by Marie, Carly
I might not have been in the same headspace I was in earlier in the evening, but after having that time as Storm, he felt closer to me. In a way, it was strange, and I felt like there was a part of me I was just discovering. But I also felt like he'd been there all along, just hibernating and waiting for the right time.
Giving Spencer a playful growl, I pulled my legs back farther. "More. Stop being such a cocktease."
He threw his head back and laughed. "Got it. Less talk, more action."
"Yes, plea—ahhhhh." My brain forgot how to make words as a third finger entered me.
"That's what I like to hear."
He was just plain wicked tonight, but I was going to reap the rewards of it. My head lolled from side to side as his fingers stretched and wiggled inside me, preparing my channel for his cock. I'd have begged for more, or faster, but the only things in my brain at the moment were moans and frantic pleas that I could only hope Spencer could telepathically receive.
Spencer worked his fingers in and out of my ass slowly, methodically stretching me wider and wider. When his fingers spread me open, nailing my prostate in the process, I knew he'd be inside me soon. That didn't change the hollowness I felt when he slid his fingers out to slather extra lube on his dick.
"This isn't going to be gentle."
The pause had allowed my brain to begin functioning again, so finding an answer wasn't hard. "Good. I don't want slow and gentle."
Spencer smirked at me, grabbed my hips, and pulled me toward the side of the bed. "Then we're in agreement." I went to roll over on my stomach, but he stopped me with a hand to my lower abdomen. "I want to watch you come apart."
Dominant Spencer had always been hot, but the few times he'd been Daddy, there was an additional layer of dominance that I hadn't been able to put my finger on. Everything about it was different. It was hotter, sexier, and Spencer's need to control was even greater than it normally was, even in a BDSM setting.
I loved it.
With one hand, Spencer lined his head up with my entrance, and with the other, he wrapped it around the base of my shaft. My back arched off the bed at his touch, but Spencer still managed to slide into me, though maybe not as effortlessly as usual.
"Ungh," he grunted as he bottomed out in me. "So fucking perfect."
True to his earlier words, Spencer didn't take his time—he thrust inside me in one sharp movement. Before my body had a chance to process the wonderful sensations, he was pulling back again. He pulled all the way out, his cock popping free of me before lining up again and pushing back inside. He repeated the process three more times, and just as I was getting accustomed to his pulling completely out, he changed it up, only going halfway.
He was going to drive me insane with varied speeds and thrusts paired with different strokes to my erection. Spencer's pace was punishing, and when I managed to open my eyes, beads of sweat had replaced the water droplets on his forehead and chest from a few minutes earlier. He was getting as much of a workout as my ass was.
I fisted the sheets, trying to rock down into his thrusts but buck up into his fist at the same time. There was no way I was going to be able to accomplish both. "Killing… me…" I finally managed to get out when I wasn't sure I was going to be able to take the changes much longer. I needed something just a little more consistent and I'd get there. That clearly hadn't been in his plans, but if this continued, all the pressure cooker safety mechanisms were going to malfunction, and I was going to explode.
"That was the goal." He panted, his thrusts becoming slower as he wore himself out.
I disentangled my fist from the bedding and reached up to tweak Spencer's nipple. He didn't like pain like I did and yelped at the contact. "Not anymore. It's going to get harder if you keep this up."
My words lacked bite, and Spencer's head fell back in silent laughter. "Is my boy getting impatient?"
He'd slowed down enough to talk with me that I was able to catch my breath and focus more on angling my ass so his cock nailed my prostate. "Hunnng." Born solely from desperation, the sound came out half gasp, half moan, and absolutely nothing like a sound I'd made before.
Spencer's chest heaved with exertion, but he never stopped moving, and somehow he continued to change angle and speed every few thrusts. "You're going to have to find words, baby. You need to tell Daddy what you want."
