Page 38 of The Cult

“Please,” Abel begged again.

I slid my hand all the way down to the base of his shaft.

“Fuck …” Abel’s eyes rolled back, fluttering through partially closed lids.

I ran my hand from his chest up to his chin, forcing his head up.

“Don’t stop,” he whispered when I let go of his cock. He attempted to look down, perhaps to check where my hand had gone, but I tightened my grip on his neck once again. Goosebumps covered his neck, and an incoherent protest escaped his beautiful red lips. Abel shivered under my touch when I cupped his balls. I tugged them away from the base of his cock, revealing the entire length of his impressive dick. I wonder what he tastes like? No fucking way I was sticking that piece in my month. No fucking way. I slid my palm up to the head of his dick, spreading the leaking pre-cum from the slit with my thumb.

He gasped, his legs shaking.

“Do you like that, boy?” The question left my mouth before I could stop myself. I let go of his neck momentarily, allowing him to speak.

“Yes,” he panted. “Very much, Tobias.”

That was close to what I wanted to hear, but not quite. Dominance during sex turned me the fuck on. The power play was what got me off—one of the few kinks I had when it came to pleasing and being pleased. I lowered my head to his ear then bit his lobe. “It’s Daddy to you. You hear that, boy?”

He nodded repeatedly. “Yes, Daddy.”

Music to my ears. “Good boy.” I rubbed my thumb across the head of his cock while spitting saliva on it. Abel’s legs twitched from my touch, his cock flexing. “You have a big dick, boy.” I twisted up and down his shaft, occasionally releasing my choke on him enough for him to catch his breath. I kept an even pace, twisting and tugging his hard cock.

“Faster,” he groaned. His legs twitched uncontrollably. “I wanna come.”

“No,” I said, stopping mid-stroke. My hand traveled up to his chest, pinching his pink nipple.

Abel winced. “Ahhh.”

“Shhh!” I muffled his voice with my hand.

He bobbed his head.

“I’ll tell you when you can shoot your load,” I whispered in his ear before darting my tongue to lick his neck. The taste of him made my cock swell. I glanced down at my jeans—the zipper was halfway down from the pressure of my thickening erection. “Do you understand that?”

“Yes,” Abel answered.

“Yes, what?” I clamped his nipple harder, causing him to squirm.

“Yes, Daddy.”

I tapped his cheeks before resuming my slow torment.

“Thank you, Daddy,” he uttered when my hand got reacquainted with his slick cock. “I’ll be a good boy for you.”

Abel had no clue what his words were doing to me. Demanding that he call me Daddy had been an experiment to see how the label would sound coming from a man, and somehow that single word sounded fucking incredible coming from him. Abel knew how to play the part too. I didn’t know my way around dicks other than mine, so I did what I knew would send me over the edge. I shortened my strokes, focusing on the head of his dick. I knew based on personal experience that the slower pace would keep his orgasm at bay. I rubbed circles around the head of his cock with my thumb.

Abel reached down to take his dick.

“What is that?” I asked before swatting his hand away.

“Sorry, but I wanna come,” he said.

“Not until I say so.” I released his neck and pushed his chin up. “Open your eyes and look at me.”

The sight of him drunk in lust turned me on in ways I never thought possible.

Abel whimpered, moaning in agreement. I held his chest; his skin was scorching hot. I pushed him back against the wall. “Hands behind your head,” I ordered, pressing my cheek against his. “Now.”

As expected, he obeyed, cradling the back of his neck with his hands, exposing all of him. He was so far gone, he would’ve jumped off the cliff if I asked him to.

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