Page 159 of Daddy's Naughty List

Both sides were pushing at each other but then Master spanked me again and desire won the race. All I could feel was the pain and pleasure and all the wonderful things a spanking gave me. When I was buzzing with need and so happy I could’ve been flying, Master slid two fingers into me.

“Yes, that’s my sexy boy. Stretched and ready to be used.” Master chuckled as I whined and wiggled, wanting more but still fighting the ache that made me want to squirm and beg for less or maybe more. “I’m going to fill you up and help you remember who you belong to.”

“You, Master.” It wasn’t really a question, but as his fingers slipped out of me, I moaned the answer anyway. “You. I need you. Please.”

Oh, there he was.

There was just enough of a burn that it fanned the flames in me even higher and made me feel so helpless it was like I was tied down. He made it even better when the head of his cock was finally inside me and he blanketed himself over my back, pinning me to the bed. “That’s right. Such a good boy.”

I heard myself whine but it felt far away. I knew Master was close. I knew his body was in me. Everything else was foggy and off in the distance as he started to rock deeper inside me.

“That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? Feeling me deep inside you?” Master made another pleased hum when I managed to nod and moan again.

“You… and… claiming…” He proved I belonged to him over and over in a thousand little ways, but there was never a doubt about it when he made love to me.

Master kissed my neck, making a soft moan as he fucked me harder. “That’s right. I’m claiming my boy and making sure he knows where he belongs and who he belongs to.”

Giving me one more peck as he pushed up, Master braced his hand on my back, giving me another layer of that wonderful trapped feeling, and started pounding me deeper. He knew what he wanted and what I needed, and he was racing us toward our climax.

“Should I let you play with your cock? You were so naughty this morning.” The implied threat that I might have to come hands free had a shiver racing through me that made him laugh as I clenched around him. He chuckled and spanked one cheek as he fucked me faster. “You’ll whine and whimper, but I felt that. You love being used and punished.”

But I didn’t want to wait that long.

I wanted fast and needy and to feel it the rest of the morning.

So I whined helplessly and clenched around him again, trying to sound sweet and submissive. “I was… I was so excited. Needed you. So…”

Shoot.

I should’ve planned out what to say better.

I wasn’t good on the fly.

Master’s low laughter was wicked and nearly evil, and it was so sexy that sparks showered through me. “Naughty boy.”

But I was his naughty boy… and he knew it too because he stretched over me again and as he pounded me even harder, he reached under me.

All it took was one rough tug to have my eyes rolling around like dice flying across the table. It was like he ripped my orgasm out of me, and as I came, he followed me over. I could feel his cock pulsing in time with mine as he kept the pleasure going until we were both soft and exhausted.

Kissing my neck again, he wrapped himself around me in a tight hug. “Love you, baby. You were asexy as fuckelf, but you’re the best sub ever.”

“I love you too.” Every time I thought he couldn’t get sweeter, somehow he just got more perfect.

Best Master ever… and I needed to remember that more.

Chapter Five

Rhett

Therapy days were usually long for Stirling because his doctor’s office was an hour from us, but I started to worry when he was nearly half an hour late.

My worries didn’t fade when I found him pacing in the front yard talking to himself.

Therapy made him frustrated sometimes and it’d made him cry in the past too, but it’d never made him talk to himself in the front yard.

Lecture himself, maybe?

Was it a very stern pep talk?

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