Page 118 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
“Yes, Daddy,” he cooed before turning around, bending over, and spreading his cheeks wide. Fuck, that was hot.
I reached for the plug inside him, gripping the base. “Okay, boy. You will count aloud as I fuck you—we’re going to thirty tonight. And you remember what to say at the end, correct?”
“Yes, Daddy. I say, ‘Thank you for fucking me.’”
I nodded. “Good boy. And remember, no coming. Now let’s begin.” I tugged on the base, pulling the plug out halfway before pushing it back in.
Cameron’s “one” was breathy and delightful.
I sped up, and his count quickened with me, increasing in volume. He was nearly shouting when I got to twenty-eight, and I leaned in. “Just two more, boy. You can do this.” Then I shoved those last two in hard, hitting him right where I knew would make him see stars and drawing out a sensual moan.
“Thirty . . . Daddy,” he eked out between gasps. “Thank . . . you . . . Daddy.”
“And what are you thanking me for?” I wanted to hear him say it in that breathy, seductive voice.
“Thank you . . . for . . . fucking me . . . Daddy.”
I grinned as he collapsed in my lap, and I held him. My ass was tender from the plug, but I hugged him tight. I still couldn’t believe this incredible man had chosen me.
When he’d caught his breath, I lifted him to standing. “Present.”
His eyes shot wide, but he dutifully turned around, showing me his gorgeous ass once again.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I praised, caressing his round cheeks. Then I squeezed the right one as I leaned over so I could see his face. “Maybe I should redden it for you.”
Cameron tensed beneath my hand then started squirming. “I think you need to, Daddy. I was very naughty.”
My breath caught. Was he about to confess something, or was this part of the role play? Either way, I couldn’t wait to find out. I released his ass and spun him to face me where I was still sitting on the couch. “Oh? How were you naughty, boy?”
Cameron bit his lower lip and blushed. “I’m sorry, Daddy. But when we went to the club yesterday”—okay, so this was role play—“I got myself off as I watched the spanking demonstration.”
I put on my stern face, loving the turn this was taking. “You did?”
He nodded, the personification of contrition. “Yes, Daddy. When that Dom was spanking his sub with that paddle, I snuck my hand down my pants and jacked off.”
I stood up, looking down at him and crossing my arms. “That was very naughty, boy. Did you have permission to come last night?”
Cameron’s head was shaking. “No, Daddy.”
“But you did it anyway?”
He nodded, his eyes downcast and sorrowful. Who knew my sexy Cameron was such an amazing actor? “Yes, Daddy. It was just so hot—I couldn’t help it.”
“I think you could’ve, but you didn’t want to. You wanted to be punished, didn’t you?”
“No, Daddy!”
I narrowed my eyes at him, and his widened before his shoulders dropped.
“Yes, Daddy, I’m sorry. I wanted you to spank me.”
I nodded, considering my options. My hand alone wouldn’t quite give the vibe I was going for.
But then I knew how to make this work. “Okay, boy, Daddy will give you the spanking you need.” Then I leaned in, flashing that evil smirk I knew he secretly loved. “But you’re not going to like it.”
My boy gasped, and I breathed in the gush of air. “What are you going to do, Daddy?”
I straightened. “First, you will lean over that chair and present your ass to me and everyone here until I tell you otherwise. I have some things to do to prepare.” I nodded to the chair next to the TV I’d set up earlier. This would work for the demonstration portion of our role-play evening.
