“Shane, wave if this is okay. Your right hand.” I wiggled my fingers because I was fine, and sucked on him like he was a lollipop. Daddy smiled at me like I was the best boy in the universe, and I closed my eyes when he slid deep into my throat once more, again putting pressure on the tie. He stayed in there for a few seconds longer than I thought he would, and when I couldn’t help but struggle, he leaned forward and put his weight on the belt between my wrists. He eased his dick out of my throat and I could breathe again, the air flooding me in a bright rush that had tingles racing around my skin and in my head.
“Fuck,” he whispered and plunged in deeper than before. I swallowed around him and he groaned. He rocked a little but didn’t move out far enough for me to breathe. I strained against his hands. He moaned, and the tingles rushed me again and I bucked up against nothing, against air, as my dick throbbed with how good it all was.
Then I thrashed as my air situation began to feel dire. I trusted West not to kill me, but I couldn’t stop myself from fighting against his hold. He pulled out of my throat and air rushed into my lungs again, almost as good as an orgasm. I cried out when he slid free of my mouth, and almost oozed off the bed onto the floor. West was fast—grasped me under my arms. He yanked me up onto the bed and rolled me. I wasn’t able to help him, but he leaned in and got my belt and pants undone while my body tingled and rushed. Next thing I knew there was cool air on my ass.
“Spread your legs for Daddy. Yes, that’s right.” There was a snick, and lube drizzled into my crack. Then the pressure was back on my wrists; he had his hand on the belt, pressing mine into the bed. It finally clicked that I was going to get fucked. I arched my ass and tried to show him how much I wanted it, and that got me another low groan.
“Please, Daddy.”
“Shh, no more begging, sweet boy.”
He slid his dick around in my ass crack, teasing me—I figured probably getting the lube all over himself so he could fuck me—and I flexed my hole. He wasn’t doing any prep? I tugged on my wrists and whined, not sure if I was terrified or excited by that. But he didn’t just plunge in. He let out little breaths like he was running and worked his cockhead against my hole, teasing at it, pushing the lube where it needed to go.
“Your ass is so spectacular. I want to bite it right here,” he said. I couldn’t see where he meant, but he let his dick go to spank my ass and the sharp sting had me dry fucking the bed. I drove my hips against the mattress and whined at the friction. There were so many competing sensations flying around in my body. He lined up, sliding around again in the lube, and then pushed harder at my asshole than he had before. I wanted him so much that I relaxed as well as I could. It still took a few tries before he was able to spear me open and sink about an inch into me.
The burn was unbelievable. I cried out and shivered under his grasp. He pulled the whole way free, and I couldn’t stop myself. I arched and shoved my face against the bed while I cried out. He swiped his dick around my crack again and then pressed against my hole.
“You like that feeling of being opened up, don’t you? You’re such a dirty boy,” he whispered, and then he pushed in again. The stretch was back, maybe even worse than before. I shook and struggled and tried to relax, and he sank in deeper this time.
“Please, Daddy.”
“Only because you beg so pretty, baby boy.” West shifted his hips and filled me to the brim. My mouth was open, but I couldn’t draw air into my lungs. I strained against his grip. He was standing off the bed, and I was there, my ass arched up for him. The leverage he had on me made me feel so small and at his mercy. He swung his hips back and slammed in hard. Along the way, his dick dragged against that spot that had all my muscles melting and my dick leaking.
“Da—” He did it again. “Daddy.”
And then the pressure was back on my neck from the tie. I shook my head; the sensation of something tight on my neck was new and it scared me a little, but I’d liked what he did before.
“Okay, we should have set up limits before I tried something like this, are you good?” West broke the rules a little… talking to me like I had a choice. Irritation had me glaring over my shoulder at him.
“Whatever you want is right, Daddy.”
“Do you like it?”
“Yes, Daddy, please,” I whined and tried to fuck myself on him. His smirk had me squeezing around him. He fucked into me hard, and then I had no choice but to close my eyes. I buried my face against the bed, and he pulled on the tie until I felt dizzy. He seemed to know when it was too much, somehow, and let go. I didn’t know how he knew about these things, but I guess that’s why he’s Daddy and I’m not.
He teased me with the tie so many times, my entire body was one big melty, tingly, feel-good, ready-to-bust mess, and he was still hammering away at my ass. I struggled and squirmed, loving the way it felt when I managed to rub my wood on the bed, and he picked up his pace and adjusted his angle. On his next stroke in he nailed my tender prostate full-on. I convulsed with the wave of sharp pleasure that rocketed into my stomach and froze my muscles. My balls were going to spill any second. I cried out, and West tightened his grip on the tie again.
The next few minutes got hazy. His sweat dripped onto my back. His dick split me so good. Jolts of pleasure from the way he owned my body were too much. There was the never-ending burn of almost enough lube, but not quite, that had my asshole on fire in the best way possible. He let the tie go, and as he yelled out, air rushed into my lungs again, full-blast, in a way it hadn’t in what felt like centuries.
Full-body shivers of warm tingles surged over me. The way he tweaked the nerves in my ass just right as he gripped both of my hips and pummeled into me like a jackhammer sent me soaring. My blood thumped in my ears, and I felt so good. My dick jerked and my stomach clenched, and I was screaming as my muscles shook and pleasure seemed to take me over from the inside out. The spasms in my stomach were so good they almost hurt, and I unloaded all over the bed. West drilled me deep and stayed there, moaning into my ear. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t move. The wet spot underneath me cooled.
“Baby boy, are you okay?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I answered, but my voice was rough and scratchy.
He pulled out and I felt the gush. He hadn’t used a condom, but I hadn’t asked him to, either. Jizz dribbled from my asshole, and I moaned, fluttering my muscles there as much as I could to make more of it drip out of me. I loved the mess and the used feeling. He rolled me onto my back and was so serious as he undid the tie from around my throat. He held it up and let me look at it.
“Can I have it, Daddy?” I asked, and his slow smile had my stomach jumping all over again.
Chapter 12
West
“What d’you want to eat tonight?” Shane asked gently, curling his arms around my waist and nestling against my chest. He looked like a blissed man, eyelids hooded and lust dancing in the brown depths of his eyes.
For the last month, we’d found ourselves in a strange dance. I’d started a new job with River Demchenko, much to Anna’s disappointment, while Shane had gotten himself part-time work at a local bookstore. When we weren’t at our jobs, we spent time with each other. The relationship was mostly sex, but we still did ordinary things, too, like jog in the mornings and cook dinner at night. Shane insisted on watching the Australian MasterChef every Thursday, and I chose to snuggle up on the couch with him. I had no interest in the show, but there was something homey and comfortable about being at his side.