Page 75 of Off-Ice Misconduct
“I’ve barely done anything to you.”
“Have you ever met your finger?God.It’s just … callused in all the right places.” Those are all the words he can get out. After that, it’s just pants and whines.
I slide a second finger in.
“Oh god, oh god. What are the chances you’re merciful, Daddy?”
Daddy.This might not be my first time being called Daddy, but the way he says it is fucking dangerous. Unravels me. Breaks open my darkest parts.
“If I were merciful, you wouldn’t learn anything. You need to know I mean what I say.”
“I have so many regrets.”
I spank his ass again, but this time to direct him. “Spread your legs for me, princess, knees on the bed.”
“Are you gonna fuck me now, Daddy?”
“No. You haven’t earned it yet.”
“Oh, c’mon.”
He sighs like a brat, but follows my instructions to the letter, opening wide for me. The boxers keep him mostly covered, which is good. I don’t think I’d be able to resist him otherwise. McKinnon’s more responsive than I expected, and my dick’s straining against the zipper of my black jeans. The way he looks, legs spread in a frog-like position, his body tense as he resists his urges, the fucking sounds he makes.
Yeah, I’m going to fuck him. I’m going to ruin his amazing ass.
But not tonight.
“Who does this hole belong to, princess?”
“You, Daddy.”
“That’s right. You don’t get to let anyone touch it, not even you, understood?”
“Yes, fuck. Please, please, let me do something. My dick’s leaking.”
I smack his ass hard enough there’ll be a nice handprint there later, despite the cotton “protecting” his bare flesh. He shuts up, and I work his ass over for a good long while until staving off his orgasm is near to impossible. I pull my fingers out when I see tears.
Ace’s chest rises and falls for a few heartbeats as he catches his breath.
“You okay, princess?”
“If I say no, will you give me your cock, Daddy? I can tell you for certain it’s the only cure for my plight.”
I bite my lip to keep myself from laughing. He’s a comedic fucker, and it’s unfortunately got a charming quality. “Nice try.”
He huffs. “Yeah, I’m good, Daddy. Just a boner from hell. It’s my natural state of being around you anyway,” he admits. “Getting used to it.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Up. On your knees.” I rub my jeans-covered cock over his face. “Would you like to suck my cock?”
“So,so, fucking bad. Please?” he asks.
His hands reach for the button, I bat them away.
Dammit, this was my fucking idea, and maybe part of me thought it would scare him away? Fuck, why do I want to scare him away? But the horny little asshole is gagging for my damn cock, and maybe that’s for the best, because my brain turns off and I just wanna fuck his face.