At the word Daddy my cock throbbed in his fist, and we both knew how much I'd liked the word. If it hadn't been for his tightening grip on my dick, I'd have cum right then and there. As it stood, it pulsed valiantly but nothing came out. "Fucking hell, I'm not even forty-five and you're going to kill me tonight. Do you care to explain to the paramedics that I died from erotic overload?"
Spencer's laugh came out that time, but it sounded strangled and raw. "Oh my god, you're so dramatic. You need to use your words, my little storm. What do you want? Tell me." He took a deep breath, looked me in the eyes, and the corner of his mouth twitched upward. "Tell Daddy what you need."
There was no holding back the flood of words that spilled out, but they didn’t have the same urgency as a moment before. "Please, Daddy," I whined. "I need your hand to work my special place." My face flushed as I begged, but the way Spencer's nose flared and the way his eyes dilated told me that he liked it. The reaction gave me the courage to continue. "More contact with my prostate."
I nearly stopped there but continued. "Please, Daddy?"
Spencer made a guttural noise before beginning to move his hand up and down the length of my dick. Each downward stroke he applied more pressure to the head, just like I loved. "Like this?" he asked, calm as could be.
Words had once again left the building, but I managed to frantically nod my head in agreement. When nothing else changed, I knew he wasn't going to let me off that easily. Summoning a word was challenging, but more than that it felt like an insurmountable task. "Y-yes," I stammered. "J-j-just like, like th-that!" He'd run his finger over my slit as I'd said the last word and I'd nearly lost my load right then and there.
Spencer's voice was full of pride when he spoke. "Good boy." Then he rocked his hips upward, dragging his head over my prostate. His gasp was louder than my own, and I knew we were both barely hanging on by a thread. "You liked that, baby?"
I didn't know why he'd had to ask—my entire body felt as though it had come six inches off the bed and levitated there for a few seconds. Thankfully, my whimpered "Yes" had been everything he'd needed.
"You're so good for Daddy."
I couldn't explain why the words made my insides feel gooey and warm, but I knew I'd do nearly anything to hear them again and again. Then Spencer rocked his hips and stroked my dick, and that was it. There was no holding back no matter how much I wanted to.
With what remaining clarity I had, I tried to remember if Spencer had told me not to cum at any point during the night, but all I could remember him saying was I couldn't touch my dick. There was a loophole there that I'd exploit if I had to, but the only warning I'd been able to give him before white hot ropes of cum painted his fist and my belly was a strangled scream that might have amounted to a "Cumming."
My ass clenched around Spencer's dick, trapping him tightly inside me while I continued to thrust into his grip. Spencer's thrusts were shallow but rapid as I rode my orgasm out. When I didn't think anything more could possibly be wrung out of me, he slammed into me three more times, causing my cock to spasm once more as a small spurt of cum trickled out. One more sharp buck and I felt it—the swelling of his dick in my ass as his orgasm overtook him.
Spencer grunted, and warmth filled my channel. I'd have thanked him or possibly asked him if it was as good for him as it was for me, but when my mouth moved, the only thing that came out was a strangled wheezing sound.
Spencer's relieved sigh as his orgasm finally faded said it all. "That was so good." Then he looked into my eyes and worry creased his brow. "Was I too rough with you?"
My eyes widened and I shook my head, willing my brain a
nd mouth to work together. "It, perfect. Fine." The words didn't make much sense but they seemed to appease Spencer.
"You're going to be feeling that tomorrow." He took the words out of my mouth… or maybe out of my brain. I'd been trying to say something like that for a few seconds by that point.
When words finally came, they weren't quite what I'd expected. "No ass play for a few days." I quickly added, "But that doesn't mean orgasms are off limits."
Spencer shook his head at me. "I don't know that I'm going to have another orgasm in me after that."
"Not tonight… but I can cum even if you can't." But for the time being, I was getting tired. It couldn't have been that late. We'd just had dinner, but I needed a nap, then maybe Spencer would change his mind and we could have another round of orgasms.
"How about we watch a movie in bed until you fall asleep?" Spencer asked as he gently pulled out of me. "You look like you're ready to pass out."
