Page 25 of Soothe Me, Daddy
When Henley’s back bowed and his head writhed on the pillow, Isaac said, “Stop!”
Henley’s hand flinched away from his cock, grasping at the sheets beneath him with a white-knuckled grip as his body shivered and twitched. “Oh, god! Please!”
Isaac studied Henley, waiting until he was no longer twisting on the bed before commanding, “Again.”
Henley sighed and encircled his cock, hissing with his first caress and panting as his pleasure increased with each movement. His left hand was clutching the sheets at his side.
“Pinch your nipples.”
An expression of torture passed over Henley’s face as he followed the instruction, his dominant hand creating friction on his dick. He gasped as the sensations, undoubtedly, grew fierce. Isaac watched him for the point of no return, and before Henley reached it, “Stop!”
Henley’s body twisted and clenched and grabbed at nothing as he puffed his way through backing away from his orgasm. Isaac was so proud of him for doing as he said. All it would take is for Henley to ignore him for a second or two more, and it would all be over.
“Please, Daddy! Please let me come!”
“Not yet. This is a punishment, remember. Again.” The command in Isaac’s voice was unmistakable, and Henley moaned in response but encircled his cock once more.
Henley’s toes curled, his legs couldn’t keep still, and his head pressed hard into the pillow as his hand worked his shaft. Isaac leaned over to the bedside table, opening a drawer and seeing a variety of toys, but also the lube which had been what he was after before he faced Henley again, unclicking the lid.
“Stop!”
Henley made a keening sound full of pleasurable pain as he let go and jack-knifed when Isaac squirted some lube directly onto his cock.
“Again.”
Blowing out a breath, Henley’s hand shook as he wrapped it around his length, the purple head so angry, Isaac was sure he couldn’t last much longer. Henley hummed as the lube slicked his way. Isaac licked his lips as he watched Henley work himself, twisting as he reached the head. The thick cock emerging from Henley’s hand was an erotic picture Isaac that would not forget any time soon.
“Please! Oh, please, Daddy! Let me come this time! Please! I’ll be good. Please! I promise!”
Isaac noted the hoarseness of Henley’s voice and eyed Henley’s free hand, clutching at the sheets as it was. “Come.”
The hitch of Henley’s breath, the gasps, the muffled sounds of pleasure ramped up Isaac’s need, but he refused to do anything about it. A particularly violent flinch from Henley advertised his release, and Isaac’s gaze was riveted. Henley’s hips bucked several times as his release painted his stomach. His rough breathing sounded loud in the quiet room.
“Ah! Oh, fuck!”
Isaac let out a breath, trying to calm his own libido as Henley finally slumped onto the mattress. Henley would likely be the death of him.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” he mumbled, the sound forlorn. “I should have been stronger.”
Isaac pulled him closer, letting him rest his head on Isaac’s shoulder. “You are strong, Henley. Don’t ever think otherwise. If a release is what you need before you can sleep, we will factor that in. If you wanted to push the boundaries, that is another matter.”
“No! I honestly can’t sleep when I have a hard-on. If I’m relaxed, I can sleep fine without climaxing, but if I’m worked up, I can’t.”
“Okay. I’m glad you told me. This will help in the future. But from now on, you need to listen to me. No more trying to sneak orgasms when you think I won’t know. I will be able to tell on your face whether you are lying to me when I ask you the question.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Those words coming from Henley sounded so right, Isaac couldn’t help but smile into the darkness. He had been alone for long enough now, and he needed someone to care for to enrich his own life, as well as his boy’s. He only hoped Henley would last. He’d had the same hope for Mateo, though, and look where that ended up. Three years down the drain because Mateo had found someone who gave him what Isaac couldn’t. The problem was, Mateo hadn’t explained what that something was; therefore, Isaac had been unable to figure out if it was something he could give him.
In hindsight, Mateo probably used it as an excuse to end their relationship and place the blame on Isaac instead of Mateo. It was all water under the bridge now. Apart from a slight sting he felt from not knowing, he was over it. At least over that relationship. He wasn’t over the hurt that had been caused by the breakup.
It was why he’d been so hesitant to find another boy. At forty-four, Isaac wasn’t getting any younger, and some boys didn’t like a huge age gap, whereas others preferred a bigger age gap. Mid-forties was a dead zone when it came to boys looking for Daddies.
His friends in the community had rallied around him when Mateo left, giving him hope that he would find someone, but after several years, he couldn’t keep the hope alive, so he had distanced himself from those friends. He didn’t think he’d spoken to Steven and Claude for at least a year. He’d have to remedy that—if they wanted to hear from him at all.
Not long after Henley had returned from cleaning up in the bathroom, soft snores met Isaac’s ears, and he smiled again at the weight of the boy he was fast becoming enamoured with. He’d never expected to be interested in someone as comfortable in their skin as Henley was; he’d always gone for boys who were more timid or new to the community. Maybe that was where he’d gone wrong.
Maybe he’d just needed someone to shakehimup a little. To gethimout of his usual routine.
