Page 58 of Father Figure

“Squirmy,” he suggested, as I proved his point by doing just that.

“I like it when you make me feel small and little when we’re being sexy, and how you make me feel smart and special and loved when we’re not being sexy, and we have all our clothes on.”

“Funny how I can do that by using the same word—boy. We’ll have to sit down together when we’re not in bed cuddling and work out a list of rules with rewards and consequences. Especially now that you’re starting school.”

“I feel like summer flew right by, and I barely had time to experience it. I can’t believe it’s almost over. One last trip. I’m excited to spend time with you and Sam together again.”

“I bet you are.” I could hear the amusement in his voice. It rumbled low in my ear, his lips tracing the shell, making goosebumps dance up and down my spine.

“Can we call him?”

“Right now?”

“Yeah, on video chat.”

His tongue snaked out to dip in my ear, and I squirmed, which made my butt rub against his dick.

“Is there a reason it needs to be on video? Was there something you wanted to show him?”

My Daddy knew me better than anyone, well, except maybe my real dad. I wasn’t fooling him for a second. “Daddy…” I pushed my bottom against his groin again, hoping to make him hard, hard enough to go along with my plan.

“Maybe we should add a consequence for being too sexy.”

“You can’t be too sexy.”

“How about too thirsty?” His hand rubbed over my butt, and I hoped like heck it was because he was getting ideas.

“Are you really complaining?”

Daddy chuckled, and I knew I’d won! “Call him, Tricky Nicky.”

Yes! Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I dialed his number. “Hi, Uncle Sam.” He answered right away, and when the screen came into focus, I saw him lying in bed. He was shirtless, but with the covers pulled up to his chest, I couldn’t tell if he was naked.

He rumbled a sleepy laugh. “Oh, I see we’re continuing this dynamic twenty-four-seven instead of just in the bedroom.”

“We are in the bedroom, and so are you.”

“Aren’t you a clever little boy?”

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” We were flirting. My dick was getting hard. I'd never even had a boyfriend before, and here I was in bed flirting with a man—no, two men!

“Lying there, in a big empty bed all by yourself. You look lonely, Uncle Sam.”

“Do I? Would you like to come over and warm my bed?” Daddy’s hand continued to stroke my butt, and his fingers kept dipping between my cheeks to tease my hole before retreating again. It was frustratingly maddening!

“No, because I don’t wanna leave my Daddy. Maybe I can keep you company from here.”

“Oh, yeah?” I saw his hand move beneath the covers, and I knew he was stroking his cock. “Got any ideas?”

“Daddy, he’s touching himself,” I whispered.

When I was at the mercy of these two men, it was so easy for me to let go of all my inhibitions and become a younger version of myself—the ultimate submissive. I wanted them to guide me, command me, to take control so that I could step away from it all, not having to make decisions and think, and I could just enjoy the pleasure.

The rough pad of his thumb rubbed over my hole, and I tightened my muscles to keep him out because he wasn’t using lube, and I knew how badly it could burn. He sucked his thumb into his mouth and got it wet before slipping between my cheeks again to push against my pucker.

“Let me in, baby,” he whispered in my ear.

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