It takes him several seconds to even realize I did, further proving that he got lost in his own head for a second there. He blinks up at me, returning to himself all at once.
I just watch him, waiting him out. Eventually, he gives me what I want. He always does.
“He–” He swallows hard. “He used to–to make me, it was how he would sometimes–get me off. Sorry, I-I like you doing that, it’s just that–I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–”
Quickly, to cut off that line of thinking, I grab his ankles together in one hand and lift them straight up, folding him in half. He scrabbles at the bedding with his hands, but the first spank I crack across his ass has him freezing in place, groaning loud and long and uninhibited as I heat his ass up with smack after smack, until I’m sure it’s warm and aching, especially after already spanking him downstairs.
“That’s to help you remember,” I say darkly, lowering his legs, letting him stare dazedly up at the ceiling. “You will not apologize for anything your body does. I’ve told you once before. I’ll remind you as often as you need.”
“Fuck,” he squirms, feeling his stinging ass brush against the bedding beneath him. “So fucking hot.”
While he enjoys the bliss of my correction, my mind races with possibilities. I want to make Tommy cum, of course I do, but it’s clear that just being on the receiving end of pleasure isn’t enough. It’s not enough inputs, not enough distraction. At the nightclub, he said the more the world spins around him, the more chaos and noise there is, the easier it is to let go. He needs to get his mind off his own thoughts. He needs someone to help him quiet those noisy, intrusive memories.
When I’ve made him cum in the past, I’ve been spanking him, Daddying him, or choking him.
I can do a little bit of all three.
His ass is probably pretty hot right now; he’ll feel those spanks for a while, so that should help.
I climb off the bed, my dick swelling as my ideas percolate into one plan of action.
“Tommy,” I pat my thigh, and stand beside my tall bed. “Want to suck me, instead?”
“Fuck yeah,” he pants, crawling to me.
“On your back.”
“Ohhh fuck yes,” he hisses, flopping onto his back and wriggling so his head is hanging off the bed, now level with my dick. “Fuck my throat, I’m gonna fucking love this.” He sticks his tongue out invitingly and moans for it.
“Such a slutty boy,” I comment, feeding him my cock. I push deep, not all the way but enough to make his legs twitch on the bed, to make his cock throb and plump back up.
“If you need a break, tap me,” I say sternly, pulling out to make sure he understands.
But he grabs my hips with a growl of annoyance and yanks me back to him, swallowing around my cock greedily. I let him do it, happy that he’s happy. With gentle touches, I trace the shape of my dick in his throat, pushing all the way inside just to see it. He chokes and groans around it, breathless and coughing. I pull out, and make things shallower, but he pulls me back in.
Deciding to let him choke himself as much as he needs, I bend over him, and take his now rock-hard cock into my mouth.
His hands grip my ass and he moans desperately, trying to force me to fuck his face fast and deep. I give him enough to keep him happy, but pull out and off to check on him a few times. He looks more and more wrecked each time I check, eyes wateringand his mouth glistening from spit as he swallows my dick over and over again.
Fuck, he’s so good at this.
He’s going to make me cum.
And as much as I love cumming down his throat, that’s not the plan today.
I pull back, leaving him gasping for air. His hips thrust and shift restlessly, his dick glistening from my attention.
“Daddy,” he gasps. “Please.”
“Turn around and flip over,” I order, and smile at the way he does it so quickly. So trustingly. So eagerly.
Like a prayer, he starts a quiet chant when I don’t immediately move to touch him again.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” he whispers, almost under his breath, getting on his hands and knees for me. “Fuck me, please fuck me.”
“I will, sweet boy,” I purr, picking up the lube and letting him hear me open it. “But first, I’m going to prep you.”
And just like I expect, that splashes a little cold water on my anxious, shy boy. He stiffens up, shakes his head.
