Spoiled Perfection

by Gianni Holmes

  Callum left his perch and walked toward me. He didn’t stop until he was right before me. He gripped my chin and tilted my head. I couldn’t avoid his eyes, and with his boring into mine, he had to see everything inside me I was afraid to show him.

  “I’ve felt a lot of things for you, Ash,” he said in a quiet voice. “I’ve felt frustration. I’ve felt the need to spank you. And last night I felt passion. Not once have I felt pity for you.”

  My breathing picked up, my chest heaving at the sincerity of his tone. “But last night—”

  “We both made mistakes. You let me in too soon, and I shouldn’t have left you alone. For that, I’m sorry.”

  “It-it doesn’t matter now,” I replied, in awe of his words. “But why—”

  “We will talk about it later,” he answered. “I’m not saying this will work, Ashton. I’m going to be honest with you. I’ve had boys before you. Some pleasant and some very unpleasant. I have strict rules you must adhere to if we proceed with this.”

  “What happens if I break them?” I asked. I had to know.

  He frowned at me. “Already thinking about breaking them?”

  “No, no, no, that’s not it,” I rushed to answer. “I won’t deliberately set out to break them, but sometimes—sometimes things can get a little bit complicated.”

  “I’ll give you a list of my rules after you shower,” he told me. “You can decide if you can abide by them or not.”

  “Are they negotiable?”

  “Some are. Others are hard limits for me, but as I said, shower first, and we’ll discuss them while we have breakfast.”

  I nodded, pleased that at least we were getting somewhere. “Where’s the bathroom?”

  “I’ll show you.”

  He didn’t give me my clothes, and I didn’t ask as he led me from the bedroom. Every now and again, he glanced over at my naked frame, which pleased me. He evidently liked what he was seeing, and since I worked on keeping my body toned and fit from the gym at home or on campus, I took pride in the way I looked.

  Once we were out of his bedroom, he slid a large wooden screen I hadn’t noticed before over the entrance, which freed up the kitchen space that was separated from the bedroom by a wall. His apartment was small, but he seemed completely at ease there, and I wasn’t one to judge. It had a homely lived-in feel to it that I could get used to.

  The bathroom was across the short hall. The light dimmed, making me a bit nervous as he stopped and pushed the door open. His bathroom was just big enough to hold both of us. Barely. It was darker than I’d expected. The black tiles with red accents against the wall made the room appear decadent.

  It was the sort of bathroom that encouraged sex in the shower. He didn’t switch on the ceiling lamp but the light built into the mirror affixed to the wall which cast a soft glow.

  “Will you be okay on your own?” Callum asked. “Here’s the toothbrush you used last night. I always keep spare. I have bar soap or the liquid kind, depending on which you prefer.”

  “You won’t stay?” I blurted out, not wanting him to go.

  “Why? You need help?”

  Fuck. I’d never felt so embarrassed before explaining to him what I needed. “Umm, I could use some help.” I pushed the hair behind my ear. We hadn’t discussed his rules yet or anything, but in case the rules didn’t work out, this would be my only chance to experience this level of intimacy with him.

  “I see.”

  Silence stretched between us until I turned away from him. “I should have a shower.”

  “Go ahead. I’ll be in shortly.”

  He left the bathroom, giving me the space I needed to take a piss and brush my teeth. I stepped into the glass-enclosed shower, worried that the space might not be big enough for both of us. I turned on the water, grabbed the shower gel, and scrubbed myself. With my eyes closed, I let the spray pound my head and shoulders. He slid back the glass and stepped in, naked.. I had been worried about absolutely nothing.

  I wished the bathroom wasn’t so dark, though. It was hard to get a good look at his magnificent body, the tattoos that covered not only his arms but also his chest, his back, and one thigh. He was a mural of such beauty that I couldn’t do much but stand back and stare at him.

  “What did you need help with, boy?” he rasped at me.

  Without a word, I pointed at my semi between my thighs. Whereas I was small and slender, his cock was fat, and he wasn’t even hard yet.

