Page 34 of Spencer's Satisfaction
I have to force my brain to engage enough to get the words out. “Yes. I…yes.”
Spencer’s answering groan is deep and I can almost feel it rumbling through me. “Are you going to be a good boy and come in your diaper for Daddy?”
Holy shit.
Is it normal to get as turned on by that concept as I am right now?
Maybe later I’ll question both my reaction and how dangerously close it feels to Spencer crossing his own lines about sex and Little time, but I trust that he knows that I’m in my adult headspace and, if he wasn’t comfortable with what he’s suggesting, he wouldn’t have said it.
My breathing catches and I’m unable to help rocking my hips up towards my hands. My brain almost explodes with the jolt of pleasure I feel at the sensations that causes.
“Tony?” The arousal that’s been present in his voice is muted now, replaced by concern. “Was that too much?”
“No!” I cry out, then swallow and will my racing heart to calm down. At a more reasonable volume, I repeat, “No. I…fuck, Spencer, I…I’m gonna…”
“Oh,” I can hear his relief, and then his smile, “you really liked that idea, huh?”
I whine wordlessly.
“Okay, okay,” he soothes, then continues, “because you’ve been such a good boy, Daddy’s gonna let you mess your diaper with your cum.”
Yeah, wewillneed to talk about this. But not right now. Right now, I’m too lost in the pleasure rocketing through me.
I moan and rock my hips up again, already feeling my balls tightening.
“Imagine I’m there with you, baby. Imagine I’m rubbing your cock through your diaper.”
If I’d thought just applying pressure was blissful, it’s nothing in comparison to the fireworks in my veins when I start doing just that.
“How does that feel, angel?” his breathing is back to that heavy panting. He sounds strained. “Are you close? Because I sure as fuck am.”
“I…I’m…Spencer…it feelssogood!”
“Good, baby. That’s…mmmpph…so,” he pauses to breathe heavily, “good…to hear…”
Hearing him unraveling only adds to my bliss. I start thrustingandrubbing and then I’m crying out, seeing stars, unloading into my underwear in a way I haven’t done since my early teens.
Except it’s not underwear. It’s a diaper.
I just made a mess in my diaper.
And, okay, I’ve read enough to know that ‘messing’ is something entirely different, but I’m never going to dothat, so I’m just going to redefine the word ‘mess’ here in my head. Because, as I soften and squirm a little, still pushing down the material, I can’t think of a better word for what I’ve just done.
“Tony? Baby, are you alive over there?” Spencer’s voice is soft but still perfectly audible in my earbuds.
“Uh huh,” I manage, suddenly feeling sleepy and sated. I silently lament that I missed hearing him come, but I can imagine it well enough, having exchanged a few orgasms together since that first night in this very bed.
“Are you sleepy now, angel? It’s been a big evening for you, hasn’t it?”
“Mmmhmm,” I agree.
He laughs lightly. “All right. I’m going to let you go to bed. I…” He stops himself, then clears his throat. “Thank you for sharing this with me, Tony. Goodnight, sweetheart.”
I don’t even know if I manage to return the farewell before my heavy eyelids close and dreamland claims me.
* * *
I wake with a start in the middle of the night, my bladder screaming at me for not having visited the bathroom before I went to bed. Having a full bottle of milk beforehand probably didn’t help, either.
