Spoiled Perfection

by Gianni Holmes

  He pulled back a little and stopped his movements. “Are you okay?” he asked me.

  “Never been better,” I told him, my smile turning into a moan when he undulated his hips and ground his cock deep inside me. He was huge, bigger than anyone else I had ever taken inside me. That had been a good idea to use the handle of the spatula first to open me up somewhat to make room for him.

  “You love taking Daddy’s cock, don’t you?” he asked me, his voice raspy. He never once broke the rhythm of his hips as he fucked me.

  “Yes, Daddy,” I answered and grabbed the edge of the table to keep from sliding from his powerful thrusts. He was all up inside me, grounding his pelvis to the underside of my thighs, and all while staring into my eyes.

  He was hot as fuck, and a shiver ran through my body. The muscle in his neck protruded; his face was contorted ferociously like a predator cornering a prey and demolishing it. I felt demolished but revived at the same time. Even though I’d spurted my release onto the tiled floor, his thrusts brought such delicious sensations as he hit me prostate.

  “Fuck me, Daddy,” I groaned. I released the table and raked my nails down his washboard abs.

  “Harder?” he asked, then demonstrated how hard he could lay it into me.

  I cried out, the pressure scary but oh-so fucking good. “Yes, Daddy. Yes!”

  “Fuck, you’re such a horny boy,” he grunted, running his hand up my chest and to my neck. He pressed his hand to my throat, and I gasped, renewed with excitement, but his pressure was too light.

  “Choke me, Daddy,” I begged him. “Control the air that I breathe.”

  I’d never done choke play before, but it felt fitting in that moment. I just knew he would never hurt me and that the second I asked him to stop, he would. The man had drafted a list of safety rules, for fuck’s sake. He took his sex seriously, and I, who always thought sex was just for fun, appreciated it. Oh yes, it was fun, but it was so much deeper, so much more meaningful with him.

  Staring into his eyes, struggling for air as he applied pressure to my neck, I realized the truth.

  I could love him. I could love him so hard. And I wanted him to love me just the same.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he gasped, never once neglecting those deep thrusts into my body. “My hands cutting off your air, and seeing how much it turns you on. You’re already hard again.”

  I hadn’t even noticed until he mentioned it. Usually, my cock softened quickly after I came, but now I was as hard as I was before. Callum pressed his hands harder against my windpipe, cutting off all my air before he removed his hand. I gasped, dragging much-needed air in my lungs, as he brought his hand up to my mouth.

  “Open up, boy. Suck on my fingers.”

  I opened up, and he stuffed four fingers between my lips, fucking my mouth. Saliva dribbled down the sides of my mouth, my chin, but seeing me so sloppy seemed to turn him on. He pulled out of me and snagged a chair with his leg. He plopped his ass onto the chair and beckoned to me.

  “Come and sit, boy.”

  I slid down the table and into his lap, kissing him as he held his dick, and we both got him back inside me. I sank all the way down, whimpering into his mouth at my tender hole.

  “Show me how you’ve been dreaming about riding my cock,” he said.

  I took up the challenge, rising and falling onto his lap as hard as I could. He made it somewhat difficult by taking my dick in his hands, trying to coax another climax from me. It wasn’t at all impossible, but it rarely ever happened. I didn’t want to disappoint him, but I scarcely had time to dwell on the fact. He released my cock and grasped my ass cheeks.

  Callum took over the hard work, controlling my movements with his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass while he thrust hard upward. I bounced onto his lap, wrapped my arms around his neck, and held on as tight as I could. I sensed him losing the last vestiges of his control. He was fucking me so hard now he drove me out of my mind, the duality of pleasure with every thrust mingling with the tenderness in my ass of him fucking me hard and for so long. My nerve endings were exploding.

  “Fuck, baby.” He slammed me down hard on his cock as his body stiffened beneath me. I stared down into his blue eyes, unable to look away from the beauty of his climax. The feeling of contentment and pride swelled in my chest to know I had caused such powerful desire in him.

  “Oh my God!” he grunted, and when wanted to climb off him to ease some of the weight, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. I laughed against his lips. Nothing funny except my heart was light. He chuckled right back. I ran my fingers through his hair while he rubbed his hands over my back, soothing me.

  He scraped his blunt nails down my back and over my ass cheeks. A hand dipped between the groove, and he circled his finger over the edges of my hole, which still secured his cock inside me.

  “Boy, that’s a really fucking good hole,” he said, and I shook with laughter.

