Learning to Trust - M.A. Innes Page 0,77

anyone who saw them knew they’d been bad.” The heat in his voice as he listed off the possible punishment was enough to send another shiver through me.

Daddy had been doing more reading online.

He might not always think of this stuff on his own, but he was damned good at knowing what would have me nearly begging for his touch.

“Yes, Daddy.” I took in a steadying breath. “That would be a good punishment for a naughty boy.”

Just a bit exhibitionistic too.

I’d spend the entire time in the corner horny and desperate to come.

Just thinking about it made me even harder.

“But I’ve been good today, Daddy.” Maybe reminding him again would move things along. Because if he kept talking about punishments as he played with my ass, I was going to come and actually earn one.

Oh, that thought wasn’t helping my control any either.

“Then I guess I’ll just have to decide if I want to give you your reward now or make you wait until after dinner.” His hands stroked down my thighs before coming back to my ass again. I didn’t know if it was the threat to make me wait or his touch, but I moaned and was barely holding back the urge to beg.

That would not get me a reward.

Besides, waiting and squirming would be more fun anyway.

Kissing both his cheeks, I did my best to look obedient and innocent. “I’ll be patient, Daddy. You’re in charge.”

We were still figuring out what other sexy stuff flipped his switch, but the reminder that I was his and he controlled me was one of the big ones.

He gave a dark chuckle and shook his head. “I have a teasing boy, tempting his Daddy.”

Possibly.

Cuddling even closer to him, I kissed his cheeks again. “No, Daddy. I’m your good boy.”

Who was hopefully going to get to come.

Two days without an orgasm wasn’t anything ridiculous. I’d gone longer living in the dorms, but knowing I wasn’t jerking off because Daddy told me not to was another thing altogether. It was crazy hot knowing that even if I wanted to, I couldn’t without being punished.

His eyes sparkled, but he kept his expression neutral as he nodded. “Then I guess I won’t make you wait since you’ve been such a good boy.”

Yes!

“Thank you, Daddy.” I made a low, needy sound as he gave my ass another pat.

“Let’s go cuddle on Daddy’s bed then.” Over the past few days, it’d become clear that my room was for more innocent things and Daddy’s wasn’t. His bedroom was for grown-up cuddling and mine was for binkies and Barry and for being tucked in.

“Yes, Daddy.” As I climbed off his lap, I knew there was no way he’d miss the bulge in my sweats, but his eyes just scanned down my body without saying a word.

That was even hotter than pointing it out. Daddy wasn’t going to let my arousal dictate how fast or slow he went. Every little hint of his control, deliberate or otherwise, just piled onto my arousal and my emotions in general.

I could feel his eyes on me as he followed me through the apartment and into his room. As I waited by the bed, he came up behind me and wrapped me in his arms. “There are so many ways to make you come, I don’t know what to choose.”

Whatever he picked would be sexy and make me feel like the most special sub in the world. He was still trying to figure out what he was comfortable with, but he never let those fears keep him from making me feel important and loved.

He just hadn’t said the words yet because emotions weren’t Daddy’s strong suit, but he was getting there.

And I’d wait forever because actions spoke louder than words and Daddy put all his emotions into how he treated me.

My brain was quickly moving into overload territory, so I didn’t even attempt to find words as his hands stroked my chest. As he caressed over my nipples, I let out a low moan. All I wanted to do was push into his hands and make him go faster, but that wasn’t what I’d asked for.

Daddy was in control.

He chuckled, but it was dark and filled with teasing instead of laughter. “I know what my boy wants.”

To come.

And to have him pinch my nipples.

And to have him play with my dick.

But I just whimpered as he moved away from my nipples and down to tug at the hem of my shirt. As he pulled