by M. A. Innes
Watching as he started dressing me in the jock, I was too horny and too shocked to help. Not that he needed it. He kept moving my legs around and getting me settled like he’d been doing it forever. Once the jock was on and he had my track pants halfway up my legs he took my hands and had me stand up.
His smile was almost wolfish as he started pulling my pants up. It made me want to start begging for things.…What, I didn’t know. I needed something. It felt like I’d been horny and hard forever.
Mad stopped when the pants were just below my ass. Palming my cheeks, he squeezed my…bottom and pulled me close. It was probably supposed to be a quick kiss but it went on and on as he teased the little toy and kept me right on the edge of desperation.
Only stopping when we were breathless and I was unconsciously rubbing my cock against his, he gave my bottom a quick smack. “Naughty boy. Are you allowed to do that? You know your special places are only for Daddy.”
I felt deliciously ashamed when he looked at me like that and talked about my…body belonging to him. I fought the urge to squirm and lost, a blush heating my face. “I’m sorry.”
There was something so erotic about standing here with my…bottom hanging out while he told me I was being naughty. Knowing that I’d basically given myself to him was so…incredible didn’t seem to be the right word, but I couldn’t figure out another one.
My apology earned me a kiss on the head and a pat on my ass. I wanted to wiggle and thrust up against him. Just the fact that I couldn’t made me want it even more. By the time he eased my pants over my…bottom, I was biting my lips not to moan. Every breath seemed to make the toy nudge my prostate. How was I supposed to get down the stairs, much less eat breakfast?
“No shirt, Baby. I want you as naked as possible for me today.” That wicked smile said that he wished he could leave me a lot more naked. Suddenly, I was glad for the pants. I’d thought they were too soft and clingy, but they were a lot better than nothing.
“Yes, Daddy.”
That earned me another kiss, this time on my forehead. “You sit down and wait. I’ll finish getting ready then we’ll go check out those pastries.”
Sitting was harder than I would have thought. By the time I was settled on the bed to wait for him, I was breathing hard and my cock was throbbing. The ring was definitely the only thing keeping me from exploding. As he walked toward the bathroom, he looked back and I knew whatever he was going to say was going to make me crazy.
He just had that look.
“If you’re a good boy, you can play with your toy while Daddy’s busy.” He must have seen my confusion because he walked back over to the bed. Taking my hips in his hands, he rolled them in a circle. It was like lightning exploded throughout my body. “See, you can play with your toy. Just no touching and no coming.”
I know he kissed my cheek because I felt it but everything was fuzzy and I may have closed my eyes. It was kind of hard to figure out. The only thing I could focus on was the amazing sensations flooding me.
I had no idea how long it took him to get ready. One minute he was walking toward the bathroom in his pajamas, the next he was standing in front of me with his clothes on, grinning at me.
“Someone likes playing with their toys.”
That was an understatement.
“Daddy!”
“Yes?”
His hands were pulling me to sit up. When had I lain down? “What?” Clenching down on the plug had me breathless again and I caught myself pushing my bottom down onto the bed trying to get more.
“Let’s go eat. Take my hand.” He helped me stand and my legs were like rubber. It took me a few seconds before I was sure that they would actually hold my weight. “No more playing with your toy.”
I should have been embarrassed, but I was too aroused and confused to think of anything but how good I felt. How I wanted even more. I guess I didn’t hide my feelings about that because he laughed and reached out to pat my bottom. “Relax your bottom, B. It’s not going to fall out, and I’m not going to let you have fun with it the whole time. Your special place will be too sore for Daddy to play with if you don’t listen.”
I found my embarrassment.
It came flooding back when I realized he wasn’t going to let us go anywhere until I stopped teasing the plug. Just knowing that he could tell what I was doing made my face so red it hurt. I know I had to look like a tomato or something, but I was pleased that I didn’t hide.
I might have closed my eyes.
I told myself that I was only keeping them closed until I could calm down and function. It wasn’t very believable, but it kept me from hiding so I wasn’t going to push myself. I took a few deep breaths and managed to relax around the plug so it wasn’t pressing up against my prostate.
That helped me to be able to think. Reminding myself that this was Mad—Daddy, and I didn’t have anything to be embarrassed about helped a little. Reminding myself that I was going to get to come today helped even more. Turned out that the promise of an orgasm helped me to function better than I thought it would.
Opening my eyes, I looked at Mad and gave him a small smile. “I’m ready.”
It was easy to see that he didn’t believe me. “Are you sure, B? We can take another minute if you need to. You were pretty far gone.”
“Gone?” I wasn’t sure what he meant.
“You sank into subspace. That happy fuzzy feeling that you get when you’ve been really turned on for a while? That’s subspace.”
I’d read about it and understood what he was talking about. I guess I’d just never connected the dots. “Oh, yeah I guess so, huh.”
“You go there fast and it takes a lot out of you. It didn’t even take me more than a few minutes to get a shower and stuff. You were already halfway to completely zoned out by the time I got clothes on.” He pulled me into his arms and let me cuddle against him. “God, it was so hot watching you tease yourself on that toy. We’re definitely doing that again. Next time you’re going to be naked.”
