Page 69 of Awakening His Daddy

“There is no way you could touch my dick and I wouldn’t like it.”

“I warned you.”

And with that, he gets out of the bed.

“Hey, wait, you can’t go away.” Although him leaving me in the dark would work.

“I’ll be quick. Now lie down again.” I get back into the spooning position and soon he’s behind me, moving his big, furry body right up next to mine. His hand moves over my hip and toward my dick.

Oh, hell yes!

My dream Daddy is going to touch my?—

“Wow! Jesus, that’s cold!” I try to scoot away from the ice pack Joe is holding against my dick, but I can’t move out of his grasp or grab his arm to pull him away.

“I warned you. Now relax and go to sleep.”

“But Daddy. Now I’m cold.”

“Are you still hard?” he asks sternly.

“Yes,” I huff.

“Then not yet.”

“Urgh, fine.”

“You should be thankful that I’m helping you. As Daddy, I believe I get to punish you for bad behavior, and that includes being ungrateful,” he whispers in my ear, and my dick tries again but quickly shrivels.

“This is a very effective punishment,” I whine.

“This isn’t a punishment. This is me helping you with a problem. I’ll give you your punishment tomorrow.”

“You’re not helping my dick issue.” And that was the wrong thing to say because he presses the ice pack harder against me.

“Better?”

I hiss. “Yes, evil, plotonic Daddy, that’s much better.”

“Sarcasm is not good behavior. You are just racking up the punishments, boy.”

“I think I’m good now.” I’m definitely not good now, but I want the ice pack off my junk.

“Think?”

“I’m sure.”

“Then I’m going to remove this and we’re going to sleep because you need to rest.”

“Fine.”

The pack presses harder.

“Fine what?”

“Fine, Daddy.”

“Good boy,” he whispers in my ear and tries to move the ice pack away, but I stop his hand.

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