  “You sound surprised?” I teased him.

  “I expected it to be good, but not that good,” he answered, getting to his feet with me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he made no effort to slide out of my body. “There’s good ass,” he said, grasping mine. “And then there’s your ass. How the hell am I going to get any work done when I’ll know just what I’m missing?”

  He walked with me out of the kitchen and along the short hall to the bathroom. “I’ll stop by when I don’t have classes,” I promised him. “You just try to keep me away now. We can sneak off when the café isn’t busy or when you’re on break. We don’t always have to run a marathon. I’m also up for quickies.”

  “You thought that was a marathon?” He chuckled. “Baby, you ain’t see nothing yet.”

  I smiled at him, so happy I could cry. “I can’t wait.”

  Epilogue

  Callum

  “For God’s sake, Callum, give the boy a break and stop watching him so much.”

  Two weeks after Callum and I started our arrangement, the spoiled little minx had wedged himself into my heart. He consumed my thoughts, and although not every day the sun shone in our world, we were happy. I was pleased with the direction our relationship was going in. He had yet to break my major rules, and I was hoping it would never come to that. This weekend he was going out with his friends, though, and I had no desire to accompany him. It was his “me time” with his friends.

  “He’s supposed to be studying,” I answered Phillip, frowning at Ashton, who sat in the coffee shop, texting on his phone. He had been using his phone nonstop since he arrived almost two hours ago. His books were still closed on the table, and I’d specifically told him to get to studying.

  “Maybe he needs a break,” Phillip said.

  “He got a break from studying yesterday.”

  “Ah, that’s right.” He nodded at me. “You finally took a day off to take your boyfriend out. What did you two do anyway? And I’ll pretend nobody heard you two fucking each other down here.”

  I inhaled sharply and stared at Phillip wide-eyed. Sure, Ashton was noisy when I fucked him, but I was certain the sound couldn’t carry all the way down here. “Did you really…” I trailed off at my friend’s laughing.

  “You should see your face. I’m just kidding.”

  I shot him the bird and unlocked the little partition that allowed me to move freely between the counter space and the diner area. “Screw you, Phillip.”

  “Eh-em.” His face turned red as he cleared his throat. “I don’t think my wife would approve.”

  I shook my head at him, skirting tables until I reached Ashton, who still had to look up from his phone.

  “I see your books are still closed.”

  At my words, he dropped the phone into his lap and smiled at me sheepishly. He gave me that innocent look that might have fooled many, but I knew how dirty this boy was when we were alone. We didn’t even have to be alone either. It could be someplace where it would be
hard for people to spot us , like the night at the club or last night when I had taken him to a restaurant. It might not have been an expensive one like he could afford, but our date night had gone well. We’d topped off things when he crawled under the table and didn’t come back up until he had swallowed my cum. The waiter had caught him getting up from under the table, and I was sure the poor man hadn’t believed Ashton when he held up the fork. Not when he still had a splatter of cum on the left side of his mouth.

  “Umm, I was just getting to it,” he said, flipping the first book open.

  “Don’t you have an exam tomorrow?” I asked him.

  “Yes, but I’ve been studying like you told me to.”

  “Except you have been checking your phone since you walked in.” I held out my hand. “You know the rules. Hand me the phone.”

  His lips drooped. “I’ll put it away.”

  “Then it won’t be a problem for me to hang on to it for you. Hand it over, Ashton, and if you continue to resist, the wooden spatula goes back on the rack.”

  Pouting, he gave me the phone. “When will I get it back?”

  “After your exam.” I turned off the phone and pocketed it. “I’ll give you the chance to check in a few times in case you have important messages, and by important I don’t mean Instagram alerts. Your driver has my number, so if he needs to get to you, he can call me.”

  He gave a heavy sigh; his bottom lip shot out even more. “Fine.”

  “Now, take your books up to the apartment and study.” I fished my keys out of my pocket and handed them to him. “Be a good boy and do it now. You know there’s a reward in it for you if you pass that exam.”

  He rose to his feet, eyes thoughtful. “Can we make a deal?”

  “What deal?”

  “If I get at least a B on this exam, you’ll allow me to take you out Ashton-style.”

  And of course Ashton-style meant spending more money than he needed to and doing something completely unnecessary. Still, if it was an incentive for him to study, who was I to disagree? I didn’t care one way about his fortune, and it didn’t bother me in the least.

  “You have yourself a deal.”