"Mmm, movie, yes." My eyes felt heavy as he left the room, muttering something about floods.
Before he made it back to the bedroom, I decided I needed to go pee if we were going to watch a movie, so I got up and went to find out what was taking Spencer so long. I found him naked, on all fours, drying the bathroom floor.
My cock twitched at the sight of his ass sticking up with his spent balls hanging low between his legs. If we hadn't just had sex, I'd be all over that, but as it stood—or more accurately didn't stand—my cock did nothing more than take a passing interest. It didn't stop me from enjoying the view for a moment, but I finally had to ask.
"What the hell happened?"
Spencer looked over his shoulder at me. "Someone tried to have sex in the bathtub."
My mouth dropped open. I'd honestly had no idea. It had been fun at the time, but this was a mess. I reached for a towel to join him, but he shook his head. "Go potty, then go back to bed. I'm almost done anyway." He leaned over the tub and wrung the towel out before turning back to the water on the floor.
Go potty? Had he even realized what he'd said?
Spencer looked up and narrowed his eyes at me, and when he spoke, his voice was stern and left no room for argument. "Did you hear what I told you to do?"
My head went up and down in response, but no words came out.
"Then why are you still standing there? Do you need quiet time?"
I shook my head and hurried toward the toilet. While I hadn't felt necessarily little when I’d walked into the bathroom, it was nice to know that Spencer was still Daddy. I'd have gladly helped him out had he allowed me to, but as soon as he gave me an instruction, my little side was ready to push to the surface.
"Sorry, Daddy," I said as I did my business.
He was by my side as soon as the toilet flushed. "Come on, let's wash your hands and get you cleaned up."
"But the floor." I wasn't sure where I was going with the argument, but I couldn't imagine the floor being dry by that point.
"It's just damp now, and I laid a few towels on the ground so you don't slip."
He thought of everything. "You're the best Daddy."
Spencer's beaming smile as he led me toward the sink said more than words ever could. He turned the water on and waited until he was satisfied with the temperature before finally guiding my hands under the stream. There was something about him washing my hands that either sent me well into little space or the opposite way into horny and needing sex. This time, the adult world washed away just as quickly as the water ran down the drain.
Daddy left the water running as he dried my hands off, then reached for a washcloth on the shelf beside the sink. I watched as he got it wet, then lathered it with soap, curious as to what he might be doing. "Hands on the counter and lean over." His instructions were clear, and I found myself obeying without question but remained confused until the soapy rag ran between my ass cheeks.
His touch was delicate, but it didn't stop me from flinching slightly as it ran over the tender skin of my hole. "I thought I may have been too rough with you."
I shook my head, trying to ease his worry, but there definitely wouldn't be penetration for a few days.
He finished cleaning me, then rinsed the rag and ran it back over my skin. "You're being so good for Daddy. I'm sorry that hurt." He tossed the rag into the hamper and I made to stand upright again, but he stopped me with a gentle touch to my backside. "Wait, baby. I've got something in the cabinet for you."
That sounded ominous, but I bit my tongue until I knew exactly what he had in mind. When he removed the tube of arnica, I sighed. That didn't sound like a half-bad idea, and Spencer's fingers working the cream into my skin was probably as close to heaven as I was going to get.
"There, that should make you feel better. Head to the bedroom and I'll be in there in just a second to get you ready for bed."
I could hear the sink turn back on and Spencer washing his hands as I headed toward the bedroom. The room was beginning to feel chilly now that our cardio workout had been completed and my heart rate was returning to normal. I'd just wrapped one of our throw blankets around my shoulders and was standing at the window watching the snow fall when Daddy returned.
"Maybe we can go outside so you can play in it tomorrow?" he asked, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his head on my shoulder so he could watch the snow as well.
That sounded cold.
He chuckled like he could read my mind. "There's lots of snow gear in the coat closet from when we went skiing last year. And I'm sure there's the makings for hot chocolate in the kitchen."
