Page 24 of Who's Your Daddy

Okay, there were a lot of reasons I was thoroughly enjoying our scene.

“Daddy…” Moaning as he rubbed the head of the toy right over my prostate, I closed my eyes and shivered as he chuckled and did it again. “That’s…”

Leander always said it was important to make sure Doms knew what they were doing right, but while that was a good idea, it was hard to do in the moment. So I moaned. And shivered.And clenched. Yes, that was going to have to do and I’d find a more detailed way to praise him later.

An outline.

Yes, I could do that.

Slides would work too.

Oh wow.

“You’re not focused on Daddy, naughty boy.” His finger flicked the tip of my dick before my brain realized I should open my eyes and pay attention to Daddy.

It was a strategic mistake.

I could admit that…but I could also admit that I liked the results.

But the most important part of having a Daddy was realizing when to push and when to behave, so I opened my eyes as the wonderful flash of pain fired through me. “Daddy.”

He’d clearly remembered our limits discussion but I had enough brains to know he’d need a response besides just a moan. So I moaned out a better response. “Green, Daddy.”

Oh, that made him chuckle again.

As he made more sparks fire through me, he fucked me harder and trailed a finger down my erection. “That’s my good boy.”

He was definitely training me to respond well to praise, but I wasn’t going to complain if it meant I got so much attention. “Please…”

Oh yes.

He really liked sweet begging.

The toy went faster and he ran his finger around the head of my dick. His ability to multitask was amazing…and I was going to have to make Leander help me figure out all kinds of fun ways to take advantage of it.

“Thank you, Daddy.” Keeping my eyes open and on him was harder than he realized, but it made everything even hotter too.

His smirk.

The way his arm was flexing.

How he was towering over me.

Yeah, it was worth the effort.

“Yes, that’s my good boy. Watch Daddy help you play with your toy.” Everything he said made it hotter too. “You’re going to feel so good around my dick, but I’m going to take my good boy on a date before I fuck him.”

He was so sweet.

“Then…then you’ll orgasm me again or fuck me, Daddy?” Every part of me felt like it was holding its breath as his smile got wider. “Please? I’ll be a good boy, Daddy.”

Hopefully.

“Yes.” Something about the tender way he answered sent another shiver through me, but that might’ve been because he’d found a new favorite hobby…fucking with my prostate. “You deserve a date first but then we’ll have more playtime.”

I couldn’t decide if he was sweet or sadistic.

It might’ve been both but I was just really glad to hear we’d eventually get to thefucking me into next weekphase of our relationship, so I decided not to overthink it. “Thank you, Daddy.”

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