  “Great.” He tiptoed and kissed me on the lips hard, arms wrapped around my neck and even popping a leg behind him in the air. Ashton could be so much, but these two weeks with him had been great. He eventually pulled back, and with another kiss to my cheek, he trotted off to the apartment upstairs. I took up the empty coffee cup and the half-eaten slice of cake. When I slipped into the kitchen area, I tried to ignore Phillip’s knowing look.

  “You’re so in love with him,” he said in a singsong voice. “I can’t say I blame you. He’s absolutely beautiful, and I don’t mean in an ‘I want your man’ type of way either. It’s just hard not to notice, especially since he’s so fucking wealthy. Do you know who his parents are?”

  Yes, I knew about his wealthy family. It had taken very little digging to find out that his father and brother had died this year. Much of the problems he had been having seemed related to it, and as far as I could tell, he didn’t get along well with his mother and hated going home. He spent most nights in my apartment, even though the space was small. I wasn’t complaining; I loved having him over. He was a distraction. A pleasant one. Spoiled too, and I admitted to even indulging a bit in that spoiled behavior. I figured it couldn’t hurt, given how well he behaved himself.

  “Shut up, Phillip,” I told him. “Find something to do, man, and leave my love life alone.”

  “Fine, but Noelle wants you to bring him over for dinner Saturday night.”

  I shook my head at him. “Can’t. He has something already planned with his friends from college.”

  He frowned at me. “And you’re letting him go?”

  “What the hell do you mean, I’m letting him go? His life doesn’t revolve around me, Phil. He can do whatever he pleases.”

  Phillip stopped stocking the cooler and turned to me. “You don’t mean that, Callum.”

  “I’ve done it before, and I can do it again.”

  “But it damn nearly killed you,” he reminded me. “I mean, there’s nothing wrong with polyamory and all, but you know you’re the exclusive sort. Why would you want less than that with Ashton? He looks at you like you hang the sun in the sky every morning and scatters the stars at night. That’s damn near perfect if you ask me.”

  “I’m not talking to you about this.”

  I moved away from him to return to the cash register, but he stopped me with his next words. “Don’t screw this up because of Mario. Why won’t you allow yourself to be truly happy? It’s almost like you think you don’t deserve it. What happened to Mario was not your fault, and if you still hold some sort of guilt about what was out of control, maybe you shouldn’t be with Ashton until you learn to let go.”

  Frustrated with Phillip’s insight, I pointed a finger at him. “You need to back off, okay? I know what the hell I’m doing, and until you’ve been through what I have, you have no right to stand there and lecture me.” I yanked the apron from around my neck. “I’m taking my break.”

  “Callum—”

  I ignored Phillip and walked from the kitchen, keeping my movements controlled and my smile plastered on my face for the benefit of the patrons at the coffee shop. As soon as I was out of the building, I dropped the smile. Damn it. I was doing the right thing. Ashton was young and adventurous. If he wanted to explore sex with other people, it didn’t have to end our relationship because I was a stickler for monogamy.

  I needed to see him and stomped up the stairs. Once on the landing, I let myself into the apartment, frowning. He hadn’t locked the door. As much as we lived in the safe part of town, I didn’t like the idea of him being alone with the door open. Any creep could have come in.

  “Ash!” I called. Not there were many places he could be.

  “I’m in the bedroom,” he yelled back at me. “Are you on break?”

  “Yeah, how is the studying?” I stopped in the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

  “Come see for yourself.”

  I followed his voice to the bedroom, sliding the screen back to show the bed. The bottle of water froze midair. Ashton lay on his tummy on the bed completely naked, his legs apart, ass well lubed and the wooden handle of the spatula up his butt. He grinned sheepishly at me over his shoulder.

  “I was feeling horny, and I couldn’t text you because you had my phone. I thought I could help myself.”

  I glanced at my wristwatch. I had ten minutes left in my break. “How about you let me help you?” I asked him.

  He rose up on his knees, his thighs apart, chest pressed to the bed. “I was hoping you would say that.”

  Of course I’d punish him after. He had taken to pleasuring himself without my permission. But for now, I needed this as much as he did.

  I needed a little bit of his spoiled perfection.

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  About the Author

  Gianni Holmes is a high school Spanish teacher by day and a naughty but nice writer by night. She loves to watch romantic comedies especially old sitcoms such as Everybody Loves Raymond and The Andy Griffith Show. She spends much of her time writing or impersonating her characters. Apart from her love of superheroes, she also enjoys cartoons and watches them regularly. She is a single mother who lives with her five-year-old daughter in the Caribbean.