  “Hmm, how about you get Daddy all hard? That will take some of the edge off.”

  I moved on unsteady legs, so I was standing flush against him, the warmth of his body hot on my skin, and I moaned at the first brush of his cock against my belly.

  “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, loving the sound of that on my lips. Daddy Callum. Oh, how I wanted this since the day I met him, and now finally he was mine.

  Chapter Seven

  Callum

  Ashton’s acquiescence was a thing of absolute beauty when he called me Daddy. The words felt so right on his lips and shattered any lingering doubt that I could forget about this boy and move on with my life. While he slept this morning, I’d watched him, creepy as it was, running over my options. They’d all ended up with Ashton and me together.

  Could I really be this unfortunate in choosing two boys who were alike? I saw a depth in Ashton I’d never seen in Mario. That had to be something. Small as it was, that led me to decide on this spoiled vision of perfection. My list of rules would set precedence for our relationship, and if he balked at any of them, I could always end things before the relationship got any further.

  Ashton went down on his knees before me, reaching for my cock. I sucked in a deep breath at his slender hand closed around my thick base, fighting like hell not to go with the flow. Not yet. I dug my fingers into his luxuriously unkempt hair and pulled his head back until he stopped focusing on my cock, stopped smacking his lips and humming with pleasure.

  “We use safe words,” I told him, referring to my number one rule. “For now, we can use the traffic light system, but you’ll need to come up with one just for you. I need to know if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

  “Okay, I understand.” His eyes dropped from mine back to my cock. “Anything else? I really want to suck your cock. It’s so big. I want to see how much of it I can fit into all my holes.”

  I stamped down the urge to smirk. From the way he stared at my cock, I could tell what he thought about it. My cock twitched in his tight hold, and my balls hang heavy with desire.

  “You need to ask permission first,” I told him, teaching him patience.

  “Please, Daddy Callum,” he said breathlessly. “Can I suck on your cock?”

  “You’ll do so with no hands. Mouth open and do not move until I tell you to. Is that clear, boy?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” he answered. “I’ll do what you say.”

  I scowled at him. “Then why are you still holding my cock?”

  He dropped his hand immediately. “I’m so sorry, Daddy. Forgive me.”

  “You need to pay attention, boy. You want to come, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Then follow instructions. Keep still and open that smart mouth of yours.” He did as I said, rocking back on his heels with his mouth open. I stroked his hair in encouragement and gave him a smile. “You do know how to be a good boy, don’t you?”

  He couldn’t answer as I inserted my cock between his lips. He sucked on the tip as it went in, but it felt so good I couldn’t reprimand him. It had been so long since I’d had proper sex with anyone. Since moving here, I’d had little time to hook up with anyone, given my busy schedule working at the coffee shop.

  When half my length was in his mouth, I pulled out and thrust again, careful not to slide too far back down his throat. I had gotten an eyeful of his pert little ass and couldn’t wait to watch that pretty pink hole open up and fully accommodate my length. I had
forgotten how much I loved splitting my boy open with my cock.

  “Harder, boy,” I instructed him, running my hands over his slender shoulders. “I’ve listened to you use your mouth to make all sorts of propositions this past month. Now back up that talk and take that dick like a good little boy you are. You’re going to be Daddy’s little slut, aren’t you?”

  He whimpered, sucking harder on my rod, head bobbing. The more I talked smack to him, the noisier he got. I braced my hands on the slippery tiled walls behind him, moving only my hips forward and back. He didn’t back down, and I was impressed at how much he could take, at how well he relaxed his throat and allowed me to press all my length inside.

  His tongue game was spot on too. It was never out of the foray for long. When I pulled out of his mouth and slapped his lips, his tongue came out to play, licking and frolicking with my cock. I raised my cock, placed it vertically along his nose, and he simply shifted his head and took my balls into his mouth while I fisted my cock and stroked furiously.

