Page 44 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
You are so goddamn sexy.
I bet you hurt so much it feels like pleasure.
I can hear you writhing on your bed, baby.
Just imagine if I was there with you, controlling every orgasm you had.
I stopped, because that last thought was terrifying. But his scream told me it had pushed him over the edge another time.
“Keep going,” I whispered again, and he started sobbing. It was a glorious sound, the sound of submission, and I wished I had another orgasm in me.
But this was about him now. And I was going to get him over the finish line.
“One more, baby,” I uttered under my breath, and his cries intensified. I wanted to be there to taste his tears, bask in hissubmission, in his pain and pleasure I knew was morphing into this other thing, this intensely beautiful ecstasy he deserved. I wanted to give him everything.
“Daddy, please . . . I can’t . . .” He was gasping, struggling, fighting to do as he was told.
“Breathe, baby. Just breathe. Daddy’s right here. You’ve got this. You can do this.” I took a breath then deepened my voice with the command of the man I now knew I was. “Come.”
He groaned, softer this time, but I could almost feel his release. I had done that to him. I had worked him up so much that he came three times in a row.
His sweet submission was so thick I could barely breathe.
Heavy breaths were soon all I heard over the line. “Daddy . . . Daddy, thank you.”
I shook my head, coming back to myself with his words. I’d said too much over the phone. What if he recognized my voice as Sam’s?
After a few steadying breaths, I typed out a text.You were so good for me, boy. You followed directions beautifully.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
Now get up, and go get ready for bed. Those endorphins will wear off soon, and those poor abused nipples will really start to make their presence known.
As if on cue, he moaned, and this time, I felt his pain. But I couldn’t back down now. Not if I was really going to be his Daddy. “It hurts, Daddy. So bad. Can I please take them off now? I was so good—you said I was.”
“You were.” I cleared my throat to stop myself from talking further then went back to texting.But you know the rules. I suggest you hurry, boy. Leave the phone here if you need to. And don’t you dare skip a step.
Given the scrambling I heard on the other end of the line, I knew he’d jumped up and ran to the bathroom at my command. Cameron was such a natural boy.
Deciding I had a few minutes, I took my phone with me into my bathroom and readied for bed myself. But I kept it on speaker, albeit muted, so I could hear every sound.
As expected, Cameron picked up the phone in record time. I’d only just had time to floss and brush my teeth before he came back on the line.
“All done, Daddy! Can I take them off now?”
I smiled to myself. He was adorable, but I couldn’t help but have just a little more fun.Good boy. Now, did you brush your teeth *and* floss?
“Yes, Daddy!”
Did you wash your face?
He growled, and I stifled a laugh. “Come on, Daddy, please! I promise, I’m all ready for bed. I didn’t skip any steps. I even washed between my legs and put on my sleep shorts, and now I’m in bed, under the covers. Is that enough detail for you? Because I’m hurting so bad, Daddy. Please. Can I please take them off?”
I let him hear my low, deep chuckle, and I whispered my next words because I wanted to say them out loud. “Yes, boy. Unclamp those nipples for Daddy. Let me hear how you feel when they’re off.”
A little rustling, then: “Holy fucking shit! Daddy, they hurt so much worse! And that was just one!”
I stifled a chuckle, knowing my slightly higher-pitched laugh would give me away.I know, baby. They’ll hurt for a little bit until the blood starts flowing again. You’ll be just fine.
