Page 114 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
Once he was loose enough, I pulled out and reached for the plug. “Okay, Daddy, we’re ready for this. You okay? You still green?”
He nodded, swallowing as he tried to catch his breath. I loved that I’d had that effect on him. “I’m green, baby. Stick it in.”
Fuck.I lubed up the plug and eased it inside him. My three fingers were at least as large as this one if not a little larger, so I knew his ass would have no trouble taking it. And as I’d predicted, the plug slipped right into place.
I wiped my hands on the towel as well. “How does it feel, Daddy?”
He shifted around on the bed, those gorgeous gasps sounding again. “Weird, but I’m getting used to it. I may even like it before the night is out.”
Now it was my turn to gasp. “You’re wearing yours all night?”
His smirk made me want to come on command. Like right now. “And so are you, until I see fit to take it out. Got that, boy? You’re to do as I say, or there will be repercussions.”
I shivered, staring into his eyes intently. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good.” He smacked my ass before slowly pushing off the bed. With that plug, I doubted he’d be sitting much today. “Now go get cleaned up so we can make dinner.”
***
Dinner was . . . interesting. Daddy had put on a T-shirt and loose gray sweatpants he’d already had over here—making me drool, of course—and had helped me make our food, but as we cooked, he’d asked if I’d be willing to try some service kink and serve us our meals naked. Seeing absolutely no reason to safeword out of that, I agreed. I actually found it incredibly sexyto wait on him hand and foot, naked, plugged, and ready for whatever he desired.
After he’d been served, he instructed me to turn around and present myself for inspection. I did, and he left me leaning over with my spread-wide plugged ass facing him for a full minute before releasing me to sit down and eat my own food. We ate in a pleasant silence, catching each other’s glances and smiling while we did.
Afterward, he asked if I’d clean up the meal while he went to set up the living room, telling me to wait until he called for me. I blushed and nodded, jumping to my feet. I cleared the table first, rinsed off the dishes, and set them in the dishwasher. Then I wiped off the table and used some kitchen spray and paper towels on my wooden chair—I mean, come on, I wasn’t going to leave lube and who knew what else on my kitchen furniture. Then I stood in the middle of the room, out of sight of the living room, and clasped my hands behind me to wait.
I stood there for a while, staring at the tiled floor, before my mind started to drift. I thought about what he’d told me of our little scenario, the setup. My dick started hardening as I considered what might happen next. Would he spank me in front of everyone? Fuck me with that plug? Clamp my nipples until they hurt so bad I was sobbing?
God, my mind was whirling with all the possibilities.
“Shit, Cameron, you’re so fucking beautiful,” Sam said from the entrance to the kitchen, and I startled a little at his voice. I’d been so lost in my sexy thoughts that I hadn’t heard him come in. He stepped closer, holding out his hand to me. “Put these on, boy. We’re headed to the club tonight.”
I took the collar and jockstrap he’d mentioned before, ones I’d never seen before. Had he somehow planned all this? There was no way. That would’ve meant he’d bought these things for usearlier, had had them all along, waiting for the perfect moment to pull them out.
But he was Sam, my Daddy, and he’d told me, even as he was walking away last week, that he was in this until I ordered him away. He’d known we’d get here eventually. He’d had enough faith in us for us both. He’d had faith in me.
I slipped into the jock and collar easily, though Sam clasped it behind my neck for me and checked to make sure he could slip two fingers between the leather and my skin. He was always taking care of me.
Then he leaned in close. “You have your safewords, baby, so use them if you need to. Otherwise, our scene starts now.”
Chapter thirty
Sam
My heart was racing as I watched Cameron blush under my heated appraisal. He looked goddamn sexy in nothing but that tiny black mesh jockstrap and matching black collar, a choker I’d procured online a few weeks back. Our dynamic wasn’t full Dom and sub, so I hadn’t ever expected to officially collar him, but I found the sight of him in the accessories I made him wear incredibly arousing.
I lifted his chin with my finger until his gorgeous blue eyes met mine. “You are to follow my instructions exactly, boy, you hear?”
Cameron swallowed hard, nodding.
“I expect you to answer when I ask you a question, boy.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” I resisted pulling him in for a hug because that would break the scene. “You are to stay behind me as we enter the club. Keep your eyes down. You may speak whenever you’d like, but I expect you to address me respectfully.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I nodded my approval. “Excellent, just like that.” I allowed myself a small smile. “You look beautiful tonight, boy. You’re stunning for Daddy.”