  “Fuck, you’re good,” I grunted as his tongue licked the seam between my balls. “You’re going to make Daddy come all over that pretty face of yours. Would you like that?”

  He released my balls and peered up at me, breathing hard. “Yes, Daddy. Please come all over me.”

  I never once stopped stroking as I stared into his upturned and eager face. “You don’t want to come with me inside you?” I asked him, surprised at his willingness for me to come without him. I always had to make Mario come first. The spoiled brat would have pitched a bitch fit first. And moments after coming, he would lose interest or pretend to, just to fuck with my head.

  “I can be patient, Daddy,” he said with a small smile. “I’ve waited this long, and I know that once it happens, it’s going to be so good.”

  “Stay right there.” I left him bewildered on his knees while I stepped out of the shower and grabbed what I needed from the medicine cabinet. I rolled the condom down my cock and returned to the shower with the lube. Ashton’s face lit up, but he tried to hide the grin that still managed to tease his lips.

  “You’ve been so good I think I should reward you,” I told him. “I’m going to make you come so hard that when I’m not around, you’ll be able to come from just thinking about it.”

  A whooshing air left him, followed by a gasping breath. “Please, Daddy. I love when you talk dirty to me.”

  “My spoiled bratty boy, we’ve just begun.” I motioned for him to get off his knees, and when he responded immediately, I pulled him into my arms and slanted my lips over his. The kiss melted everything inside me. He had a way of curling up into my chest that made me want to shield him from the world and keep him safe. I backed him into the wall at his back and brought both his hands up above his head.

  “Keep them there. No matter how good it feels to have Daddy’s mouth sucking on your beautiful cock, don’t move your hands.”

  “Okay, Daddy.”

  I dropped another kiss on his lips before I worked on his body with my mouth and hands. “Is this what I’m going to have to use to control you?” I asked, licking his earlobe. “Am I going to have to promise to lick your nipples, suck your cock—” I reached behind him and pinched his ass, and he jumped, almost removing his hands from its position. “Eat this sweet round ass, fucking your hole with my tongue to keep you in line?”

  “Ugh.” He sounded confused as if he wasn’t sure of what his answer should be.

  “Answer me when I ask you a question, boy.”

  “N-no, Daddy,” he whimpered. “You-you don’t have to. I’ll behave, but I’d still want you to do all those things to me.”

  I licked at his small flat pink nipple, lapping it to a pebbled peak. His chest heaved beneath me, and he squirmed, his moans loud, filling the bathroom. But he kept his hands pinned above his head.

  I ran my hands from his ass, over his hips to his muscled stomach, liking how toned he was. This bit of difference meant the world to me, reminded me that this was Ashton, and he wasn’t the same.

  He had the cutest dick, small and erect, thrusting up in the air. I ran my hands up his thighs and behind him again and grasped those round cheeks of his. I squeezed before spreading them apart.

  “Oh, God, Daddy,” he groaned. “Please. Please.”

  “Please, what?” I asked him. “You want Daddy’s mouth on your cock, sucking you off?”

  “Yes!” he cried out. “I need it, please. So long.”

  I grabbed him by the thighs as I wrapped my lips around him, rising to my feet and taking him along with me. His legs rested on my shoulders as I pressed his back harder into the wall and worked on him with my tongue. I deep throated him, which he seemed to love. He went wild, forgetting his hands on the wall as he pulled at my hair.

  “Daddy Callum!” he gasped, head thrashing against the wall. “Please. Please. I want—I need.”

  I didn’t know his body well enough yet and was given only a millisecond of warning before Ashton was screaming his release, hands gripping painfully and hard enough to uproot strands. It was still enough time to avoid him coming into my mouth, but I wanted to taste him. Was his release as sweet as the rest of him?

  It wasn’t, but it was all him, the tangy flavor spurting onto my tongue and hitting the roof of my mouth. I sucked him off throughout the ripples that shuddered him against the tiles. His legs shook on my shoulders, and when nothing was left for him to give me, he slumped backward against the wall. His body didn’t stop shivering. He had his eyes closed, breathing harshly as he fought to regain his breath.

