“Daddy?”
“No talking, Boy.” His stern tone sent chills racing over my skin and my dick loved it—I was firm and leaking in the amount of time it took him to scratch his chin. I shifted and sank back, resting my butt on my feet. His eyebrows flew up, and he actually smiled at me.
“Boys who don’t listen, don’t get the treats they’re after, did you know that?” He dropped down onto his desk chair and moved, poking at his keyboard for a minute before he looked at me out of the corner of his eye. “Come here, Boy.” He picked his glasses back up and slipped them onto his face.
I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to do at first, but he waved me over, and I crawled the few remaining feet to him, with the hard floor biting my knees in a way that somehow made this all even better. He grabbed my hair and tugged a little when I got close enough, using it to direct me until I moved around between his legs, facing him. I almost fell and he had to steady me. My entire body was a trembling mess, and my dick pulsed and felt hard as a fucking diamond when I realized he had wood too. Sweat trickled down my spine.
“Put your nose right here, Boy,” he said, tapping the small silver button on the fly of his pants. I stared at him, bewildered for a second.
“I… what? Daddy?”
His lips twitched. “You’re in trouble. You need to take a break, but I think you missed Daddy, am I right?”
Creeping tickles inside my belly had me bending forward like I was punched. “Maybe, Daddy, I don’t know.”
“Well, I think I do, but boys who act the way you did don’t get any of the things they want. You put your nose right here, and you don’t do a single thing else unless Daddy says so. You’re going to work a little bit on that self-control. And if you don’t listen to me, you’re getting a spanking, and you’re not coming tonight.”
A hundred swear words and a thousand responses ran through my head, but in the end, I crawled between his legs and listened to him because I really fucking wanted my face in his lap. The warm musk of his crotch had me moaning as I found his button and tried to put my nose on the metal, but then he leaned forward and it wasn’t as easy as it looked. I had to move with him as he went back to work, and it took all of my concentration and a lot of physical effort not to fall without the use of my hands.
He grabbed papers and did a lot of fucking drawer opening that I wasn’t sure was necessary. Soon I was sweating for real, and even though I was still hard, and the temptation of his dickstamp was right next to my lips, I had to pay attention to what I was doing. Eventually the typing slowed, and he rested his hand in my hair, stroking his fingernails along my scalp. I sighed at the touch and rocked my hips. I rubbed my chin along the firm monster bobbing right there underneath it.
He chuckled, a low sound like dark whiskey. “Boy, don’t think I’ve forgotten about your swearing, either. I’m going to have to wash that mouth out with something later.” He rocked his hard cock up so that it brushed firmly against my chin, and I thought I might die.
“Please, Daddy.”
His deep chuckle had me burning to nuzzle against him with my lips.
I trembled and wanted to taste him so bad.
What seemed like hours later, but couldn’t have possibly been, he slid his chair back from the desk, and me, and the wheels had him rolling smoothly away. I was stiff from staying in one position for so long, back aching, knees throbbing slightly, dick definitely needing some attention.
I was a hot fucking mess.
He stared down at me like he was hungry, and I was dinner, and I almost keeled over with delight when he popped the button on his fly and gestured me closer with a curl of his finger. I struggled forward as fast as I could, but he stopped me with a hand on the top of my head when my shoulders bumped his spread knees.
“You’re not getting treats right now, baby boy.”
He carefully pulled his dick out of his fly. I’d never been any wilder about sucking cock than anything else that has to do with sex—I mean I loved it, but I liked getting fucked more. Right now, though, my mouth fucking watered for him, after spending all that time sniffing and feeling his dick flex against me without being able to see it or touch it. He wasn’t freakishly huge, but he was a solid eight, or at least he was bigger than I was by a bit. Maybe it was some hero worship, I didn’t know, that made me feel like he was the biggest man in the universe. What the hell did size matter anyway? I just knew I wanted my lips around him, and I wanted him in me, any way I could get him.
“Please, Daddy.”
“No, and no begging, Boy.” He held his hand out for me. “Get it wet.”
Maybe if I do this really well, he’ll let me blow him. I licked his palm with wide strokes, trying to get as much of it drenched as possible. I sucked on his fingers, got his hand as sopping wet as I could with my mouth, and then spit in the middle of his palm for good measure. He watched me, eyes so intense that I could practically feel them, like a touch on my body.
“That’s enough, Boy.”
I whined as he took his fingers away, and he smirked. Then he carefully wrapped them around himself. His balls seemed massive, so tight and full right there under his cock, and I wanted to have them in my mouth too. I licked my lips, and he groaned. He began a slow slide of his hand up and down his shaft and I squirmed as my spit made him glisten. His smile was small and knowing, and he sat there, teasing himself. He thumbed his balls and tickled that little piece of skin right under the head of his glans.
“Daddy—”
“I said no begging, Boy. Are you learning your lesson yet?” He stroked faster, his breath coming harder. He slouched back into his chair and his eyes closed, but he hooked a foot around my waist, and I crawled farther between his spread legs. He was right there, and I wanted it so bad. I leaned in.
“Be a good boy,” he said sternly. “Not another inch closer.”
I sat there, tugging against the belt at my back, wanting to jerk myself off, wanting to touch him, wanting so much.
He sped up his strokes and surprised me when he abruptly sat up straighter and lightning-fast reached to grab my hair. He tilted my head fast and it hurt a little, but the tiny burn of pain in my scalp had me fucking against the air; I was so ready for anything.
“Open your mouth.”
I shivered in his grasp and opened wide. He let out a long, low moan and tilted his hips toward my face. I got to watch his cockhead disappear and reappear in his fist a few times, glistening and fucking beautiful, before he splashed hot pearly white drops of joy directly into my mouth.
The salty musk hit my taste buds, and I whined. My stomach clenched, and I gasped as my groin tightened and I felt it—that sensation, like I was getting ready to pop, even though I hadn’t touched myself even once. I opened my mouth wider and got three more good blasts from Daddy. The last one landed strangely in my mouth, and I choked a little, coughing and sputtering, but West only scooped some cum that had dropped down my chin and pushed it into my mouth. I still coughed and tried to suck on his fingers, and he groaned.
“Daddy didn’t want to punish you tonight, Boy. I wanted to take you into my room, put that ass in the air, and fuck it, but look what you made me do instead. I wanted you tight on my cock.”
Tears prickled my eyes, and I tried to say something, beg him to still do it, but West shoved three fingers into my mouth. I sucked on them, getting all of his taste that I could. He pressed the tips of his fingers so far back that I gagged a little, but I tried to keep sucking, show him I wanted to make him happy any way I could. He sighed out a happy noise and then pulled his fingers away. I chased his hand with my lips as long as he let me, but then his fingers were gone. He sat back and reached for a box of tissues on his desk. He didn’t look away from me while he wiped off his hand, first, and then tucked himself away. He left me where I was.