He traced an invisible line up the inside of my arm and stopped to suck a kiss on the inside of my elbow. I didn’t even know that spot could feel good, but my stomach fluttered, and he shoved the pillow off my lap. It slid from the bed to the floor with a soft, barely audible fwoomp, and then I was exposed. He let out an appreciative sound that made me feel like I was floating as he skimmed a hand down my stomach. He scraped a finger over the trail of hair under my belly button and stopped at the top of my groin, toying with the line of my trimmed pubes.
“Rules,” he said, sitting up. “I’m the only one who gets to see you this way.” He glared.
“Yes, Daddy.”
That must have been the right answer because he inched his hand lower, and my stomach quivered with adrenaline as he cupped a hand loosely around my shaft. “I’m the only one who gets to touch you like this.”
He moved his hand farther down, and I got the hint about where he was trying to go as he nudged his fingers behind my balls. I scooted down the bed a little and spread my legs more. Please fuck me. I willed him to do it, but he didn’t show any signs of losing that cool of his.
He dipped his fingers behind my balls, right where he’d been driving me insane earlier with his tongue. He teased a fingertip over my hole. “I’m the only person who touches you here. You’re not even allowed to play with yourself here without my permission. Got it, Boy?”
Electricity spiked through my stomach and I pressed against his finger. He put some pressure there but didn’t push inside me. I tried to relax, to entice him in, but I didn’t get very far with that.
“Yes. Yes, Daddy,” I gasped. He leaned forward and kissed me, licking into my mouth with his hot, wet tongue, and as he did, he pushed harder on my hole until I felt myself opening a little. He didn’t shove his way in but toyed with me until I thought I would go crazy from it. He moved his hand away, and I whined.
When he leaned back, he was smiling. “There are other rules, but we’ll work them out as we go, okay? I don’t want you to worry about them, though. It’s my job as your daddy to give you everything you need. Make sure you’re happy and healthy and taken care of. Do you understand, Boy? That also means you have to tell me when something’s wrong.”
He gave me a sharp look, and I cringed. But let it never be said that West wasn’t a clever bastard, because he wrapped his hand around my dick and tugged lightly. Moaning, I dropped my head against his shoulder and leaned into him. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Now—” He twisted his wrist, and the pleasure was so good. Heat practically sparked from the head of my dick, and the tingles without actually coming were new to me. I’d never done that particular thing he was up to, twisting and not jacking, and I shoved up into the tight ring of his fingers. “—tell me why you went on such a long run.”
“Made me feel good,” I panted between holding my breath and straining against his loose grip.
“And why did you feel so bad?”
I flinched. He wasn’t supposed to ask that question. “I…. Daddy. Please.”
“Answer me, Boy.”
I shook my head, and half expected him to stop stroking me, but instead he tightened his hold and sped up. He leaned down and latched onto my nipple, scraping his teeth over it. I whined as everything inside me coiled to a hot, tight point in my lower belly in a wild rush. I was so close already. I gasped and rocked my hips and clawed at the sheets under my ass—then he stopped everything. He moved until his chin was resting on my chest and took his hand off my dick completely. I cried out and went to finish the job, but he snatched my wrist in a death grip. I strained against him but didn’t win.
“Be my good boy. Do you want that? Do you want to be my boy?”
“God, yes, Daddy.” I stopped trying to reach my dick and nodded fast. “Pretty please.”
He sucked in a breath between his teeth, and his eyes flashed with something that made my asshole clench. Was he going to fuck me? “Tell Daddy why you were punishing yourself. Is it your job to do that?”
I shivered and shook from the high of being so close to coming. My dick jerked all on its own, and a river of clear, hot precum dribbled down my shaft. I shook my head, and he caught where my attention was and looked for himself.
West groaned, probably one of the sexiest sounds I’d ever heard in my life. “Look at that sweet cream there. You want Daddy’s hand back on you?”
“Fuck yes, Daddy.”
“No swearing, or you won’t get to come,” he said sharply. “I won’t tell you that rule again. Remember.”
I moaned and more precum poured from my slit as my balls tensed in a way that almost shot bliss through me. I was so close. I flexed my pelvis and strained, feeling like I was going insane. How was I so close to coming without anything touching me?
Daddy had mercy and gripped me again, using his thumb to swipe up the fluid. When his thumb was good and slick, he slid it around the head of my dick. I trembled because his touch was fantastic, but yet it wasn’t enough to put me over the edge.
“Daddy, please.”
“Boy, why did you do that today? Why did you go out there to hurt yourself?”
“I didn’t mean to, Daddy, I swear. I just wanted to feel better for a while. I don’t have anything to do, anyplace to go, nowhere to be. I don’t have anyone who cares.”
“Don’t tell lies, sweet boy. Daddy cares. He just did a bad job of showing it. I’m sorry, Shane,” he whispered against my ear, and then he wrapped his hand around me and tugged. The heat rushed me fast and I shivered and clenched. Before I knew what was happening I was unloading, burst after burst of cum spurting out everywhere, slopping onto my belly, his hand, even blasting down to glaze my inner thigh. I gasped and rocked my hips and whined until there was nothing left in my balls, and he was holding me in his hand, still hard, but spent. I panted for air.
“You don’t do things like that anymore,” he whispered. “This is serious, Shane. Nod if you understand.”
I did what he asked, and even though we’d just started this game, I almost hated that he was using my name.
“You’re not taking these bad feelings out on yourself anymore. I checked your grades. I didn’t do it during the semester, just wanted you to know someone cared enough to ask after you. I trust you to be a good boy. I didn’t realize what you’d done to yourself. You were punishing yourself there too, Boy, and that’s not okay. You’re lucky you didn’t fuck that up. That was too much for anyone.”
I tried to pull myself back into the discussion, but that was difficult with how floaty I was feeling.
“Okay, Daddy,” I murmured.
He pressed a kiss to my cheek and his lips felt cool. “How did you even schedule that many classes?”
“Had to go beg.”
“You begged someone?” His voice went rough, and when I glanced into his eyes, they were unreadable.
“The Dean of Students, but I was fully clothed and had a form for him to sign,” I said with half a grin.
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure. Don’t do that again, though. You shouldn’t destroy yourself like that. You’ll burn out. I’m not even sure I ever had a semester with that many course hours in law school. That was too much. Daddy’s proud of you, but never again.”