“What else will you do, Daddy?”
“I’ll bend you over the couch and lick your hole, tongue fuck your ass until you beg me for release. But I won’t. I’ll hold you down and fuck you instead, pound your tight hole, fill you with my cum then before you lose a drop, I’ll plug you with the biggest plug you can take and leave my jizz in you all night.”
“Oh…Daddy.” Tate was almost past the point of no return, but he wanted it, needed the sweet release. “I love plugs, I can take a large one.”
“Good, because I’m going to spread that hole wide open and stuff it inside. And when I take it out? I’ll be taking my time, easing it out then pushing it back in, watching your pucker open up for me before the rim snaps back around the base of the plug, your hole red and swollen from being used by your Daddy. Fucking you with it slow and easy until you can’t stand it anymore.”
“Oh fuck!”
Tate shot hard, cum erupting over his fingers and soaking the front of his boxers. His chest heaved from the intensity of his climax, stars still dancing behind his lids as he struggled to catch his breath.
“Uh-oh. Sounds like my boy has been very, very bad.” Rogan let out a low chuckle. “I’ll add a few plugs, including a very large one, to my shopping list.”
“Sorry, Daddy.” He wasn’t sorry. “I can’t help it when my Daddy is so hot and has such a deep, sexy voice.”
“Apology accepted, but you still have to be punished. Daddy’s going to make you beg for it all weekend. Now you go clean up, and I’ll give you a call before I leave.”
Tate grinned. “Okay, Daddy. I love you.”
“Love you too, sweetheart.”
Tate ended the call then tossed the phone on the cushion next to him, his grin still firmly in place. He’d known all along that Rogan was born to be a Daddy, and wow, he was shaping up to be the best Daddy Tate could ever imagine.
It finally seemed as if the dark days were behind him.
Rogan ended the unbelievably erotic call with Tate, groaning from the agony of his throbbing cock straining within the confines of his khakis. Thank heavens he’d worn a black pair that day. All he needed was to be tromping around the Academy with a visible wet spot on his crotch.
He winced as he changed positions in his desk chair, breathing deeply and thinking unsexy thoughts. He didn’t dare touch himself, not even to press the heel of his palm against his erection. All control would go out the door if he did such a thing.
After a few minutes of diverting his thoughts then bringing them back to the mundane list of tasks in his planner, he returned to being mostly soft. With a deep breath, he considered the biggest priority to be handled before he left for the day.
Rogan loved his job much more than he’d expected he would when he’d left the field. He hadn’t anticipated the amount of joy that being a teacher would bring. Recently, he’d begun to reflect on how his enthusiasm over being Tate’s Daddy seemed to be a direct correlation to the fulfillment he received when he had a positive effect on a student. It had been Tate who’d seen that quality in him, and he’d forever be grateful that through even the most awful of circumstances, there had still been something good that shone through.
Rogan glanced at the time at the bottom of his computer screen and chuckled to himself. Here he was, even as he’d acknowledged that he had plenty to do before his workday was over, already counting the minutes before he could leave and get home to his boy. He halted his thoughts from drifting to the unscheduled special stop he’d be making later. His damn erection had finally gotten under control. He certainly didn’t need to start fighting that battle again.
After spending the next several minutes sifting through recruit applications, he set them to the side. His mind kept drifting to the non-sexual part of his check-in with Tate. He’d never pressure him, but he hoped that someday Tate would discover something he’d enjoy doing beyond being Rogan’s boy.
Not that they needed the money. Rogan had been completely honest when it came to that. His unique skillset combined with his seniority meant they could lead a comfortable life even if Tate never contributed a dime. They wouldn’t be buying a luxury mansion, but that didn’t matter. He’d reached the conclusion that his worries over how wealthy Cam had been didn’t matter to his boy.
What mattered to Tate was attention and love. Not things.
Rogan’s cell phone came to life, and he noted his dad was calling. Not that they never talked, but his mom was usually the one he regularly spoke with. His gut tightened, worry building inside that maybe something was wrong.
“Hey, Dad. How are you doing?”
“Hi. Am I catching you at a bad time? I took a chance that you might be on your lunch break.”
“As a matter of fact, I am. Is everything okay?”
That concern needed to be put to the side before they moved on.
“Oh yes. Nothing of that nature.”
“What about Kathy?” The last time he’d spoken to his mom, she’d said Kathy might be moving back home for a while until she decided what to do next now that her and Norm were divorcing.
“She’s doing as well as can be expected. I still want to wring Norm’s neck for cheating on her,” his dad growled.
“Yeah. You and me both.” Rogan cleared his throat. “Has she decided to head back to Watertown?”