Page 61 of Culture and Curiosities
“I…you’re going to…it’s…”
More thoughts raced through his head, but tracking them all would have been impossible.
“Yes. I know what I am doing so you don’t have to worry about how I’ll help you.”
I wasn’t sure he could have formed the sentences, so encouraging him to communicate with words sounded frustrating.
“You have one more hole we will need to fill before I can begin.”
Patting right over his anus, which seemed to have a variety of nicknames too, I reached up on the nightstand and trailed the tip of the bottle of lube down his spine.
“This should be helpful as well.”
Ha.
There were lots of things I could use to make him remember to be polite.
“Daddy…”
His moan was beautiful but my favorite part was the way he spread his legs wider and offered himself up to me.
“Yes, that’s my good boy.”
Pushing pleasure and happiness through the bond got another shiver from him and his entire body seemed to clench in anticipation.
“Yes. You know how to be good for me.”
Praise was directly connected to desire in my mate, so I was generous with it as I dispensed some of the lubricant.
“Giving yourself to your Daddy…your mate.”
Lube.
Some of the lube.
“Your pretty hole needs some attention.”
As I traced around the opening in question, he let out another moan and desire rushed through our bond, filling me before I sent the wonderful emotion back to him.
“Yes. Relax. You know this belongs to your mate.”
His emotions said he loved being possessed as much as he loved my touch, so as I gently pressed into him, I continued the owning speech.
“Your sexy body belongs to me. Your tight hole belongs to me.”
Making the tsking sound I’d heard from other Dominant mates, I shook my head and hummed to complete the sound expression.
“But should you be humping my lap? Did you ask permission?”
His groan said he understood the problem with his behavior but his self-control was lacking.
“I’ll… I can… Daddy… Yes…”
That was not enough information to be helpful but his body language was expressive, so I eased my finger into him as he pushed up again and his muscles relaxed.
Pleasure flooded through him but there was a strong need for more. It was so clear I rocked my finger in and out to ease some of the desire but it continued to build.
“My naughty boy has a needy bottom.”
