Page 47 of Saving Little Clark

Eventually, his breathing evened out, interspersed with the occasional shuddery sigh. I tucked him more securely against my chest, guiding his head to rest over the steady thump of my heart.

"There, there," I murmured. "It's alright. Let Daddy take care of you, just like I promised."

With a careful shimmy, I managed to pull the covers up and over us both, cocooning him in patchwork wool and body heat.

"Love you, Daddy," he mumbled, barely coherent.

"And Daddy loves you, baby boy," I whispered back.

He sighed, a content little puff of air right over my chest. And then, between one breath and the next, he slipped into sleep, his sweet face slackening into innocence.

Leaning in, I brushed my lips over each of his eyelids, just to feel the delicate flutter of his lashes. He snuffled in sleep, nose scrunching adorably, but didn't wake.

"I'll love you forever," I breathed, my most sacred vow in the twilit hush of our bedroom.

My voice caught, thick with emotion. I pressed on regardless, needing him to hear it. To know it in his bones, even in sleep.

I slowly drifted awake the next morning, light filtering softly through the curtains. I became aware of the warm body nestled against me, back pressed to my chest. Clark. My boy. My love.

Lazy contentment filled me as I savored the feel of his smooth skin against mine, the gentle rise and fall of his breath. I nuzzled into his neck, breathing in his scent. Earthy and musky, uniquely him.

As I cuddled closer, I felt him push his ass back, grinding against me. He was already hard and eager. I smirked and gave his ass a playful swat. "Someone's feeling frisky this morning," I murmured in his ear.

He let out a little whimper, pressing back more insistently. "Can you blame me, Daddy? Waking up next to you..." He captured my hand and guided it to his ass.

I traced circles on his skin, considering. "I have a proposition for you. If you're a good boy today, maybe later I'll reward you with a few spanks before I fuck you nice and slow. How does that sound?"

Clark shivered, his breathing speeding up. "Oh god, yes Daddy. Please."

"Ah ah," I tutted. "Later. If you behave."

"But I was so well behaved for you yesterday," he pouted, wiggling his ass enticingly against my crotch. "Didn't I earn a reward already?"

I made a show of thinking it over, biting back a smile as my dick twitched. "I suppose you have a point. Alright, you've twisted my arm."

Propping myself up on an elbow, I let my hand drift down to caress the perfect globes of his ass. He held his breath in anticipation. I brought my palm down in a smack. He jumped and let out a moan.

"Count," I ordered. Another spank.

"One!" He gasped out. Smack. "Two!" His voice was already going breathy.

I continued raining measured slaps on his tender ass, the blows gradually increasing in intensity as he counted each one obediently, his voice growing breathier with each number.

"Six!... Ah! Seven!" He was trembling now, hips twitching with each impact. I paused, massaging the reddened skin.

"Do you want me to stop?" I checked in, not wanting to push him too far.

"No!" he begged. "Please, I need more, Daddy."

Desire surged through me at his plea. I resumed the spanking with greater purpose. The sharp sounds rang out in the quiet room, accompanied by his escalating moans.

"Ah... Ten!" His voice broke on the final number, his hands fisting the sheets as he shook.

I gentled my touch, rubbing soothingly over his hot, sensitized skin. "Shh, you did so well, sweetheart. You took your spanking so beautifully for me." I pressed kisses along his spine as he gulped in ragged breaths. "Such a good boy. I'm going to make you feel so good now."

Nudging his thighs further apart, I settled between them, covering his body with my own. I nuzzled into his neck, licking and nipping at the sweat-dampened skin as I reached for the lube on the nightstand. Slicking up my fingers, I circled his hole teasingly before pushing one digit inside.

Clark let out a low groan, arching back into the penetration. I worked my finger in and out, gradually adding a second, taking my time opening him up. By the time I eased a third finger alongside the others, he was panting harshly, hips rocking back eagerly.

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