"The real stuff? Not the water and powder stuff." If I was going to get cold, I was going to demand the whole milk, melted chocolate, and marshmallows.
"I think that can be arranged. For the time being, it's getting late, you need pajamas on, and I think there's a movie calling our names."
He stepped back and turned me so he could hold my hand on the way across the room. "Warm jammies coming up," he announced like it was the most natural thing to get me dressed for bed. I liked it.
Getting me in my pajamas that time felt more natural. We both went through the motions, and I quickly found myself in an outfit that looked a lot like long johns but with a bright ocean pattern on them. They weren't as cool as the dragon sleeper, but this would actually be more comfortable to sleep in and they made me smile.
"I'll be back in just a minute." Daddy stepped into a pair of his well-worn sleep pants and headed out of the room. I took the time to climb into bed and get comfortable on a mound of pillows. My hoard of pillows had grown to the point that they took up half the bed, but no matter where I turned at night, they were there. Spencer had teased me lightly but didn't complain unless they encroached on his side of the bed.
Daddy was back hardly a minute later. In his hands was the dragon blanket, one of my dragons from downstairs, the sparkly binkie, and the bottle we'd unwrapped earlier. My eyes went wide with surprise, but he simply shrugged. "Now we can watch the dragon movie."
"Dragon movie, Daddy?" I didn't know what he was talking about, but I was instantly interested.
His chest puffed with pride. "Ah, you missed that one, huh?"
I'd definitely missed something, and I wanted to know what.
Daddy pushed at my shoulder. "Let me get in, and I can show you."
I wriggled farther onto my side so he had a place to lie down, and my gaze kept flicking from the TV to Daddy and back again. I wanted to know what movie he'd found.
The knowing grin on his face said he knew he'd been right. "It's the one with the little black dragon."
I wiggled in the bed. "On, please, Daddy?" It couldn't hurt to be extra nice. What was that old saying about catching more flies with honey?
He produced the remotes from somewhere on the other side of him and flicked the TV on. How to Train Your Dragon's opening credits appeared and I was pretty sure I let out a squeal. It was one of my favorite movies, but the kids hadn't loved it, so I'd always rationalized not buying it.<
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Daddy's arm worked its way behind my back and he pulled me close, allowing me to use his chest as a pillow. He arranged the dragon blanket and stuffed dragon in my arms, then settled in to watch the movie.
About a half hour in, the nipple of the bottle was placed to my lips. I'd been so engrossed in the movie, I hadn't thought anything of it until I'd closed my mouth around it and felt the flexible silicone nipple against my tongue. I gave a hesitant pull and was surprised to find the milk flowed easily. Spencer didn't react, just held the bottle with one hand while his other gently rubbed my back as I continued to nurse and watch the movie.
I wasn't sure when I fell asleep, but at some point my eyes closed and the world, the snowstorm, and even the movie I'd been so excited about watching faded away. I was safe in Daddy's arms, and the real world and everything else could wait.
Epilogue
Spencer
3 months later
"Daddy, come on! Come on! We're going to be late!" Gray was nearly dragging me behind him as we made our way to the front of DASH.
"Calm down, baby, we're still five minutes early."
Grayson shook his head. "But I want to see Caleb, Aiden, and Curious!"
I didn't have the heart to tell him they might not even be here yet. I didn't see their trucks in the parking lot, but that didn't mean much. The place was pretty busy that evening.
"Good evening, Miss Alice," Grayson said as we entered the front room.
Alice beamed. "Good evening, sweetie," she responded. "Ready to go play?"
Grayson nodded his head so fast it looked painful. "Are Caleb and Aiden and Curious here yet?"
She pretended to think about it as she took our membership cards. She handed them back to me and winked. "You know, I'm pretty sure they got here about two minutes before you guys."
Grayson's eyes got wide as saucers. "See, Daddy! We need to hurry!" If there'd been any question—which there hadn't—that Grayson had been in little space for nearly an hour by that point, it would have been answered by his interaction with Alice.