it up, I raised my hands so he could slip it over my head. After he tossed it to the floor, he moved closer again, this time stroking over my naked chest.
“The more I think about how smooth you keep yourself, the more I like it.” His fingers went back to teasing my nipples, circling around them but never giving me enough attention. “You’re making sure nothing hides your body from your Daddy or your Dom. Isn’t that right? You want me to see every inch of your body.”
I started to answer, my head even began to move, but he finally pinched my nipples sending fireworks through me. “Ohh.”
That earned another low chuckle from Daddy, but he did it again, easily interpreting my needy sounds. As I leaned against him, whimpering once in a while as he pinched them, I closed my eyes and let the wonderful sensations rush through me.
When he kissed my neck as he gave both nipples a light twist, I thought I’d come right then. Barely holding back, I had to squeeze my eyes shut as he whispered against my neck. “My boy likes all kinds of wicked, painful things, doesn’t he?”
He kept going as I nodded, like my response wasn’t really that important.
So fucking hot.
“If he likes spankings and getting his nipples pinched, I wonder what other places he’d like pain?” It seemed more of a rhetorical question than anything I had to answer, thankfully, because I wasn’t sure what I’d say to the wonderfully dark threat.
Or maybe promise?
It was hard to tell sometimes.
Daddy pressed another kiss to my neck. “But not today. I need more research before I play with some of your sensitive parts.”
Research?
Oh, Daddy did his best work after research.
I still wasn’t sure if that would be a good thing or not, though.
Shit. Who was I kidding? I should probably be kissing his feet that I didn’t have to ask him for anything like that.
I loved magically psychic Daddies.
Giving me one last pinch that sent tingles through me, his fingers started sliding down my chest. Caressing me and exploring my body, he took his time making random patterns over my skin. By the time he’d reached my pants, I was fighting to keep my breathing even and my body still.
Instead of pushing my sweats down, he inched one finger inside the waistband and stroked over the edge of my boxer briefs. “Yes, I’m going to buy you some new underwear. Cute and sweet for my boy and some naughty ones for my sub and boyfriend.”
He was Daddy and I really loved the idea, so I just nodded.
Words were still difficult.
His finger brushed over the head of my cock then just stayed there, making small circles around it. It was just enough stimulation to make me breathless but not enough to orgasm. Daddy was wonderfully mean.
“I’ll pick out your clothes every morning. Some days I might send you to class in sexy briefs with your cheeks hanging out and your dick barely contained, other days I might send you in padded training pants. They seem to come in a variety of patterns.” Daddy said it without being overly dramatic or even teasing. He really wanted to dress me, and judging by the way his erection was pressing into my back, some part of him found the idea…stimulating.
Nodding, even though it had been more of a statement of fact than question, I leaned my head back against him and whimpered. The faint strokes were sending small shocks of lightning through me and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could stand while he teased me that way.
“Good boy.” He kissed my ear, nibbling on it. “You’re going to walk around campus knowing that your Daddy dressed you and it’ll be almost like I’m right there with you.”
He might have found the control erotic, but the possession and emotion in his voice when he talked about being right there with me was what struck me the most. No matter what else happened or didn’t happen between us, I mattered to him in a way most people would never understand.
He was my Daddy.
Sucking in a deep breath, I did my best to gather up my fragmented brain cells. “Please, Daddy. I want that.”
“That’s because you want to be Daddy’s good boy.” He kissed me again. “Even if that means being my sexy sub as well.”
Nodding, I whimpered and my hips finally jerked of their own accord, thrusting against his hand. He chuckled and pulled his fingers