Page 42 of Part-Time Daddy

“Seems like my boy has a problem following the rules,” he begins, walking around the couch until his bare feet stop in front of my face. “And here I was thinking about ice cream desserts and what kind of reward I should give you for behaving so well today. I’d come up with a few ideas while cleaning up our mess. I was coming to talk to you about them. Instead, I walk in here to find you humping the floor, disobeying Daddy’s rules so soon.”

“But, Daddy…” I start to explain how this is partially his fault for leaving me with blue balls all day, how sexy he looked in the kitchen, and how I can’t help it—but the words fail me when Daddy’s other eyebrow lifts, daring me to argue.

“Good boys follow the rules,” he says.

Pressing on my forearms, I move to sit. “I’m a good boy, Daddy. I promise! It just felt good. I wasn’t going to come.”

Daddy lifts his hand, rubbing it over his jaw as he hums thoughtfully. “I think you need a reminder of why you should follow Daddy’s rules.”

Silently, I watch Daddy sit on the couch, right in the center. Leaning back, Daddy spreads his legs apart. He grabs one of my teddy bears from the side, places it by his thigh, and then gestures to me. “Come here, Tanner.”

The way he says my name has an uncomfortable feeling rolling through my stomach. Unwilling to disobey him, knowing it will only make whatever punishment he has planned worse, I scramble to my feet and step toward him. Standing between his spread stance, I ask, “Here?”

“For now,” he says vaguely. His hands land on my hips, fingers dancing over the waistband of my pants and undies. It tickles slightly, but not enough for me to stop him. “I know you’ve been struggling today, baby bat. I had so many wonderful ideas for how I could give you what you need.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Not yet, but you will be.” His eyes tilt to mine, pupils dilating in the center. “What’s your safeword?”

“Lestat.”

My breath rattles on a shaky exhale as Daddy’s fingers dip into the waistband, pulling my pants to mid-thigh in one quick movement. With deft fingers, he slides them farther down until they drop to my ankles. “Kick those off,” he commands.

My pants fly to the side of the room while he reaches for my shirt, slowly dragging it over my head. I shiver from the cool air.

The contrast of Daddy fully dressed, his greedy eyes tracking over my skin while I’m in nothing but my birthday suit, sends goosebumps rising over my skin.

“Beautiful, baby bat,” he praises. “Now come sit on my lap. Back to my chest. I think it’s time for you to learn a lesson.”

FIFTEEN

Tanner’s erectionbobs as he enthusiastically climbs onto my lap. The cut head is red and pearling with a tiny drop of precum. His bare thighs drape over my legs as his back settles against my chest.

“You have two options,” I tell him. “You can either sit on your hands or lace them behind my neck. Decide now.”

He deliberates for a few seconds, then raises his arms in the air, tilting them back until his forearms land on my shoulders and his hands encircle my neck. The decision forces me to lean closer, my chin almost touching his shoulder, the perfect distance for my breath to brush his ear as I speak.

Tanner’s body trembles against me, uncertainty and excitement likely warring as he awaits his fate.

I had visions of my hands running over his perfect form, my lips dancing over his skin, causing blood to rise to the surface as he endured a slow seduction. As I washed the dishes and wiped the kitchen table, I’d pictured my mouth wrapped around his cock while he cried out, unable to endure the pleasure silently, until he flooded my mouth with his sweet cum.

I know we’ve both been on edge all day, all the kissing and touching bringing us to DEFCON levels of need. I had one too many hours to think of all the ways we could end the night together sweaty, satisfied, and covered in cum.

When I found Tanner humping the floor like a sex-crazed fiend, my plans rapidly devolved. Thoughts of rewards transitioning into depraved punishments. Thankfully, we’ve more than covered limits with each other, and I let my plans reform. I watched him quietly, waiting to see how far he would go before I voiced my presence, calculating exactly how I could teach him what it means to belong to Daddy.

Snagging the stuffed bear from the couch, I whisper in Tanner’s ear, “Close your eyes, baby bat.”

An almost imperceptible wiggle joins a wheezing inhale as he follows my directions. Once I’m certain those baby blues are hidden from sight, I raise the bear and run the soft fur down the center of his chest. Tanner jerks forward, gasping as the bear tracks south.

“Daddy, is that my stuffie?” His voice rises in alarm, but there’s a hint of arousal as he breaks his question off with a sigh.

“You’re so desperate and horny, baby bat,” I say into his ear, keeping my voice slightly above a whisper. “Instead of waiting for Daddy to give you pleasure under his hand, you broke the rules.”

He whimpers as I continue tracing the bear over his skin, up the underside of his arms, over his stomach, and down his thighs. Carefully avoiding the one place he wants my touch most, I continue my monologue, “You could have had Daddy’s hands running over your body, could have felt my hand wrap around your baby cock.”

“Daddy, please,” he cries out. “I want it.”

“Uh-huh.” I nip at his ear. Pressing the bear over his erection, I gently bite his neck. “I don’t think you’ve earned my hand, baby bat.”

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