Page 63 of Culture and Curiosities
“I’ll be good, Daddy.”
“I’ll be good, Daddy.”
The repeated words seemed to be connected to his desire to come based on what I was feeling through the bond, but we both knew he could not keep that promise.
It was not the time to point that out, however.
“Yes, and what do good boys get?”
We both knew the answer and I loved the way his entire body shivered and clenched as he fought to give it to me and to hold his pleasure back.
“Rewards, Daddy. Orgasms. They get orgasm rewards.”
Just imagining it had him thrusting his hips forward to rub his erection against my thighs and his bottom worked the plug like it was another type of the binkies he had in his other bag for little time. Somehow just acknowledging the reward made it feel even closer to him.
He was racing toward his finish as I pinned his hips in place with a firm grip and let him just continue to play with the plug.
“How does my good boy want to get his orgasm?”
I had not promised to be good, so I filled our bond with the ways I knew he would love to orgasm…my cock filling him…letting him continue to hump…using one of the long, thin toys that looked like slender penises he called dildos.
“You, Daddy. You. Yes. That. Yes.”
We were going to have to discuss the importance of answers that actually gave information.
“How should I make my sweet mate come?”
The tender tone and warmth I sent through the bond had another shiver racing through him. That time it did not indicate additional desire. It had his muscles relaxing and the frantic movements his hips tried to make stopped.
“Inside me, Daddy. Inside me. Mark me, Daddy.”
His gentle tone and the almost rocking sound to his voice made me think of the subspace he’d described after our first scene. I could only assume he was reaching something close, so I relaxed my grip and softly ran my hands over his back and bottom.
“Should I fill you with my cock, my mate?”
Doing my best to show him how I thought it would feel, I gripped the base of the plug and slowly moved it in and out of him.
“Should I take you? Claim your body as mine?”
His moan was obvious agreement. However, it seemed like it would take time for his words to follow.
“Should I slowly make love to you or take you hard and fast, my mate?”
Hard and fast seemed to be called fucking, but the images in his head were too mixed up for me to guess at other options for the names.
English had extra names for everything.
Chapter 17
Wren
Yes.
That.
Yes.
All.
