Keane’s grip tightens just enough at the base of my skull to ground me.
“I will,” he promises, every syllable slow and certain. “I’ll make you feel quiet because you choose it, not because you’re scared. And when I let you go, you’ll still be strong. You’ll still be you.”
The words wash through me, leaving a wake of relief. They're not what I thought I wanted—this is more. The pleading loosens from my throat into something deeper: trust. A sob chokes my throat, and I feel him fold around me like shelter.
“Now say it one more time,” he whispers. “Say it so I hear the part that matters.”
“I want to be yours,” I breathe. “Completely. I want you to be the only voice that matters. Please, Daddy.”
He answers with a hush that is both command and comfort.
“Then be mine tonight. Keep talking when you need to and be quiet when you want to. I’ll be here to teach you the difference.”
And even as my plea hangs in the dark between us, I know the tease will go on a little longer—because he likes my honesty, because he likes making me beg, and because every second of delay deepens the promise. My body eases into him, my voice growing small as the tremors slow. The wanting is still there, hot and insistent, but underneath it is an unshakable certainty that he will hold me through it.
Keane’s touch slows, steadies—measured in a way that makes me feel both undone and cared for. His hands map me as if he’s memorizing every shiver, every stuttered breath, every place I arch into him without thinking.
“Good boy,” he murmurs, voice rough velvet.
The words hit low in my gut, pulling a sound from me I can’t swallow back. My body thrums, all wound tight, every nerve tuned to the drag of his palm, the press of his body, the weight of his presence hemming me in, keeping me guarded even as he pushes me higher.
He opens his pants just enough to free his dick, as if that’s all I’ve earned of him. His big hand fists his thick cock, stroking it slowly. My mouth waters to taste him. With his gaze fixed on me, he comes closer and sits on the edge of the mattress, thighs spread wide. His balls hang heavy, filled with the load I’m dying to swallow.
“Come here, boy. On your knees.”
I scramble to obey, settling on his plush carpet, with my face just inches from his dick. My cock throbs, begging for attention, but I won’t touch it until Daddy tells me I can come.
Keane taps the head of his cock against my chin, smearing precum over my skin.
“Open up,” he commands.
He feeds me the wet tip, sliding it over my waiting tongue. His bittersweet flavor blooms in my mouth, and I salivate for another taste.
“Suck Daddy’s tip. Convince me I want to give you the whole thing.”
Oh, God, ohgodohgodohgod, he’s gonna make me sticky before I’m told to come.
Swirling my tongue around his fat head, I use my lips softly, not sucking, just a teasing kiss, a caress and a promise of more. My tongue pokes into his slit to catch another drop of mana.
“That’s good, baby. Can you handle a bit more?”
He knows I can, but the question just sounds hot as fuck, as if my mouth’s too little to take my Daddy’s big cock. I nod my head, refusing to surrender his dick. Daddy rewards me with another two inches. He’s thick, veiny, and hot, and I can’t breathe around his shaft. He fills my entire mouth until all I can taste is Keane, his precum, his skin, and his promise to use my throat until it’s raw.
“If you need me to stop, just tap my knee. Otherwise, I won’t stop until I’ve plugged your mouth properly and I watch you struggle to swallow my load. Got it?”
Fuck, yes. You bet I’ve got it.But I nod for him.
“Good boy, now suck. Prove to Daddy your mouth is worthy of my cock.”
He follows the rough command with a gentle brush of his thumb over my jaw, feeling where it’s stretched wide at the hinge. I bet he loves that, knowing how hard I have to work to accommodate his girth.
My mouth gets sloppy fast—saliva running down my chin to drip onto my cock, my eyes watering as he pushes deep, my nose running as I try to breathe through it. The snot mixes with my saliva, and I taste it in my mouth.
“That’s my boy, show Daddy your sacrifice.”
Ungh, fuck. This man is pure filth and fire. Desperate for relief, I squeeze my thighs together, putting pressure on my swollen sac, but the move throws off my rhythm, making my teeth accidentally graze his sensitive cock. Keane punishes me by squeezing my nostrils.
He pegs me with a hard look. “Watch those teeth. If you can’t do your absolute best, I’ll just have to find another hole to plug.”
