Secret Daddy - J.R. Gray Page 0,1

of my feet on his thigh, sliding my shoe and then sock off. He’d stripped me of every scrap I wore, leaving me standing there bare in the drafty lobby. Anyone could walk by and see my humiliation. Witness what I allowed a stranger to do to me. I’d find my clothes neatly folded on the desk when he was done. I would redress alone and try not to wish he was more than a phantom.

Maybe it was all a sick fantasy after being dumped and trapped in here night after night. My loneliness finally manifesting in visions.

And then he touched me. Long fingers skimming up the underside of my cock and I knew he was real.

“Henry Miller? Dirty boy.” He flipped my book closed, the sound radiating through me.

“Yes.” My cheeks flushed under the mask.

“Embarrassed about it, too.”

“How can you tell?”

“You’re pink from ass to ears.”

His words deepened the color.

“Yes.” It was no use lying to him.

He ran his fingers over my collar bone. “You turn the most beautiful color I’ve ever seen.”

I shivered, gooseflesh rising under his touch. “Thank you.”

“Are you going to tell me what you like about Henry Miller?”

“It was filthy before filthy was allowed,” I said the first thought that came to mind. I didn’t try to clip my words with him. I knew I could be honest. There was safety in honesty.

There was no judgment from a stranger. I didn’t have to face him in the light or without my mask.

“And why do you enjoy filthy from before it was allowed?”

“It feels more— honest—no expectations to be what it’s not. Like with you.” I wasn’t sure why I added the last. In my darkest fantasies this would be more someday. More than a sometimes thing with a stranger. Did I love him already? I’d like to think I did but it was impossible to know.

After six months I didn’t believe the fantasy anymore, but I held onto it for lonely nights in my cabin when I could still feel the sting of his cane and almost pretend like he was still there.

He finished undressing me, khakis and shirt, laying them aside with everything else. By the time his fingers slid under the waistband of the tight red Lycra I’d chosen for tonight, I was swooning. I loved the care he took in removing my clothes. The same he took in beating my ass, and it showed. He was methodical. I sometimes tried to make a list of all the traits he possessed and cross-reference them to all the people in town but no one was quite like he was.

It made me think he was a stranger, someone who passed through. A long-haul trucker, or even a rich widower who came here to his vacation house.

I wanted to know, but I also never wanted to ruin the nights we shared. How could they go on if I knew?

“Are you ready?”

“Maybe.”

“Going to be difficult tonight?” he asked, his smile edging into his tone.

“Yes, Daddy.” Always Daddy. But I liked to think he enjoyed it as much as I did.

He pulled my spandex down, freeing my cock to hang heavy between my legs. “So aroused for me.”

“It might have been the book.”

“Is that so? Should I let you return to it?” He took me in hand and stroked until I was dripping. My pre-cum probably stringing to the floor.

“No! I’ve been waiting for weeks.” My voice caught as I said the words. It had been longer than usual and I was desperate.

He skimmed his fingers around my hip, stepping behind me. “I know you have.”

My skin prickled. I loved the idea of him watching me. And that he thought about me. I might love that more.

“I brought a new toy to play with tonight.”

“What did you bring?”

“I’m not telling you.” A click came and it sounded like he popped the top on a bottle of lube.

The sound echoed around us. Warm fingers massaged over my ring. I moaned, letting my eyes fall closed. I wasn’t sure why I’d had them open. They were useless behind the mask but I guess it was control. I started to relax when he took it from me.

“Bend over and touch your toes.”

I did as he asked and his fingers slipped inside me. I moaned louder, already wishing he was filling me. His cock was thick and gave me the best orgasms I’d ever had. He replaced his fingers with something cold and I gasped, eyes watering at the intrusion. It was