Page 17 of Forever Ink

“Look what you made happen,” I huffed, pointing not so subtly at my lap.

“Oh, I did that, did I?” Daddy did nothing to hide his grin.

“Uh-huh. You did.” I wiggled, and my butt let me know that wasn’t a good idea as it throbbed fiercely. I tried lifting my bum, but Daddy pushed me back gently.

“Roll onto your front, Rhee. I’ll see about taking the sting out of your arse and then we can talk about the other thing.” Daddy’s voice was laced with good natured humour.

I rolled onto my tummy just like Daddy asked, and squirmed when I felt his warm hand caress my fiery skin.

“Hold still, baby bear. The lotion on your bottom will help.” My thumb slipped into my mouth, and I let my thoughts drift. I barely moved when I felt Daddy pull my pants and underwear the rest of the way off.

My doze was interrupted when I felt the drizzle of cool lotion on my bottom. I shivered a little bit, but it soon started to feel good as Daddy rubbed soothing circles into my skin. I let out a soft moan around my thumb as Daddy’s finger slipped down my crack and gently circled my hole. I sucked my thumb harder, wanting to push back against Daddy’s finger, but he’d told me to lay still, and I wanted to show him I was a good boy.

Good boys got rewards—and I wanted a reward, especially if it was a sexy one. A new soft toy would be nice, but right now I wanted a sexy reward. Daddy moved his finger and pressed softly against my hole again.

“You were such a good boy for me, Rhee. You took your spanking beautifully.” Simon’s hand moved to cup and gently squeeze my tender bottom. “Diaper, baby boy?”

I nodded shyly.

“Words, baby boy.”

“Yes, please.”

“Should Daddy reward you before he puts your diaper on?”

I nodded against the bed so hard I swore I bounced. “Please, Daddy.”

“Okay, baby boy, let’s roll you over.” Daddy’s strong hands wrapped around my hips and flipped me over like I weighed nothing at all.

Daddy moved so his burly body covered mine. His lips brushed mine in a soft kiss that soon turned filthy. I made the mistake of rolling my hips up against his and let out a soft whimper when the tender skin of my bottom pulled tight with the movement.

“Lay still, baby bear. Daddy is going to take care of you.” He rolled so he was laying alongside me. I kind of missed his weight on my body, but when his hand moved to encircle my cock, I forgot about grumbling and let out a needy whimper.

“Rock up into Daddy’s hand, baby boy. Yeah, like that.”

I whimpered again as the skin of my bottom brushed the bed. The hurt was making the feeling of Daddy’s strokes even more intense. I kind of forgot what I was doing when Daddy’s hand squeezed around my length.

“Know it stings baby, but that is going to remind you that Daddy is always looking out for you.” Daddy’s amber eyes caught mine and he winked, continuing to stroke me. I moaned as his fingers tightened around the head of my cock. “What did Daddy tell you to do, baby boy?”

“To fuck your hand,” I answered breathlessly.

Daddy arched a brow. “And are you, baby boy, or are you just letting Daddy do all the work?”

I bit my bottom lip. “Well, you were doing such an amazing job I might have gotten distracted.” My words died as Daddy released his grip. “No, don’t take your hand away, Daddy. Hand back, now.”

Daddy frowned down at me until I felt squirmy. I hated when Daddy gave me the look, and he was doing that right now. “Baby, is that how we ask for things?”

I had an answer on the tip of my tongue that would possibly have me getting another round of spanking, but instead I shook my head and looked contrite. Daddy gave me a look like he knew what I was thinking, but thankfully didn’t say anything.

I reached up and tugged Daddy’s beard gently. “I promise to be a good boy.”

Daddy didn’t answer. Instead he leaned down and kissed me slowly. I opened my mouth and let Daddy control the kiss, melting into the mattress. His hand was soon back where I desperately wanted it and this time I thrust up to meet his hand, but Daddy wasn’t done torturing me. He would take his hand away, only to grab my balls and squeeze gently then return to my cock, squeeze the head and then run his fingers up and down my length.

“One day, Daddy is going to lock this away, and I won’t let you play with it all day.”

The thought of Daddy having control of my cock, of my pleasure, hit something bone deep and needy in me. With little warning, my body arched into Simon’s touch, and I came, marking us both with my release.

Daddy ran a finger through the sticky mess on my belly, smiling widely. “I think you like that idea.”

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