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I thought that was probably the point.
Stepping into the only available stall, I quickly unfastened my pants and pulled them down to my thighs. Ignoring my persistent hard-on, I leaned over slightly and reached behindme. I was doing this again, and I was going to make my Daddy proud.
I counted each stroke in my head as I slid the plug in and out of my hole, never letting it slide all the way out. I’d already coated it in more lube half an hour ago, so I was all good to go. I was going to be so good for Daddy.
By the fifteenth slide, I was getting so worked up I was afraid I’d come if I kept it up. I paused for a second—Daddy hadn’t said I couldn’t—then pulled it back and slid it all the way forward for number sixteen. I felt as though Daddy himself was fucking me, commanding my every movement, and my orgasm was building. I clenched my teeth to fight it off.
Seventeen, and I fisted my free hand where I was holding it against my thigh to keep my balance. I couldn’t come. Not now.
I took a deep breath, thought of Brussels sprouts, then quickly slid the plug in and out three more times.
I exhaled loudly, and I couldn’t hold back the quiet moan that fell from my lips. Daddy was trying to kill me. Either that, or he was trying to humiliate me by making me hide in a bathroom stall, where anyone could overhear, and fuck my hole raw. The last one seemed more likely, and as much as I hated to admit it, this whole scenario—humiliation included—was getting me so amped up I was going to explode any minute.
Time to call it a night; Tristan could get my story later.
I washed my hands, sent my Daddy a quick text, then headed back out to say goodbye to my friends.
Chapter twelve
Sam
Thank you for fucking me, Daddy.
Holy shit. Cameron was the one for me; I had absolutely no doubt. Our chemistry was fire—I’d even sensed it in person. It wouldn’t take much for me to want to consume him, body and soul. To love him for a lifetime.
But for now, I was going to show him I could be his perfect Daddy.
I was reclined against the headboard of my bed and still on my phone—rereading one of my favorite C.L. Masterson books, because of course—when another text came twenty minutes later.Home, Daddy. I did everything you said.
I quirked an eyebrow.And you’re sure you didn’t come?
No, Daddy. I promise I didn’t. It was so hard not to, though. I felt like you were fucking me with every stroke.
I pressed the heel of my hand against my dick and moaned. I’d forbidden him from coming, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t. Plus, one of the benefits of being a trans guy? Multiple orgasms.
But . . .
Good boy. But god, that’s so fucking hot.
Thank you, Daddy. I loved our secret night together.
I could hear him flirting, and I was eating that shit up with a spoon.I loved it, too, baby.I don’t know why I said it; I’d sent the endearment off without thinking. But it felt right.You did so good for me.
What would please you now, Daddy?
God, he really was perfect for me.You may now take out the plug. Get cleaned up and ready for bed, then get in bed and text me again.
Do I get to come tonight, Daddy? I’m so horny for you.
I bit my lip, considering it. I couldn’t let him dictate the rules, but hehadbeen a good boy. But on the other hand, if I gave in now, what kind of Daddy would I be? I hadn’t intended to let him come at all tonight.I don’t think so, sweet boy. This is your punishment for teasing me earlier.
Not fair!
I sucked in a breath.Do I have a brat on my hands? Do I need to punish you further? Maybe you don’t want to come for a week . . .
I waited for his response, knowing I was baiting him.NO, Daddy! I’ll be so good, I promise!
A grin spread across my face.Oh, I know you will, boy. But I can’t let you talk back to me. So for that, go into the bathroom. Remember, you must follow my instructions exactly.
