Page 66 of Losing his Daddy

“Yes, Sir.”

He hummed. The vibration of it moved through me. “Maybe you should get some relief. Pat is known to take his time with Tucker. We could be here for a while. Wouldn’t want you to suffer.”

“No, Sir.”

“Do you want to take your cock out?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Take it out then, Precious. Show me that beautiful body of yours again.”

I hadn’t realized how much I needed him to assist me through this moment until he took control. It’s as if his instruction was required for my brain to connect the dots. Like in the shower when he gave me the go-ahead to touch him while we were both naked.

Just the memory of that has me groaning as I desperately tug at the fabric of my suit pants. The second they’re loose, my cock forces its way out. My underwear didn’t stand a chance of holding me back. Not when I was this far gone.

“Look at you. Fucking gorgeous sight,” Sir grumbled.

I turned to look at him, my mind no longer on the sight in front of us. Sir had my full attention. The way he hovered close, his body turned to mine like he couldn’t resist watching me anymore. The way his gaze trailed over me from top to bottom, then lingered on my fist as I held my cock still.

“Sir?”

At my question, his eyes met mine. “You need me to give you directions, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir. Please, Sir.”

I might have been overdoing it with all the ‘sirs’, but I couldn’t stop. Not when we’d made it this far. Not after the invisible barrier that I’d somehow erected shattered before my eyes.

After I’d admitted to not wanting to take things further, Sir had listened. He’d dialed back his lust, making sure to never push for more than basic affection and casual intimate moments.

We didn’t get naked again.

He didn’t touch me skin-to-skin.

I didn’t beg and plead for more.

But I wanted to. Dear god, I wanted to.

The rules I’d set between us weren’t even rules anymore. They were like loose guidelines, a suggestion even.

So what if he was my boss? So what if he wanted my submission? I wanted to give it to him. I wanted him to tell me what to do, to give me control and then take it away. It was a push and pull that I craved more than I thought I would.

“I want you to face the box and watch everything they do. Watch how Patrick touches Tucker and picture us instead. Know that it would be me rubbing your body, that it would be me craving to take you. Watch him sink into the tight ring of Tuck’s ass and feel me sinking into you. Stroke your cock to the vision of us, Precious. Picture it, and I’ll make it happen one day. Find the fantasy. Chase it.”

I did as he asked, my eyes moving back to see what they were doing. Sure enough, they’d moved past the blowjob and were about to do exactly as Sir said.

My fist pumped as Patrick squeezed lube down his shaft. He lined up with a bent over Tucker, who quite frankly, looked completely blissed out. His expression brightened even more as Patrick sunk inch after inch inside him.

The image before me shifted as I let loose the fantasy of my mind. Sir and I would be in the same position, only he’d have me pulled up against him, and my leg would be raised to give everyone the perfect view of my hole. He’d spread me, then sink inside with one thrust. Then he’d fuck me until I sobbed, my head on his shoulder and his hand across my chest holding me up.

I broke apart as the dream version of me shattered. I felt a cloth land over my fist as cum poured from me. Looking down, I watched Sir wipe my length until I was clean.

“That’s it, Precious. You did so well.” He tugged me into his lap, then tucked my cock away and zipped my pants closedagain. Once I was covered, he eased me to a sideways position where my head was tucked under his chin.

I’d never felt safer and more cared for than in that moment.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Weston

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