I groaned and tried to hide in his neck. He laughed and hugged me tighter. “Don’t be embarrassed. I love you and I love watching you, Baby.”
Pushing back the self-consciousness, I took a deep breath of his scent, then gave him a little kiss. Straightening up, I gave him a smile. “Let’s eat. I’m starving.”
Thankfully, he didn’t ask me if I was sure. I don’t know what I would have said. The idea of walking down the stairs was still daunting. If I could get down to the kitchen without coming, I was going to have earned those pastries.
CHAPTER 13
Maddox
Getting downstairs had taken longer than I thought it would, but damned if it wasn’t worth it. He was so incredibly sexy. Those measured steps, the way he chewed his lips and moaned sometimes was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. We were so doing this again!
By the time he reached the kitchen doorway, he looked like he was ready to come right then. So I gave him a little kiss. And I’ll admit, a pat on the bottom…then told him to wait right there while I got everything ready. I grabbed some plates, then looked around at the drinks trying to make a decision.
Coffee for me was easy but that wasn’t what I had pictured for Bryan. So I got out a cup and then started searching the junk drawers around the kitchen. Bingo. Leftover fast food straws, just what I wanted. Bryan looked confused but my baby was too far gone in the pleasure again to ask too many questions.
Watching him as he leaned against the door frame obviously playing with the plug was stunning. The way he moved his hips and clenched down on the toy sent shudders through his body. He didn’t even seem embarrassed or like he wanted to hide. He only wanted to chase the pleasure.
Pouring his milk and setting it on the table, I went over and gave him a little kiss. “Ready to eat, Baby?”
He gave me this fuzzy look, eyes half-open, clearly not understanding what I’d said. I tried again. “No more playing, B. Look at Daddy.” I let my hands rest on his ass t
o make sure he’d stopped teasing the plug.
“Breakfast?” His voice was thick and he had to clear it a couple of times before he could find the word.
“Yes, B. Come over here and sit with me.” I took his hand and led him over to the table. He did better this time and managed to stay focused while walking. I pulled two chairs close together and had him sit down.
That was another sexy adventure. Sitting must have had the toy push deeper or maybe just harder against his prostate because as he sat down, his head bowed back and the most incredibly erotic sounds came out of him. He was so sensitive and so close to orgasming.
I would have loved to have had him sit on my lap but I wasn’t sure the flimsy kitchen chairs would have held. I really didn’t want to have that conversation with his mother, so I made do. He was close enough that I could touch him and feed him which were the most important things anyway.
When he was able to catch his breath and reached for the croissant thing with the chocolate in the middle, I pushed his hands down. “Daddy’s going to feed you.”
That had his arousal levels going up, no toy needed. “Yes, Daddy.” His voice was cute and breathless, and I could tell just responding took serious effort. He wouldn’t last more than a couple of thrusts before exploding. It made me wonder if I could get him to orgasm more than once.
Hmm, something to think about.
Tearing off a piece of the treat, I brought it up to his mouth. Feeling his lips and tongue as they wrapped around my fingers almost made me come right there. Neither of us was going to survive breakfast.
I alternated between feeding him bites and myself. The first time I brought the glass of milk to his mouth, he frowned at me. “Do sweet boys get coffee? No, that’s a Daddy drink. If you don’t use your big boy cup nicely I’m going to go get your bottle instead.”
That had him squirming in his seat and I could see he was fighting the need to beg for it. Oh yeah, next time we were so doing this with his bottle. We needed more everyday kind of toys. I was going to have to do some online shopping. We probably needed more diapers too.
We didn’t rush through breakfast. It was too delicious and too much fun sitting with him like this. He even managed to pull back from the edge enough to talk after a few minutes. At first, all I got were simple things like “Thank you,” and “Another sip, please.”
Once we relaxed, he leaned against my shoulder and cuddled as close as he could. “We can do this again, right?”
“Absolutely.” It was a pretty good lead into what I wanted to bring up anyway so I kept going. “I want to spend more time doing stuff like this. Things like feeding you and maybe you playing with toys as my boy. Some of the stuff we’ve read about.”
He blushed now, and I was kind of amazed that out of everything we were doing, something about me talking about him playing on the floor made him react. It made me wonder what he was picturing in his head.
“I’m going to dress you up in your diaper and have you play toys on the floor one day. I bet you still have some from when you were little around here somewhere.” Moms never threw out everything.
He looked down and then took a breath. “There’s a box in the garage. It has army men in it and some stuff like that.”
I think that was as big a hint as he was going to be able to give me to let me know what he wanted. He just looked down at his plate again silently asking for another bite. Oh yeah, we were going to have to do that. Soon.
“That’s something we could even do at school. If I had to study more, I could get you dressed up and ready for playtime, then you could have fun with your little men while I did my work.” The hard-on in my pants couldn’t hide how much I liked that idea.
Even Bryan looked down and grinned, before shyly tucking his head against my shoulder. “And…and we’d still do stuff like my…like the…” He took a deep breath, which seemed to wiggle the plug because he gave a little moan and shifted, teasing the toy.
