Page 60 of Coiled Tight
If I focused on the physical aspects, grounded him there on the steps we had agreed to take, I didn’t have to stop and think about how those two words could hit, about the meaning I wanted to read into them.
“How do you want me, Cam?” I pressed. Cam hissed when his balls hit the buckle of my belt. I didn’t let up, but I was not going to torture him by playing with that sensation—not when he hadn’t asked it of me. Not yet. “How do you want me to make you come again, darlin’?”
“I—” Cam took a gulping breath, throat working overtime. “Will—Will you suck me, Daddy?”
He didn’t have to ask twice.
Thankfully, the height of the swing was adjustable, so I lowered him before going down on my knees, his cock now at a much easier angle to get into my mouth.
He was addictive like this, trying to glance down even though the restraints made it hard for him to watch as I hollowed out my cheeks and swallowed the head of his cock. I didn’t go deep right away, but it wasn’t lack of wanting. I wanted—needed—to savor him first, to lose myself in the salty taste of his skin and the muskiness I’d always associated with sex and primal drives I refused to apologize for.
He cried out when I let up, licking a stripe up his underside, from the base of his cock to the tip of his head. It was the only warning he got before I swallowed him as deep as I could go, my fingers creating divots in the backs of his thighs.
“Fuck, Daddy, please!”
I didn’t know if he was asking me to go easy on him or the opposite. Maybe he didn’t know, either, but until he was more specific about his wants, I chose to ignore the cries, keeping with the onslaught of his senses I’d settled on.
Truthfully, I wasn’t sure he’d have it in him. He hadn’t softened too much after that first orgasm, but I wasn’t going to assume he had it in him to shoot again so quickly after. Men’s refractory periods were a blessing and a curse.
More time to tease and play and be what so many subs called mean. More constraints to actually give them the overstimulation they wanted, as quickly as they wanted it.
His cock was now covered in saliva as I pulled out, enjoying far too much the way it threatened to bounce against his stomach, as erect as it had been when we had started, and he wasn’t stained by his own cum and the sweat that had started building.
“Are you going to come in Daddy’s mouth, Cam?”
Cam whimpered, breathing heavily. “I can, Daddy?”
“I have to give you some kind of treat, don’t I?”
I didn’t tell him I’d be offended if he didn’t, if I didn’t get to taste all of him, that this was what we’d agreed on. I didn’t tell him of how all-encompassing I could be when I set my sights on someone, when I decided their care fell on me, and I was the one to fulfill as many of their needs and wants as it was humanly possible.
It would be a conversation we’d need to have, but not right now.
Right now, I redoubled my efforts, driving him up the wall, getting him past the brink, past the point where he still thought he couldn’t come this easily, not so soon, not after he’d just spilled all over his stomach.
Time was irrelevant, and I wasn’t keeping track of it, but I kept track of how his muscles tensed, and his balls drew up, and his heartbeat picked up right before he was shooting again. Right before his barbells dragged against my tongue, and his cum hit the back of my throat, too far to really taste more than a salty aftermath that felt like water after a drought, even though it wasn’t what I’d been thirsting for.
The tears Damian had been hoping for started quickly after—soon after I got back on my knees, licked my lips, and wrapped my fingers around his decidedly softer cock.
“Daddy, please,” he cried against my mouth, barely able to keep up with the press against his lips, my tongue demanding entrance.
I grunted, pushing him until there was no resistance, untilhe submitted in the way he needed and the way I wanted. The first tear slipped almost shyly, as if it was nothing more than a bodily reflex. I still moved to kiss it away, to nip at the skin it had marred.
“Daddy, it?—”
Whatever he’d been about to say was interrupted by a wrecking sob taking over his entire body.
I shushed him, even though the action wasn’t meant to be anything other than slightly cooing. I wanted his tears. His submission. His body letting go for me.
I wanted him to remember tonight, to grow desperate in the truck tomorrow because all he wanted was to bask in the memories and make new ones while dealing with the impossibility of it on the road.
It would be a different type of edging, one I doubted he’d need much of a guiding hand with.
“I’m not going to stop, Cam.” It was both a warning and a tease, a reminder of the game he had agreed to play. The new rules he had added to it without anyone’s input. “This is what you asked for, isn’t it? You want me to keep making you come until you can’t take it anymore?”
“I can’t,” he started saying.
“I think you can.”
