Page 37 of Under Your Care

I nervously mumbled, “I don’t really know how to do it well.” Greyson groaned, biting his lip in contentment.

“That’s alright, my love. Take it out and I’ll teach you,” he coaxed, rubbing my face against his crotch. I mouthed over his bulge and looked up into his lust-filled eyes. He loosened his grip on my hair. Craving the taste of him, I undid his pants and pulled them along with his tight, black boxer briefs halfway down his thighs. I practically purred when his thick length was revealed, eyes honing in on the tiny drop of precum on the tip. I gave it an exploratory kitten lick, savoring the salty flavor.

Greyson grunted above me in response, “Try not to use your teeth a lot and no biting, of course. Suck the head into your mouth, baby.” I lurched forward, stretching my lips a bit to take in the head of his penis. I began to suck, enjoying my Daddy’s sexy noises. He instructed, “Use your tongue too. Lick just under the head. Ah– Fuck, yeah, that’s it, baby.” I preened under his praise, eagerly licking and sucking, slowly taking more of his cock into my mouth. “Mmm, such a good whore for me. Give my balls some attention now. Use that perfect tongue of yours.”

I moaned while popping off of his hard, weeping dick. Following his instructions, I licked my way down the underside of his cock until I reached his balls. I weighed each with my tongue before swirling my tongue over them.

“Try to suck one into your mouth,” he growled, the grip on my hair getting tighter. I moaned as I took one in my mouth, the vibration pleasuring him. He pulled my head back suddenly. “Swallow my cock now, baby. Yes, sogood! You’re such a good listener, baby girl. There you go. A little more, honey. Ah, shit. Take it. Take my cock, precious.”

Greyson began moving my head, so I relaxed my mouth and let him take his pleasure. “Fuck, such a good girl for me,” he moaned, forcing more and more of his length into me. I was caught off guard when he hit my throat, gagging as tears leaked out of the corners of my eyes. “Relax, baby. Open up for Daddy. Good, yes. Now swallow.”

I promptly swallowed, my eyes rolling back as his cock breached my throat. He let out a primal howl as he pounded into me. My mind began to cloud due to the lack of oxygen. I whimpered as he wrapped a hand around my throat, caressing his cock from the outside. He suddenly pulled me off by my hair, panting down at me as he took himself in hand. It was only seconds until he released onto my face. I sat there trying to catch my breath, ignoring my own erection.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I whispered, voice wrecked and throat sore from his use.

“Fuck, baby. Thankyou,” Greyson murmured before reaching out two fingers to collect some of the cum on my face. He gazed down at me tenderly as he fed me lick after lick of him. My mind was empty, void of everything besides him. I met his gaze, fluttering my lashes at him.

“Please…” I whimpered, pushing my palm into my own hard cock. His eyes glittered as he stood above me.

“No touching yourself, sweetheart,” he chastised. “You’ll get to come soon. It’s punishment time and I have something wonderful picked out for you.” I shivered, going limp in his arms as he lifted me from the couch. He carried me over his shoulder to his - our - bedroom. Once he reached the end of the bed, he threw me backwards onto the mattress. I bounced onto the beautiful silk sheets, unable to take my eyes off of my Daddy. “Don’t move,” he said as he began walking to his closet. I had learned before my escape that he keptessentialsin his nightstand but everything else under the sun in a ratherlarge chest in the closet.

I waited patiently as he ruffled through and selected his prizes. He hummed satisfactorily before bringing an assortment of supplies over to the bed. I glanced at the pile but couldn’t understand how he was going to punish me with what he had chosen. He caught my appraisal and grinned sadistically, his gaze dark and intense. He climbed onto the bed and crawled until he was directly above me. He pulled me up closer to the headboard before handcuffing my wrists to the slats. Next, he pulled a blindfold over my eyes, adjusting it so it was tightly held in place. He was really going all out. He pushed my legs up so that the back of my calves were flush with the back of my thighs and secured them with restraints.

“Open,” he said, his hand gripping my jaw. He pushed a ball gag past my lips, securing it behind my head. “Fuck, I should just keep you like this some days. All ready and exposed for me. Would you like that, princess?” I moaned in response, the sound muffled by the gag. He chuckled darkly, lightly caressing the length of my body. I felt him kneel at my open thighs. I startled as a lubed finger began rubbing at my pucker, seeking entrance. “Shhh,” he hushed, “Let me in, princess.”

