Page 32 of Asher's Answer
I swear to God, I’m going to come without even touching myself if he keeps using that tone. “Please,Daddy.”
“Good boy.”
More precum dribbles from my tip and slides down my raging erection, but I know I can’t stroke myself. I’m never allowed to when I’m little. It’s one of Daddy’s rules. A whimper escapes me and I push back against his hand, trying to coerce him into teasing me again.
I almost cry when he takes the hand away completely. He laughs and smacks my ass lightly, a sign to get moving. “I don’t have any lube in here, baby. Let’s go to our room, okay?”
He doesn’t need to tell me twice. I scamper out of the bathroom and across the carpeted living space, down the short hallway that leads to the master suite. I dig out the lube from the bedside table and hold it out with both my arms extended in childlike glee as Daddy saunters through the bedroom door at a more sedate pace, those big fingers of his working the buttons of his sexy dress shirt.
He looks every bit a Daddy tonight. Pressed black trousers and a sky blue dress shirt rolled to his elbows, a little damp and ruffled from having given me a bath. His blue eyes are dark with desire when he looks up at me. Even though we’ve been together for months, the sight of him still takes my breath away.
“I love you, Daddy,” I blurt, unprompted.
His expression softens and he steps forward, abandoning his shirt buttons to kiss me sweetly. “I love you, too, little lamb.”
My heart flutters as it always does when he says those words. After today, they seem even stronger somehow. Cemented by my absolute trust in him.
Our mouths meet again and I lick at the seam of his lips, silently begging to deepen the connection. Daddy opens for me and our tongues dance together. His strong arms pull me flush against him as he takes over, dominating the kiss. I wriggle my hands between us, clumsily trying to undo his shirt, pulling away to cheer in victory when the fabric parts to reveal Daddy’s muscular abdomen.
He laughs and takes half a step back, pulling his rolled up sleeves back down to his wrists so I can push the shirt over his big, strong shoulders. The material slides off his arms and to the floor, then my hands fumble with Daddy’s belt buckle.
“I’ve got this,” he tells me, sounding amused when I make a sound of frustration at the back of my throat. He shoots me a smoldering look. “Get on the bed. On your hands and knees - butt up, head down.”
I scramble to obey, climbing into position in the middle of the mattress and listening to the sounds of him shedding the rest of his clothing. The bed moves as he climbs on behind me and I shiver with anticipation at the feel of his big hands on my ass cheeks.
Instead of reaching for the lube I’ve helpfully left near my leg, Daddy spreads me open and I feel his hot breath ghosting over my hole. Swallowing convulsively, I wait for what’s coming. He doesn’t disappoint and I gasp at the warm, wet sensation of his tongue licking a stripe from my balls and over my taint before he teases my entrance.
I start babbling incoherently when he finally works his tongue inside me, spearing it in and out in a maddeningly slow rhythm. My cock is painfully hard now, leaking profusely, and I rock back against Daddy’s face, not getting nearly enough stimulation out of the tongue-fucking, but not wanting it to stop, either. He works his tongue with practiced ease, loosening me up while he eats me out.
I start begging, completely lost to the exquisite torture of this experience, and I cry out when he pulls away to finally grab the lube.
“Easy, baby; Daddy’s got you,” his words are soothing, but his voice is tight with his own intense need. Thankfully, he doesn’t drag the prep out further, but he praises me while he works two -and then three- fingers in. “You were so brave for me today, Ash. So brave, and your trust in me is so fucking hot. What you do to me…”
I can barely process the words, too horny to properly understand that he’s talking about this afternoon. I moan loudly when he finally buries his cock inside me with one smooth push of his hips.
“My good boy,” he pulls back out and thrusts in deep again, then leans over me, covering my body with his to snake his hand underneath us and grab my weeping dick. Then he tugs me up into a kneeling position, still pumping into me, holding me upright with my back to his chest and his other arm wrapped possessively around my front.
He uses my precum and the remnants of lube from slicking himself up to glide his hand up and down my length. Ecstasy bubbles beneath my skin while he brings his mouth to my ear again. “My sweet, perfect little lamb. I love you so much.”
Oh, my heart.
“Daddy, I-” I don’t even finish the warning. With a twist of his wrist on an upstroke and his cock brushing my prostate, I fly over the edge of my orgasm, coming so hard I think I white out for a moment.
When my brain re-engages, Daddy’s crying out his own release, holding me tightly while his cock swells and spurts inside me. It’s perfect. Everything about today has been perfect.
We’re panting, catching our breaths, and a giggle bursts from my lips. “Daddy,” I complain playfully, “you got me all dirty again.”
He snorts and presses a tired kiss to the sensitive spot behind my ear. “Are you really complaining, baby?”
“Nope.”
Not now, not ever. I have lucked out with this man and I know it.
Chapter Fourteen – Charlie
“You’ve got a spring in your step today,” Max laughs as we start our new shift. We’ve had the weekend off, which happens once a month, and we’re on the early beat this week. It’s ridiculously early -barely 6 a.m.- but I’m on cloud nine because life is good.
I know it sounds ridiculous to be this excited because my boyfriend felt comfortable enough to finally tick the last thing off the list of little experiences he had wanted to try, but it was such a big deal for him. I don’t have the words for how proud I am of him, or how humbled I am that he trusted me enough to finally let go and slide so deeply into little space, but it meant everything to me. And seeing him so happy and confident as a little only makes me happier.
