Page 43 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
Then my phone rang, an audio-only call through the app. My heart stuttered as I picked it up.
Cameron moaned, and I had to bite back my own, my hand tossing aside the vibrator and returning between my legs to tugon my rather respectable t-dick. Then I issued my one-word command in the deepest voice I could muster. “Talk.”
“It hurts, Daddy. It hurts so bad.” Cameron moaned again, and the sound pulled a second orgasm out of me. My body jerked on the bed, and my eyes squeezed shut, imagining him writhing under the pain of the clamps.
Once I’d recovered enough and wiped my hand on a tissue from my nightstand, I couldn’t resist texting him orders.Tell me what hurts, baby. Tell me how it makes you feel.
I heard another moan, then: “Daddy, my nipples hurt so bad. I feel like the clamps are going to rip them right off. But I love that I hurt for you. I feel like such a good boy for you right now. I love knowing you demanded this of me.”
I couldn’t stifle my moan as I hurriedly typed out a text.You *are* such a good boy for me. Now remember my instructions—those clamps stay on until you’re in bed for the night. And you’re to stay on the phone with me until then, okay, boy?
A second passed, then he spoke on a groan. “Yes, Daddy.”
Okay, then. Remember to count for me.
His answering moan lit me on fire, and I took my dick between my thumb and forefinger and jerked it slowly, running my fingers up and down its length. I wanted to come again so badly, and I almost did when he started counting.
“One.” He whimpered. “Oh, Daddy, it hurts so bad, but it feels so good. I can’t do thirty. I just can’t.”
You can, boy, and you will. Because I ordered you to do it.One-handed typing was challenging.
“Shit. Okay, Daddy. Two. Three. Four.” He continued counting rhythmically, punctuated by moans, whimpers, and sobs along the way.
At twenty, he shouted and paused his count. “Daddy, please! I need to come for you! I am so hard, Daddy. Please, please, please,” he begged, sobbing, and I nearly came a third time.
Not wanting to fool with my phone so I could keep up my steady stroking, I growled out in a feral whisper, “No.”
He sobbed loudly then resumed his count. I could hear the bedsheets rustling as he no doubt writhed on the bed, willing his body to stave off his orgasm. Holy shit, this was the hottest thing I’d ever done.
“Thirty!” he cried, breaking into my thoughts. He was full-out bawling at this point. “Daddy, it hurts so bad! I hurt so bad for you! I need to come so bad, Daddy. So bad. Please, Daddy. So bad.”
He was babbling nonsense, but I understood. Yet I was just enough of a sadist to make him keep going.Boy, you will not come. Not yet. Keep rubbing your nipple with one hand and suck three fingers of the other. Get them nice and wet, baby, because this will be all the lube you get.
His moan undid me. I groaned under my breath as another orgasm hit. This was going to be a record-setting night.
Sounds of him sucking his own fingers had my still-hard dick throbbing between my stroking ones. It was getting too sensitive, but I didn’t care. I was going to come one more time before this was over. I was too turned on not to.
I heard his fingers pop out of his mouth, and he was still whimpering, but it sounded like he had the crying under control.
Touch yourself now, boy. Stroke it for me. Then come.
“Daddy,” he moaned, the word drawn out and seductive. I pinched my dick between my fingers to hold my orgasm off. I wanted to come with him. “It won’t be long, Daddy. I’m gonna come for you so soon. It feels so good to rub my sensitive nipplesfor you, even though they hurt. I can’t describe how good it feels, Daddy. I want to pinch them, Daddy. Can I pinch them for you?”
I cursed under my breath, pulling off my dick to type.Pinch them, baby. Make them hurt real good.
I assumed he followed my order because he cried out then started babbling. “Oh, Daddy! I’m going to come for you! Can I come, Daddy, please? I want to come for you so bad. I’m so close, Daddy. Please!”
So I growled out “Come,” and the shout of bliss that erupted from that man had me shooting off a final time. I rubbed my dick until it hurt, but it was worth it. I wanted to hurt with my boy. Share his pain. Connect with him in that small way.
“Daddy! It’s so sensitive now. I don’t think I can keep going. I’ve never been able to orgasm more than twice.”
I lowered my voice and whispered again. “You will tonight.”
“Oh, shit!” he cried again, and his whimpers started back up.
My own arousal sated, I pushed up in the bed to give him all of my focus. And started sending texts, one right after the other.
You are such a good boy for me, Cameron.
