Page 58 of Drag You Down
“There you go,” I whisper. “Just feel it, little lamb. Enjoy it. Daddy will take care of everything.”
I lose track of how many times I’ve hit him when I finally hear it: Levi’s soft sobs.
I settle my hand on his reddened ass, only now noticing how much my palm stings. I stroke the deep red of his ass cheeks and push in gently, drawing a moan out of him.
“My beautiful lamb,” I murmur. “Do you feel better now?”
Levi sniffles. For a long moment, I think he isn’t going to reply, but he finally whispers back, “Y-yes, Daddy.” He squirms, and his erection continues to grind against my thigh.
I help lift him upright and let him settle into my lap. His face is red and splotchy with tears, and he’s so beautiful like this.
I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as Levi.
“Give Daddy a hug, little lamb,” I whisper.
He hesitates, but then he wraps his arms around me. He buries his face against my neck, and I pull him closer so that he can feel safe and warm in my embrace.
It does mean I can feel his insistent erection against my stomach. I kiss the top of his head and stroke his back gently.
“Do you want Daddy to give you pleasure now?” I ask, squeezing his thigh.
“I haven’t earned it. I haven’t earned anything good,” he says, resting his cheek against my shoulder. “That wasn’t penance at all.”
My hatred for Zachariah Carpenter only grows, and I stoke that flame. I look forward to the day when I carve him up and present his heart to Levi as a gift.
“You have earned whatever I say you do,” I say. “You want somebody to judge you, but God will never give you an answer.I can.” I pet the back of Levi’s head, giving him what comfort I can.
“You aren’t a holy man,” he whispers. “You can’t give answers on His behalf.”
“But I’ll give youmyanswers.” I stroke down to Levi’s ass and squeeze. “You can take penance in my arms.”
He squirms and gasps, but he continues to cling to me despite the pain — or maybe he clings to me because of it. His cock is smearing precum across my stomach, leaking steadily, and my own cock is equally hard as I gaze at his face. I gently brush at the tears in the corners of his eyes, bringing my fingers to my lips to taste the salt of them.
Levi shivers, his eyes searching mine.
I kiss him again, then reach for the lube lying next to my pillow. I hand the bottle to Levi. “Get my cock slick, little lamb, so you can ride me.”
“Ride you?” he repeats, brows furrowing. He fumbles with the cap, then tentatively pours some into his hand. He has to shift back so he can more easily get to my cock, and the cool lube slides over it as he starts to run his hand along it. “Like this?”
I groan at the little kitten touches of his hand. He’s never held another man’s cock before. This is his first time doing it, and his inexperience only ramps up my arousal.
“Exactly like that,” I say, kissing his cheek. “You can stroke me as you would yourself.”
Nodding, Levi bites his bottom lip before starting to do just that, his grasp tentative as his hand brings me to full erection.
My cock is throbbing with the need to bury myself inside of his tight hole. I know he has to be sore from the night before, but he wants this as badly as I do.
“Can you get your hole slick for me, too, or do you want me to do it?” I ask him.
His cheeks flush crimson. “Please?”
I smile and take the lube from him. He wraps his arms around me again, pressing his cheek to my shoulder. His hands land on the claw marks he’d left last night, and I moan at the sensation.
“Lift your hips up for me, little lamb,” I say as I pour lube onto my fingers.
He obeys, though he winces when I stroke one finger along his hole.
“If it’s too much—” I begin.