I involuntarily jerked as the finger breached my rim. I still didn’t understand what the punishment part of this was supposed to be. I was more restrained than usual, but it couldn’t be that bad if he was taking the time to stretch me, right? I groaned as he pushed in a second finger and began scissoring them in my tight channel. Once he felt I was appropriately prepped, he pressed what felt like a small butt plug against my hole.

As he slid the toy in, he spoke, “This is a prostate massager.” My hips thrust up as my prostate was stimulated from both the inside and my perineum. I moaned deeply, wiggling my hips. “Have you ever heard of prostate milking?” Prostatewhat? My brows cinched as I shook my head in confusion. I could tell even through the blindfold that Greyson was smiling. He purred in my ear, “I’m going to make you come over… and over… and over until you can’t even remember your own name.” Goosebumps erupted over my skin.

Greyson began to rhythmically press on the base of the toy, continuously stabbing into that magic spot. My thighs shook as the pleasure grew, my whines filtering through the gag. My shout was muffled as he began rubbing his lubed palm back and forth on the head of my cock, resulting in ropes of white landing on my stomach. He gave me no reprieve before continuing to batter my aching gland. My muscles tensed as I tried desperately to stop the onslaught of sensation. I screamed as the prostate massager suddenly began to vibrate, sending waves of painful pleasure throughout my body.

Greyson smirked, “Poor baby. Look at those hips of yours humping the air, desperate to breed.” He sped up the rubbing of his palm on the tip as I rolled my head side to side. Tears began to soak through the blindfold. While continuing to rub my cockhead, Greyson began to tap the base of the toy. I tried to thrash wildly. I would have been sensitive right after an orgasm anyways, but this was a million times worse. “Give me another, princess.” To my chagrin, my cock twitched just as he spoke, another orgasm wrenching out of me. I screamed and tried to plead with him to stop, my words broken and muffled.

My face was covered in tears, snot, sweat, and drool. This hurt so much more than I thought it would. My balls felt as if they were being forced inside out.

“Another,” he cooly demanded. I shook my head like hell, my entire body quaking. My head went blank as the vibration of the massager increased. I sobbed, electricity lighting up every nerve in my body. I wailed as a third orgasm was forced out of me. Warm heat spread over my pelvic area.

“Such a good girl,” he groaned, voice broken from desire. “Fuck. You squirted, baby. God, yes.” My voice was quickly weakening from the non-stop screaming and crying, my throat dry and sore. My chest heaved as I tried mybest to stay conscious, but my brain felt like it had overheated. “Alright, you’re almost done now. I’m going to flip you over,” Greyson soothed, voice slowly flowing through my mind like warm honey. I was flipped over before I knew it, face pushed into the bed.

“I’m going to spank you ten times with my bare hand. You’re doing so well, I promise. We’re all done after the spanking.” The first hit felt like a brief sting to my left buttocks. The second hit was to my right. Each spank progressively became more intense. Left. Right. Both. Left. Right. Both. I couldn’t think of anything besides the blooming heat on my bottom. I couldn’t even tell if I was still sobbing. Everything just felt so warm and calm, like I was underwater in a hot bath.

When I came to, my head was cradled in Greyson’s lap, body curled beside him, free of all restraints and diabolical prostate torture devices. I blearily gazed up at him, sending him a weak smile.

“Hi, baby boy,” he cooed, stroking my tangled curls out of my face.

“Mm.”

He shared a soft, tender smile with me. “You did so well, sweetheart. I know that was really hard for you. My perfect boy.”

I purred, nuzzling my splotchy face into his thigh. “Love you,” I murmured, still deep in a haze.

“I love you too, Lane. I would do anything for you. Don’teverleave me again. You can’t survive out there on your own, honey. You’re so small and weak. Soft and precious.” He caressed my tear-stained cheek. “My baby. My heart. My missing piece.”

“Won’t leave again, Daddy,” I mumbled into the meat of his thigh.

“Good boy.”

Greyson hunched over to press his lips to my forehead before gathering me up in his arms and carrying me bridal style into the bathroom. I leaned my head into his pec, feeling as if I wanted to crawl inside of his body and never come out again.

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