Page 115 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
That blush intensified. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“Let’s be on our way.” I turned abruptly, taking a breath before stalking into the living room, where I’d pushed the coffee table aside, lit a fire, and planted a chair at the front of the room, just to the side of the TV, facing the couch. I’d cued up a video on the screen, which was currently paused at the perfect spot.
Stopping abruptly, I felt Cameron nearly crash into me before he caught himself. Because I was still facing away from him, I allowed myself a smirk before schooling my features and turning around.
“Now, boy, you will do as I command tonight. All these men here have their eyes on you, but you belong to me alone, don’t you, boy?”
His cheeks were glowing, and I loved that he was so into this scene. “Yes, Daddy. I’m only yours. Always.”
God, such a perfect answer. “Good boy. I say we let these men look as much as they’d like, but only my hands can touch that sexy body. Would you like that, boy? Do you like being on display in front of everyone?”
He swallowed visibly, nodding. “Yes, Daddy, I do. And I want to be so good for you.”
“Oh, boy, you will be. I’m certain of that. And if you’re not, well, that’s what discipline is for.” I let a devious smirk turn up my lips, and his eyes widened, just a little. If I wasn’t so unwilling to share him with others, I might have had to find a club and reenact this scenario exactly. As it was, this role play was enough. And it was goddamn hot.
I walked over to the couch and tossed a cushion on the floor in front of it. “Kneel here, boy, while we enjoy the show.”
His brow furrowed, but he did as instructed, and once I’d settled into the couch with him between my legs, I reached for the remote and pressed play.
Over the past few months, Cameron and I had been exploring our kinks together using a wide variety of porn. We had our favorites, but today, I wanted something a little different. Something we might actually see at a kink club like the one we were pretending to patronize today.
The video I’d found was perfect. It even looked like the actors were on a stage.
I glanced down at Cameron as the scene began and smiled. His eyes were glued to the TV, his mouth open just a little. Confident he was ready, I adjusted in my seat, wincing at the plug in my ass as I turned my attention back to the screen.
Three men stood on a stage. One man was large, muscled, and wore leather pants, a harness, and heavy black boots. He stood to the left of what appeared to be a spanking bench of sorts, but one built to accommodate two people side-by-side. Two subs, as it were, because the two twinks on the right were dressed the part.
The subs wore matching jocks in white, thin strips of fabric that barely covered their hard cocks. They were facing the audience with their hands clasped behind their backs, much like Cameron had been standing in the kitchen, waiting for me. That thought alone had my dick craving attention.
“You boys have been naughty, haven’t you?” came from the screen, and I heard Cameron gasp. Given the video’s description, I’d suspected this scene would be similar to the one that had prompted us to get into bed that first night we were together, and I was right.
The subs were nodding. “Yes, Master.”
Master reached behind him and pulled out a crop, tapping it on his palm. Two pairs of eyes shot wide at the sight. “And whatwas your infraction, boys?” He nodded to the one closest to him. “You first.”
He swallowed once before answering. “You found us making out in bed.”
Master raised an eyebrow. “And?”
The other boy spoke. “And we were rubbing each other, getting each other off.”
Master nodded, his gaze piercing. “Were you allowed to touch each other?”
Both subs shook their heads, answering in unison, “No, Master.”
The bigger man nodded, stepping forward to tap that crop against the bench now. “And you know when you break the rules, you are punished. Is that correct?”
Again, the subs answered in unison. “Yes, Master.”
Master froze, staring them down. “And what punishment do you receive for touching without permission?”
The boy on the far right answered quickly. “Twenty swats, Master.”
Master eyed the other boy. “Is that right?”
He quickly nodded. “Yes, Master. Twenty swats.”
The Dom took another step toward them, even with the edge of the dual spanking bench now. I reached down, placing a hand on Cameron’s shoulder, my fingers brushing his collarbone so I could better feel his reactions. He was already tense as he anticipated what was coming next, and I grinned. “Hm, I think you are both right. But that’s for your first infraction. And this has happened before, hasn’t it?”
