Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 27008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“I…I’m going to be a good boy, Daddy.” Yes, that was the first part…then what? As Daddy helped me out and wrapped a towel around me, the answer came to me. “Then you’re going to help me pick how to orgasm, Daddy.”
I shivered as he ran the soft cotton over me. I wasn’t sure if it was his touch or the look of pleased desire on his face, but my skin felt almost too sensitive as he held me. “That’s right, ketzel. I’m going to give you a choice of how you want to have your pleasure as long as you’re a good boy for your spanking.”
That meant no coming.
I could do it.
Hopefully.
“Yes, Daddy.” Nodding, I knew I had to do it because all I wanted was to feel his hand jerking me off or his cock sliding deep inside me.
Daddy knew I was a bottom at heart. I’d never hidden that from him, but there were so many other wonderful things we could do that the fantasies kept building on top of each other. Pushing away the beautiful image of his mouth wrapped around me, I leaned into him and took a deep breath. “It’s hard, Daddy.”
He moaned, wrapping his arms around me. “Oh, ketzel. You say the sweetest things.”
Knowing I’d somehow made Daddy happy had me inching toward the edge again. It wasn’t enough to make me come, but it was enough to send sparks of desire through me. “Help me be good, Daddy.”
I wasn’t sure what I was asking, but I wasn’t surprised when he held me tight and steered me toward the bedroom. He kissed my head as I almost floated through the room, barely feeling the soft carpet under my feet or the fuzzy towel wrapped around me.
“That’s my good boy.” He kissed my head again as he finally helped me up onto the bed, stripping the towel away as he stroked his hands over me. “Almost there, ketzel.”
Arching into his touch as he gently petted me, I felt like his kitten as he hummed softly. “That’s right. You’re going to get your spanking and then you’ll remember how you always want to be Daddy’s good boy.”
Yes…I was going to be Daddy’s boy.
I was always going to remember.
Daddy moaned, making my scattered brain wonder what I’d said or done, but before I could ask, he was climbing up on the bed. Logic failed as his body rubbed against mine and his arms wrapped around me, steering me onto his lap.
I’d imagined lying over him a thousand different times—sometimes it was anxious and nerve-racking, sometimes peaceful and floaty—but it’d never captured the utter perfection of knowing I belonged to him.
I had my Daddy.
Tingly pleasure sparked through me as his hands stroked over my back and down my ass. I heard myself moan as Daddy’s fingers trailed up between my cheeks again, barely tickling my hole.
Daddy made a low, pleased sound as he kneaded my ass. “That’s right. Just relax. Every time you think about your spanking, my hand coming down on you and how submissive it made you feel, you’re going to remember how important you are to me. I wouldn’t be spanking you if you weren’t a very special boy.”
Warmth spread through me as my emotions swelled, but it quickly turned to a fiery pleasure as his hand came down on my ass for the first time. The tender words he gave me mixed with the desire the spanking flooded through me until I knew I’d never be able to separate the two in my head.
“That’s right. Give yourself to Daddy, ketzel.” The loving tone and the utter confidence that I belonged to him made it all even more perfect as he peppered my ass with the swats I’d been craving for so long.
Knowing what I wanted and finally getting it from the man who’d come to mean so much to me had me fighting back waves of unexpected emotion.
This was my Daddy.
Holding me.
Spanking me.
Claiming me.
As the beautiful ache built and his sweet words continued, I floated in and out, barely holding on to reality. I could feel myself shaking as his hand slowed until he was petting over the sensitive skin, and I knew it had to be pink based on how Daddy was moaning in pleasure.
“Oh, my beautiful boy.” His hand squeezed one cheek pulling a moan from me that had him making another low, happy sound. “So beautiful, ketzel.”
I wasn’t sure what he thought was beautiful, and if my brain had been working normally, I’d have probably been embarrassed, but at that moment, all I could do was let the painful pleasure of his incredible touch wash through me.
I heard myself moan again as his hand trailed down the middle of my cheeks, but it wasn’t until one slicked finger teased around my ass that my desire spiked again. Daddy made a deep, sexy sound that went right to my dick as I spread my legs and one finger eased into me.