Page 69 of Atlas & Miles
“No matter what happens, baby, you are not to move. If you do, you will only prolong your punishment.”
Got it, no squirming.But fuck, now that I couldn’t, I was so turned on that I wanted to squirm if only to give my dick some relief. Shit.
Atlas rubbed the melting ice into my cooling cheeks now, and the pain from the bruises I’d earned that morning flared under his harsh touch. I hissed but stayed deathly still.
“Good boy.”
I felt him wipe his wet hands on the sheets then reach into the bowl again. Before I could take a breath, I felt a piece of ice at the top of my crack, and I jolted, gasping.
“I’m sorry, Daddy!”
Atlas smacked my right cheek hard.
“Fuck!”
“I told you to stay still, baby.” He hummed. “But in truth, I know you can’t help it. I just thought you’d enjoy being punished for it.”
Damn, Daddy had my number.
“So squirm all you want, and I’ll take it out on your ass.” I couldn’t see him, but I just knew he was smirking. “Color, baby?”
“Green, Daddy, so green.”
He chuckled before pressing the ice he’d left melting at the top of my crack between my cheeks. I shouted as the freezing water trickled down, toward my stuffed hole. Dammit, that was cold as fuck.
He smacked my left cheek before spreading my ass wide. His hands clutched my globes hard, the pain swirling and coalescing inside me, as he did what I could only assume was stare at my plugged hole. What evil thing did he have planned next?
In the next minute, I felt him lick up my chilled crack, and his warm tongue created a startling contrast that had my dick throbbing.Not evil, then.
Once my skin had returned to a somewhat normal temperature, Atlas reached for the plug and started tugging it from me. I cried out as it scraped against my rim, stretching me to my limits before it popped free. I heard a quick pump of lube from the nightstand—within reach of where Atlas sat—before three of his fingers entered me.
I knew it was three because he’d fingered me before, on more than one occasion. That plug had been big enough that three was comfortable, stretched as I was, and at the sensation, I knew I was ready to take his dick. God, I hoped that was his plan.
But apparently my Daddy had something else in mind, because he told me to flip over. In what was no small feat, he kept his three fingers in my ass as I did, and I shuddered as theytwisted inside me, as I relished the feeling of fullness I wasn’t used to.
With his fingers still filling my hole, he reached for the ice bowl again, and I shivered in anticipation of where he’d put the next cube. I knew he’d keep me safe, which was likely why he hadn’t put it directly on—or god, in—my hole, but there were plenty of other sensitive spots on my body that would react strongly to such intense temperature play.
Sure enough, the next ice cube was pressed against my left nipple, and I bucked against my Daddy’s fingers, effectively fucking myself on them. I’d only bottomed a few times, all before Atlas, but even those didn’t feel like this. Because this was my Daddy taking care of me, despite how well he was unleashing the pain I lived for.
“Stay still, boy.” I froze, wary of where his hand would spank me given my sore ass was hidden, scratching against the sheets. My cock suddenly felt extremely exposed. But instead of smacking it with his hand, he pulled the ice off my nipple and teased it along my heated shaft, making me cry out.
“Fuck!”
Atlas just breathed a laugh as he moved the melting ice to my right nipple this time, hardening it instantly. I fisted the sheets so I didn’t squirm—not so much because I didn’t want whatever his punishment would entail but because I wanted to move on to the part where he shoved his dick in my ass. I was fucking feral for it at this point.
“Daddy, please,” I begged, whimpering as he dragged the ice up my shaft again. A shiver ran through me as I watched Atlas put the ice in his mouth then leaned down to kiss up my cock, tiny bites of freezing cold peeking out from between his lips and making me cry out. This was driving me absolutely wild. “Please.”
But instead of raising up and moving to fuck me, he flashed me that signature evil grin and closed his mouth over the head of my dick.
“Goddammit!” I screamed, thankful once again that Atlas had no neighbors nearby. Even warmed by Atlas’s mouth, that ice on the sensitive tip of my cock was excruciating in the best way. “Daddy!”
The heat between us melted the ice quickly—the water dripped down my dick and pooled around my balls, sliding down my crack on its way to the sheets—and soon, the warmth of Atlas’s mouth had chased away the pain, leaving only the most intense pleasure as he sucked my dick like he was trying to suck my soul out of my body. If he’d kept going, I was convinced he would’ve succeeded.
But none too soon, he pulled off, flashing me a grin and pulling his fingers out of my ass. I hated the hollowness I felt in his absence, and the utter desolation had me sobbing. “Please, Daddy,please. I’m so empty—I need you to fill me up. Please.”
“Sweet boy,” Atlas cooed, leaning forward to find my lips with his, and I sunk into the bliss that was his talented mouth on mine. “You were such a good boy for me. You deserve a reward.”
I just nodded as he stretched for more lube, slicked up his cock, then reached down to guide his dick into my stretched hole.
