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“Please, Daddy,” he says. “I want it all.”

“Get on your knees then, boy, and open your mouth.”

With my ass stinging, I move as fast as I can. It hurts to get into my kneeling pose, but I won’t let that stop me from showing Soren—Daddy—how good of a boy I can be.

My heated ass rests on my heels and I wince a little, but when Daddy looks at me with concern, I smile. “I’m fine,” I assure him.

He studies me for a long minute more before sliding off the bed and shucking off his pants, revealing his half-hard cock.

I moan and open my mouth, tongue coming out in anticipation.

Daddy strokes himself as he watches me, his dick growing harder in his hand. “Such a good boy, I can’t wait to use your mouth again. This time, I’m going to come down your throat. Would you like that?”

“Yes, Daddy, please.”

He reaches over on the bed and picks up the crop, and my entire body shivers at the sight of the impact toy.

Daddy steps closer so that his cock is just inches from my mouth. I moan and my fingers twitch against my palms as I want so badly to reach for him—I don’t though.

“Such a very good boy you are, Ashby,” he says.

My name rolls off his tongue in a way I never expected. For so long I hated the sound of it, and the weight of expectation attached, but when Daddy says it, I want nothing more than to melt at his feet.

Daddy drags the tongue of the crop over my shoulders, letting the leather caress my skin and making me shiver. “This is going to be fun,” he muses. “Tongue out,” he commands.

Doing as ordered, I stick my tongue out as far as possible, moaning as he rubs the head of his cock over it. The taste of him has me groaning, and I carefully press forward, hoping for more.

The sting of my ass has me whining as Daddy flicks the crop over my already swollen and bruised flesh.

“Stay still and take what I give you, boy. Or I’ll leave you aching for my cock.”

I moan at the roughness of his words, and have a brief moment of wonder that no one has snatched this man up already. But then, I’m grateful that no one has seen how amazing of a Daddy and a Dom Soren is, even if the idea of him being rejected so much makes me ache for him too.

After all, if someone knew just how brilliant he is, they would have snatched him up before I got the chance to. I might not have agreed with James’s insistence that I’m not as monogamous as I insisted I was in the past, but here with Daddy, I’m realizing that my best friend may have been right. That doesn’t mean I’d share either of them with just anyone, though. Now that I have them, I’m going to hold on with both hands.

Holding as still as I can, I close my eyes briefly as Daddy presses his cock into my mouth. A quick flick of the crop reminds me to keep my eyes open, and I meet his burning blue gaze.

“Such a good boy,” he whispers. “Up on your knees, take me further.”

He helps coax me onto my knees and I groan as his dick presses deeper into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. Swallowing reflexively, I breathe through my nose and relax my throat, allowing him to slip further in.

Carefully, Daddy buries himself in my throat, at the same time, he traces my body with the crop. Soft, careful caresses that make me tingle as goosebumps erupt across my flesh.

The sensations are almost too much, but the sharp sting as Daddy pulls my hair, and the way my breathing is restricted as he presses that much more into my throat, helps ground me to reality.

I’ve been with my fair share of people over the years. I've been spanked and whipped with a number of toys, but none of them have wielded one as expertly as my Daddy. The sensory sensations he’s able to bring out of me by softly caressing me with the tongue of the crop has me shivering.

“You look so good like this, baby,” Daddy says. “I knew it from the moment we met that I wanted to get you on your knees. Such a beautiful,responsiveboy.”

Daddy flicks his wrist, the crop smacking against my shoulder just as he pulls his cock out of my mouth, letting me moan and breathe. As I catch my breath, he watches me carefully, keeping an eye on my expression, checking in to be sure this is still what I want. In answer, I open my mouth again, sticking my tongue out and awaiting his dick.

Daddy grins as he guides his hard length back into my mouth. The taste of his pre-cum has me whimpering. I want itall. I want his taste to fill my mouth so I’ll be surrounded by him and only him.

Daddy’s cock fills my throat again, and this time, as he runs his crop up and down my body, making me moan and shiver, he slowly begins thrusting in and out. It’s hard to keep my eyes open, but I’m already being punished. As my dick reminds me by the fact it keeps trying to get hard but can’t. There’s no reason to push Daddy any more than I already have, he may not let me taste him otherwise.

Daddy flicks the crop again and I scream around his cock as the tongue hits a particularly painful bruise on my ass. He groans and shoves himself so deep into my throat that I gag, tears welling up.

He doesn’t pull all the way out this time, but he does give me enough room to suck in a much-needed breath.

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