  I lowered him from my shoulders with ease, allowing his body to rub against mine on his way down. When we were on mouth level to each other, I kissed him, feeding his cum into his mouth. He collected eagerly, moaning as his tongue swathed the inside of my mouth for as much as he could take back.

  Even after he had swallowed, I continued kissing him. I couldn’t stop. My cock was hard, sheathed in a condom, and ready to sink into him, but I held back, giving him the time to unwind. I pressed one last hard kiss to his lips and stared at him while he blinked his eyes open with a lazy smile.

  “Sorry, I couldn’t help it,” he said, but he didn’t look sorry at all. He seemed rather pleased with himself, and I didn’t blame him. He got his heart’s content. I had agreed to be his Daddy, and I had made him come a second time with no thought to my own release.

  “We’re not finished yet, not by a long shot,” I told him, turning on the shower and reaching for the bar soap to help wash him. “We’ll take a break, but make no mistake, boy. Before the day has ended, Daddy’s going to mount you like a filly in heat and fuck that tight ass.”

  Chapter Eight

  Ashton

  I stepped inside the kitchen area, but one whiff of the greasy fried bacon had me bolting back to the bathroom, where I threw up. After sex in the shower with Callum, he’d left me to finish my shower so he could make me breakfast. My stomach seemed to be in disagreement with what he had prepared.

  After the vomiting stopped, I brushed my teeth for the second time that morning before returning to the kitchen. This time I moved more cautiously, sniffing the air. He seemed to have sprayed something to mask the odor. A woodsy pine scent now lingered in the air, blotting out the smell of the grease that upset my stomach.

  When I entered the kitchen, Callum glanced up at me. “You okay?”

  I took a seat at the small two-seater table, wondering what he did when he was entertaining. The place was smaller than I was used to, and every inch of it looked well lived in. There were rooms back at my home that I had never been in since I was born.

  “Yes, but I don’t think I’ll be able to handle breakfast,” I told him.

  “That’s fine. I threw out the bacon. I temporarily forgot why you were here. That you got completely wasted last night.”

  He had thrown out his bacon for me? My stomach fluttered, but this time it wasn’t from the urge to spill
my guts. He was looking out for me. With all his gruff exterior and the way he had rebuffed me for an entire month, seeing him let his guard down enough to care about me warmed my heart. I didn’t want to let him down with the list he had mentioned. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what was on it.

  I glanced at him, noting the frown that once again creased his forehead. I squirmed in my seat, which caused his shirt to ride up, and I found my bare ass on the wood of the chair. I eased up a little to tuck the shirt back under my ass. I still had no idea where my clothes were, and he had laid out just the shirt for me. No underwear. No bottoms. My body hummed with anticipation of when he’d remove the shirt. That blow job in the bathroom earlier was just the beginning.

  “I think everyone gets wasted on their twenty-first birthday,” I replied, trying to downplay how beaten I had felt last night. His rejection had hurt. He’d made me hopeful and then walked out on me.

  He brought over a steaming cup to the table and placed it right before me. “Here you go. Since you like the Libertine so much, I figure you would like this.”

  “It has marshmallows,” I said aloud, staring at the mini marshmallows swimming in the dark hot liquid. I’d never had marshmallows in coffee before.

  “It’s coffee prepared with the same combination of milk we use for the Libertine,” he replied. “The shaved chocolate and marshmallows add a nice little mix I thought you would like.”

  “Is this offered on the menu downstairs?” I asked.

  “No, not yet.”

  “So I’m your test subject, then?”

  “No, you’re just worth the trouble.”

  I smiled, preening at his words and relaxing after that. There was no way in hell things could get bad after that line.

  “Thank you.” I gratefully picked up the cup and drank from the steamy liquid. He was right that the chocolate and marshmallows added something more to the coffee. It was richer and the liquid thicker. Warmth filled my belly, and I moaned. I took another sip, then another before I became aware of Callum watching me.