Page 29 of Atlas & Miles
God, why did that make me even harder?
I swallowed around the tip of his thick cock, and he moaned loudly, wrapping my long hair around his hand and tugging harshly, which ramped up my arousal tenfold. I loved impact play for the pain-pleasure aspect, and this was hitting those exact same notes. Hair pulling was now on my list of “hell yes” kinks, apparently.
He slid out of my mouth only to thrust back in again, all the way to the hilt, and I knew my throat would be sore all night andprobably tomorrow, too. Good thing my job didn’t require a lot of talking.
I was going to need to buy the store out of tea and honey if we were going to do this with any regularity. Oh god, I hoped we would.
Atlas continued fucking my throat for several long minutes, his moans and gasps of pleasure filling the room as I relaxed my throat and just took it, tears streaming down my flushed cheeks like he’d wanted. I didn’t know how long he did it, but I started feeling floaty the longer he fucked my face.
This felt incredible.
After a while, I felt him start to grow impossibly wider in my throat, and I knew he was about to come. As promised, he hauled me off his dick by the hair still wrapped in his grip—shit, I almost blew my load at that—then grabbed his dick to jerk it once, twice before exploding in my face.
I closed my eyes, feeling blissful and utterly degraded that my Daddy was painting my face with his cum. The shame of being used as nothing more than a cum canvas made my dick bob insistently, begging me to pay attention to it. I wonder what Daddy would do if I touched it, just a little . . . ?
“Stop.”
My hand froze on my aching cock instantly, that one word conveying a command stronger than I’d ever heard before—from anyone. My whole body shivered at the sound.
“I didn’t give you permission to touch your little cock, did I?”
I shook my head, warm cum sliding across the corner of my mouth, but I didn’t dare lick it up. I had a feeling I’d get in trouble for that, too. “No, Daddy.”
“That was very naughty, Miles. And naughty boys get punished.”
I nodded slowly, gazing up at him with innocence in my eyes. Who knew if he was buying it or not?
We hadn’t talked about rules or punishments, but impact play was on the table, so I suspected that’s where he would take this. After we’d been together longer—if we ever got there—and had a chance to lay out all our likes, dislikes, and proclivities, I suspected I might get more rules and punishments than I bargained for.
I was here for all of it.
Atlas pulled his sweatpants and boxers down and stepped out of them then headed to his attached bathroom, visible from where I kneeled with a cum-soaked face, presumably to get something he could use to clean me up.
When he came back into the bedroom with what appeared to be a damp washcloth in his hand, a smile on his face, and a smooth, clean, softening dick, I knew I was right. He stepped in front of me, tipped my chin up with the warm towel, and started wiping me down.
“Because we haven’t talked about your comfort level with dried cum, I’m cleaning you up this time. But for next time . . . where do you stand?”
I swallowed hard, closing my eyes so he could clean off my eyelids and forehead more easily. “I’d be honored to wear our cum for as long as you’d let me, Daddy.”
The cloth froze on my cheek, so I opened my eyes to find him staring down at me, wonder in his gaze. “You would?”
I nodded as he finished wiping off the last of his cum and set the washcloth on the nightstand nearby. “Yes. I like the idea of wearing the evidence of what we did, maybe even all day if it’s under my clothes.”
He shifted his weight, and I swore I saw his dick trying to get hard again. “In public?”
Oh, shit, that was an opening. I leaned back on my heels, eyes gazing up at him, dick pointing straight up and straining. “That’s not all I’d like to try in public, actually.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Oh,really?”
I gave him my best shameless grin. “Yes. Maybe we could have some sexy fun at a kink club or something sometime?” I ended it on a question, butterflies swarming inside me before I’d finished speaking.
But fuck, I’d come here because my Daddy had had his cock locked in a cage—he wasn’t vanilla.
“I’d love that, baby.”
My grin only grew wider as Atlas shifted his stance and crossed his arms, hardening his gaze. “Now, I believe my boy is owed a punishment for touching his dick. We’ll have to talk about rules and their corresponding corrections later, but for now, I think someone needs a spanking.”
I shifted my weight, my dick hard enough to pound nails. “Yes, Daddy.”