“No playing with your toy at the table, B. And yes, we can have your diapers and stuff at school. Once we see how our schedules look, then we’ll figure out playtime and things like that.” I knew we hadn’t been doing this for very long, but I couldn’t see going back to a traditional relationship once school started. It would be hard but we could make it work. “Instead of playing video games when we have time off, we’ll do other stuff.”
His cheeks started pinking up again but he nodded. “Good. I…I like that idea.”
“All right. Let’s finish up breakfast. I think we have other things that we wanted to do today.” From his little wiggle and the way his hands clenched in his lap, he was looking forward to those other things too. “You’ve been a very good boy this week.”
That brought breakfast to a screeching halt.
Suddenly, we were both very full. Bryan waited at the table while I cleaned up breakfast because I honestly didn’t think he could have made it all around the kitchen without going crazy. Getting back up the stairs was going to be interesting. Maybe I needed to rethink the plan.
Once I had everything cleared away, I went back over to the table and took Bryan’s hands. Helping him stand up, I could see that he thought we were going back upstairs right away, but I had a different idea. I couldn’t resist giving him a kiss first, and if I got distracted enough to squeeze his bottom and wiggle the plug a little, I wasn’t going to beat myself up over it.
“All right, B, bend over the table for me. Daddy wants to check your bottom and special place. You’ve been playing with your toy a lot this morning, haven’t you?” I think if it hadn’t been a question, he might have done better but something about the dirty baby talk and making him respond had him blushing a cute tomato color. He managed a mortified nod, though, so I was pleased.
“That’s my good boy. Yes, over the table.” Yeah, I could have done it in the living room or somewhere else but this felt more naughty.
Bryan must have thought so too because he shivered, and I could tell he was playing with the plug again. So, of course, I had to pop his bottom. “No more playing with your toy. You’re going to make your special place too sore for Daddy to make love to later. Is that what you want, a sore bottom?”
Surprisingly enough, that had him almost coming right there. No touching at all.
He managed to hold on to his control but it was by a thread. “Good boy. You don’t have permission to come yet, do you?”
Bryan shook his head and slowly turned to face the table. He was careful and a little bit timid but eventually he was bent over the table, his bottom sticking out, waiting for me. Sexiest. Thing. Ever. Leaning over him, I pressed my cock into his bottom and gave him a tender, sweet kiss. I wanted him to remember that I loved him.
“Love you, beautiful.”
“Love you, Daddy.”
Reluctantly moving off him, I crouched down behind him and eased his pants over his ass. His breath hitched. I could hear the sexy little noises he was trying to cover. Embarrassed need radiated off him in waves. You could almost see it. My sexy boy.
I was never going to get used to seeing him in a jock. I’d always thought they were hot, but this was taking it to the next level completely. His plugged little hole, stretched and ready, was framed beautifully. Running my hands over his bottom, I could feel the shivers racing through him.
Caressing his quivering muscles, I took my time touching him and giving him quick kisses all over his bottom. He was too cute not to. Bryan must’ve thought it was weird or something because he made little squeaking sounds that sounded like he still couldn’t believe what I was doing.
Working my fingers over to the plug, I carefully started easing it out. The tender, sensitive skin around his hole was red and puffy. It looked like he’d already been well fucked. “So pretty. My sexy boy.”
That had him hiding his head under his arms but he eased his bottom out a little, trying to get closer, so I knew I wasn’t pushing him too hard. He was still wearing the ring so I knew he might not come
, but I wanted to give him a little bit of relief. I’d figured out that he’d orgasmed without actually ejaculating before so I was curious to see if we could do it again.
Fucking him slowly with the plug, I kept up the dirty words he loved. Watching his body stretch as I thrust it in and out made me want to take him. But he’d been so good this week and that wouldn’t be enough of a reward.
He was shaking and making this little mewling sound. It was taking everything he had not to push back and fuck himself harder, his hands grasping on the table, trying to find something to hold on to. For a minute, I could see how sexy he would look tied down and helpless as I fucked him with the plug.
“So sexy, Baby.” I kept up the steady, rhythmic thrust of the toy, never enough to satisfy him or get him off. Always leaving him desperate for more. When I thought he was right at the edge, I stopped moving, the plug almost all the way out. “Have you learned your lesson, Baby?”
His control finally broke. “Yes! I learned it. I’ll be a good boy. Please…please…Daddy!”
“Come!” Thrusting it in as far as it would go, I angled it down so it would nail his prostate, then spanked his bottom. When he screamed out, I knew he was there. He shook so hard he rattled the table. Clenching around the plug, he fucked himself back on it and kept begging for more over and over. He might have come, but he was nowhere near satisfied.
Perfect.
When the shivering and pleading stopped, he was splayed out on the table, naked bottom out and ready for more. Reaching around to cup his cock, it was still hard and even though there was some cum on his jock I knew he wasn’t finished.
I didn’t have the patience to let him recover too long. Easing his pants up over his sexy bottom, I started pulling him off the table. His eyes wide and his pupils completely blown, it looked like I’d shattered his mind. I knew he was still pretty out of it when he looked down at his cock and then back up at me questioningly.
“Daddy, my special place is still hard.”