Page 49 of Viking Ink

“You never need to apologise to me, Ree. Your eagerness and openness to exploration is beautiful. Take what you need from me, baby. You don’t have to rush.”

I wanted to roll around and soak in my daddy’s words, he made me feel so good—but first I had a cock to suck, and I wasn’t going to choke this time.

Okay, maybe I needed to learn to pace myself a bit, but Daddy’s cock was perfect. I couldn’t get enough of the feel and taste of it. Cautiously, I reached out and touched Daddy’s balls. The furry soft skin was my first nervous touch, and it had Daddy moaning sinfully. I started to roll them in my hand as I focused on taking Daddy deeper into my throat.

There had to be a trick somehow.

I relaxed and focused on the way Daddy’s cock felt in my mouth—the smooth skin, the way he tasted.

I soon lost myself in the heady pleasure of pleasing my Daddy. I didn’t care about the drool running down my chin or the slight twinge in my jaw. All I could think was more, more, more. The moment Daddy’s cock slipped lower in my throat I wanted to cheer, but that would have defeated the purpose. I still couldn’t take it too far, but I felt a deep sense of satisfaction, especially with the sexy growl my Daddy gave.

His hand had come up to my head, cradling it as he slowly rocked in and out of my mouth. I relaxed into his hold and let him use me. It was so incredibly liberating, and beyond sexy.

“My sexy baby boy. Such a quick learner.” Daddy’s voice was tight, like he was barely holding on to his control. “One day, baby, Daddy’s going to fuck that pretty throat of yours, and watch you cry pretty tears while you swallow my load.”

The filthy, sexy things Daddy said were nearly my undoing. My cock throbbed in my sweatpants, and I was suddenly imagining what it would be like if Daddy just held me and used my mouth for his pleasure. Daddy’s hands tightened in my hair as his hips rocked forward, and I choked a little but redoubled my efforts, eager to take and taste all that he gave me.

“That’s it, baby bear. Take Daddy’s cock.” Daddy’s voice was the best aphrodisiac ever, but was I allowed to come? I really wanted to come.

Pulling off with a lewd pop, I caught Daddy’s eye. “Daddy, can I come?”

Daddy’s eyes glinted with something primal and possessive. “No, baby. Want you to save that all up for when I’m balls deep inside you later.”

Oh, god, why did Daddy have to say that? My cock gave a painful throb. I wanted to come so badly it ached, but weirdly, in a good way, Also, my butt was still stinging from where Daddy had spanked me, and that felt good too. It was giving me a conflict boner.

While I still wanted to come desperately, pleasing Daddy was foremost in my mind.

Daddy’s grip in my hair grew tighter and his cock slid deeper into my mouth. I wanted to make him come, give him pleasure. I focused my energy on trying to swallow him deeper, but that was going to take practice. Although, from the way my body was humming at servicing Daddy like this, practice would not be a hardship at all.

“Daddy’s gonna come, baby.” His voice was raspy and rough.

I sucked him deeper, using my tongue, and his cock stiffened in my mouth before the taste of his come flooded my taste buds. I gagged a little as I grew used to it, but as I sucked his softening cock, I could honestly say that I would quickly become a fan.

“Fuck, Ree. I think you broke me.’’ Daddy sank to his knees in front of me, panting and pulling me in close. I muffled my giggle against his chest, savouring the warmth of his hug. My stomach, though, had to go and ruin the quiet moment with a loud growl. He spoke against my hair. “Sounds like I need to feed my boy.”

“You already did, Daddy.” Another giggle slipped out, and I squished my face against Daddy’s broad chest to stifle it.

Daddy’s deep chuckle filled the room.

Damn, I loved that sound.

“Seriously though, it’s time for us to make dinner,” Simon said with a sigh. “Or we could order in?”

Pushing back from Simon’s chest, I gave him a stern look. “No. Tonight we eat in. You’re always such a Daddy about what I eat, but don’t think I haven’t noticed your addiction to the Battery’s fish suppers.” I felt my little mindset fading and adult Rhys waking up. I loved being with my Daddy, but I equally adored Simon my boyfriend.

Simon laughed, looking guilty. “Okay, Ree, you got me. What do you suggest instead?”

I stood, pulling Daddy to his feet, my mind already going over what I knew we had in the fridge. “You leave it to me. Tonight I want to spoil my Daddy bear.”

Simon’s eyes filled with warmth, and he crushed me with another of his wonderful hugs. “You’re amazing.”

Flashing a cocky grin, I tilted my head. “I know. But I really do want to spoil you tonight. I can’t explain it, but I want to serve you.” I tilted my head in question, not sure if it came out right.

Simon nodded, running his large hand through my messy curls and tugging gently. “Hmm. I think we might have awakened your submissive side.”

That seemed to make sense. I didn’t know much about D/s, since I’d focused a lot of my internet searches on Daddy/little dynamics, but what I’d seen had interested me. It had called to me in a different way than being a little did.

“Can I be both?”

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