Page 39 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
I considered leaving that one out of the running, but I’d promised not to lie to Daddy, so I arranged all three plugs on the bed, snapped a photo, and sent it to Stephen, S.M.C., my Daddy. I quickly sent the other requested photo as well.
My skin was nearly vibrating as I waited for his response.How often do you have something up your ass, boy?
I blushed though I knew he couldn’t see me.Not every night, but most nights, Daddy. But not usually for very long, and they aren’t very big.
Do you fuck yourself with a dildo?
I swallowed once.Yes, Daddy. Almost every time.
What do you like about having something up your ass?
My heart was racing as I typed.I love how full I get. I love how sexy it makes me feel. And I love . . .I took a breath and sent what I’d typed so far, wondering if I wanted to divulge this information to a relative stranger. I could barely admit it to myself.
Yes, boy?
I steeled myself with an anchoring breath.I love to imagine a thick cock inside me. I love to imagine someone fucking me. How I would stare into their eyes and they would stare into mine while we made love. Eh, I guess that makes me a romantic.
Well, you *do* write romance novels.
I snorted.True. So which one should I use tonight, Daddy?
I held my breath while I stared at the three dots dancing across the screen.Let’s go with the red one for now. Since you’re new to this. But you’d better believe we’re working up to that rainbow one. We can have so much fun with that.
I smiled, then another text came in.
Okay, you all set, boy? Color?
Green, Daddy. I want to do this for you. I’m excited.What a fucking understatement. My stomach was swirling in anticipation. I doubted I’d be able to eat anything tonight.
I could almost feel his smirk through the phone.Good boy. You’re so good for me, and I’m so proud of you. Now get going—I wouldn’t want you to be late for our fun night.He capped it off with a smirking emoji, and I had to force myself off the bed. I just wanted to rub my dick until I exploded. But Daddy’d said no coming tonight.
Dammit.
***
After I’d cleaned myself out, washed up again in the shower, and prepped my hole with three fingers and a ton of lube, I stood in front of my bathroom mirror and just stared at myself for a moment before I went back to my bed to insert the plug I was required to wear tonight. I had a Daddy, and I was doing something to please him. I could not believe my luck. First seeing Sam again, and now this. This was definitely my lucky day.
I picked up the plug gingerly, coating it generously with lube before taking it to the bed and getting on all fours to ease it in. I had practice inserting my small dildo—nothing more than an inch in diameter—with regularity, but I’d prepped long enough to know I could get this one in without hurting myself.
I bore down as I pressed it against my hole until it breached the surface. Then I froze as I breathed out, letting my body adjust. After a second, I started pressing again, slowly, until it was fully seated inside me.
After a few calming breaths, I stood and went over to my closet to check out how I looked in my full-length mirror. From the front, of course, I looked no different. But I felt like a completely new man.
I turned my back to the mirror, twisting to look over my shoulder, to see if I could spy the base of the plug. And sure enough, that strip of red silicone was nestling snuggly betweenmy cheeks. Holy fucking hell. That was hotter than I’d imagined it would be.
My hand started to drift between my legs, but then I remembered Daddy’d said no touching, so I clenched both hands into fists at my sides. I was going to obey Daddy tonight, follow all his rules.
If I followed the rules, maybe, at the end of all this, he’d want to keep me.
I blinked at the thought, my eyes wide. Shit, that was what I really wanted, wasn’t it?
***
“So how was yoga?”
Tristan’s arm slid around my shoulders in the large booth of Mix It Up. Attending our club’s biweekly meetups and the occasional Kink Night this bar hosted every other week was as far as I’d delved into the kink scene. Well, except for my current internet affair with S.M.C.
I adjusted in my seat to get more comfortable, but then the plug jostled itself inside me. I sucked in a breath I hoped Tristan couldn’t hear. “It was great. You actually wouldn’t believe who was there.” I wiggled my eyebrows at him.
