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“You take my cock so well. One day, I will sit in this warm mouth of yours for hours, but not today. Right now, I want you to get me off.”

He pushes back into my mouth, the heavy weight of his shaft slides against my tongue and I glide it along his flesh, tasting every inch of skin.

Closing my lips around his rigid length, I suck him deeply, using my tongue to help taste and tease as my cheeks hollow, and I show my Daddy what a good cocksucker I am.

He grabs my hair tightly and begins thrusting in and out of my mouth. It’s hard to keep up at first, but we find a rhythm that works for us. Daddy’s crop glides along my skin, making me shiver and moan, and every time I do, his dick leaks pre-cum, coating the inside of my mouth.

Daddy groans and his cock gets thicker, filling my mouth to the point of overstuffed, but I don’t move or complain, enjoying the burning ache in my jaw. Even as the soreness settling into my knees and back reminds me I’m not in my twenties anymore.

The tongue of the crop drifts over my bruised ass, the whisper-soft touch almost too much, but I lean into it anyway. Daddy presses deeper into my mouth, filling my throat once more, cutting off my air supply.

“Hold very still, boy,” he says. “I’m going to fuck you until I come.”

And he does. Over and over, he presses his cock deep into my mouth and throat, making tears fall as I sputter around his thickening length. He keeps teasing me with the crop, sometimes swatting at my flesh, but mostly gliding the tongue softly across my over-sensitive skin, turning my body into a livewire of nerves and need.

Another stinging swat of the crop has me choking on the cock in my throat as I can’t scream through the pain. Daddy shakes above me, his moans barely audible as my heart pounds loudly in my ears. He throbs in my mouth, and the grip in my hair borderlines ontoo much.

Finally, as my vision begins to gray out, and there’s a whooshing sound in my ears as my head goes light with lack of oxygen, Daddy pulls out far enough that his cum floods my mouth.

I splutter, trying my best to swallow him down, even as his dick rests halfway in my mouth. He grabs my head with both hands, shoving me onto his cock, forcing his cum to leak out of the corners of my mouth.

Daddy pulls out and I swallow the cum in my mouth before chasing him for more. He chuckles and lets me clean him up before reaching down and wiping the corners of my mouth, bringing his finger to my lips so I can lick up the last of his cum.

“Such a good boy. Come, let’s get you on the bed and cleaned up.”

My head feels fuzzy, and I am barely present as Daddy helps me to my feet. Somehow, I stumble to the bed, falling facedown onto the pillows. Fingers thread through my hair for a few moments until I relax completely, then they’re gone.

I try to listen to the sounds Daddy makes as he moves about the room, but everything is so heavy and all I want to do is sleep. I fight it though, not wanting to miss a thing.

Moaning, I bite my lip as strong fingers massage my ass and thighs. I squirm but Daddy holds me firm, rubbing the cream into my abused flesh. He lightens his touch and I hear his praise, but I’m too tired to make out the individual words.

Daddy leaves me again but is back quickly. He gently coaxes my head up and holds a bottle of water under my lips. The liquid is tepid and goes down smoothly as he carefully helps me drink. Once he’s satisfied, he sets the bottle aside and climbs into bed next to me.

“Come here,” he whispers, helping me rest my head on his lap, so he can easily run his fingers through my hair.

Finally, I give into my body’s needs and close my eyes, allowing myself to relax that final bit. Sleep is right there, coming quickly, but I manage to say, “Thank you, Daddy.”

And while I can’t be sure, I think he responds. “My pleasure, baby.”

Iwake up in Soren’s arms. My body jolts as my brain comes back online, but the initial sense of disorientation and panic are missing. Soren’s arms tighten around me, though his eyes remain shut and his breathing is still deep and even.

I watch him, the porcelain planes of his face are bright in the morning light, the freckles on his cheeks and nose stand out starkly against the pale skin, and his blond hair falls over his forehead in soft waves. Asleep, he looks far younger than he is. So much so, it’s almost hard to believe this is the same man that spanked me and then used me for his pleasure while driving me to the height of my own.

He didn’t tip me over into subspace, but I didn’t expect him to. Some people can get there without much effort—I’m not one of them. I can count on one hand the number times I’ve felt safe and secure enough to allow myself to trip that far, and eventhen, it wasn’t very deep or lasted very long, as the connection between the Dominant and I wasn’t quite there.

With my Daddy, though, I think we can get there, one day. He already took me deep enough into a submissive space that, while it’s not how I perceive subspace to be, it was still a very vulnerable position to be in. That amount of release is…a heady feeling. The chance to be able to let it all go, to trust my Daddy, it was an experience I never thought I’d have.

That thought makes me shiver and I move in closer, soaking up Daddy’s presence as he holds me in his sleep.

I must doze off, because the next thing I know, Daddy is pulling away and I’m opening my eyes, even as I reach for him.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby; I’m not going anywhere,” he assures me. I cling to him and he presses a lingering kiss to my forehead. “I need to check your cock and your wounds, is that okay?”

I nod. “Yes, Daddy.”

He brings our mouths together in a brief kiss, before flinging the blankets back and encouraging me onto my side. Carefully, he moves my leg up and exposes my dick. Taking it into his hand, he examines it, making sure nothing is chafing or digging into my skin.

“How does it feel?”

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