty caress to his ass but gave him a sweetly tender kiss. “What did I say would happen if you were good today?”
Another shiver raced through him. But even without it, his breathy response would’ve made how turned on he was clear. “I get to pick a reward.”
“That’s right. What kind of reward do you want?” I was expecting something intimate, and judging by his reaction, linked to an orgasm for him, but it could’ve easily been junk food or attention of some kind.
“Anything?” He asked the question hesitantly, but I nodded.
“Yes, we’ve talked about limits and I trust you.” He was too sweet to push my limits. Now his…that was another story.
He licked his lips as the need in him grew, but he held himself still, doing his best to be good. “I want…I mean, could you…”
He forced himself to take a deep breath. I could’ve made it easier if I’d stopped playing with his ass, but that wouldn’t have been as much fun.
“I want to come, Daddy.” Once that was out, he seemed to find the rest easier. “But I want you to decide how to do it and what we do. I mean, my reward is getting to orgasm, but you decide the rest, please?”
That seemed more like two rewards since he loved being controlled, but I wasn’t going to point that out. “I think that can be arranged. You haven’t come in a few days and I know how hard that’s been for you.”
It’d been difficult, but he’d loved it as well. It was an interesting response that I didn’t really understand personally, but I could see how much he loved it, so I was willing to please him…and again, the control was something I was thoroughly enjoying.
A needy sound escaped as he nodded. “Yes, Daddy…soo hard.”
Finally realizing what I’d said, I shook my head. “Silly boy.”
Morgan grinned, but it still had an edge of arousal that I loved seeing on his face. “You’re the silly one.”
He leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “Do I have to wait to get my present, Daddy?”
“Have you been thinking about it all day?” The expression on his face made that answer clear, but I loved seeing his frantic nod.
“Ever since you told me this morning, Daddy.” He made a low moan as I tightened my fingers on his ass. “You woke me up so sweetly, but then you started talking about rewards and gave my dick a pat. It was naughty of you, Daddy. You were trying to drive me crazy.”
Possibly.
But I shook my head. “Daddies get to make the rules, so we can’t be naughty.”
Ray’s logic was very helpful.
Morgan let out a breathy giggle, but he made it clear he wasn’t going to risk losing his reward because he nodded. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll remember that.”
“Very good.” I gave his ass a pat that was just hard enough to make him moan. “Because I’d hate to have to punish you for arguing with Daddy instead of letting you come. Naughty boys don’t get rewards.”
The threat of a possible punishment only sent his need higher and made it more difficult for him to restrain himself. “I won’t forget, Daddy.”
No, I had a feeling he wouldn’t…not anytime soon at least.
Chapter 22
Morgan
He was trying to torture me for pouting about cleaning my room earlier. That had to be the only reason he was dragging things out like this.
“That’s good because naughty boys who get spankings probably don’t need to get an orgasm for their wicked behavior.” He shook his head like it was very sad, but I could feel the way he was reacting against me and I knew he was having fun driving me insane.
“They would probably have to stand in the corner with their red bottoms sticking out so that