But doesn’t say his safe word.
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Tommy
“I can do it,” I tell him quickly, already straightening up, reaching for the lube.
He puts me flat on my stomach in a blur of movement I don’t see coming, and I hit the bed with anoomph. While I’m stunned, he lays a few more spanks on my stinging ass, and I writhe from the pleasure-pain.
“Who am I to you?” he asks me, resting his hand on my roasting ass.
“Daddy,” I pant into the bedding. “Goddamn. Fine, prep me if you want, fuck.”
“I was going to.” He sounds like he’s smirking at me. I grumble, then yelp when he yanks my hips up, propping me up on my knees with my face still on the bed.
I start to push myself onto my elbows but he grabs one of my hands. “No,” he orders. “This is my first time doing this. I need to see what I’m doing. Reach back here and hold yourself open for me.”
Shit. Heat and sweet humiliation burn through me, roasting me as much as a spanking does. “What?” My voice squeaks.
“You heard me,” he rumbles. “Reach back here, grab your asscheeks, and pull them apart. Embarrass yourself for me, Tommy.”
“Fuuuck,” I hiss. And of course, it’s this twist of our dynamic that makes my dick so hard I’m practically dripping onto the bed. I can’t believe I’m this hard, that I’mstillhard. I got to enjoy a blowjob for the first time, like, ever. His mouth on me was amazing, and I was so blissed out by choking on him that I managed to keep my mind in the present.
He’s a fucking manipulative genius.
With my face as hot as my ass feels, I bury my head in the bedding and grab my cheeks. The sting on my sore ass zings through me deliciously, and I let out a muffled groan, tightening my grip more than necessary to really feel it. And I pull myself apart, just like he asked me to.
“Good boy,” he murmurs. A featherlight touch right over my hole makes me jerk and groan. I’ve never been so exposed, not once in my entire life. I feel even nakeder than naked. He fucking owns me. I wouldn’t do this shit with anyone else.
I hear the lube squeeze out, and turn my head so I can breathe. Not being able to look over my shoulder makes everything about this dialed in on sensation, all about touch. Mythrobbing ass keeps me grounded. I can still feel his dick in my throat, wish it was still there.
Then his slick finger presses against me and I can’t focus on anything else. I flinch when I feel lube pour onto my hole.
“Goddamn, Daddy,” I complain. “You don’t need that much.”
“If I want you this wet, you’ll be this wet.” He punctuates his statement with a sloppy-sounding plunge of a single finger inside me. I cut off a moan, holding my breath. He hums, using his other hand to fondle my balls, which hang between my spread legs because I’m fucking debasing myself, baring myself, for him. Ugh, it’s so fucking hot.
In the shower, he didn’t explore inside me, just got the job done. But this time, he seems enamored with the feeling of me. And I know what he’s looking for, so I shouldn’t be surprised when he finds it, but–
“Fuck me,” I groan when he finds my prostate. “Right there, Daddy.”
He hums again, approvingly. I expect him to go for it, to push in another finger and get to business, to work me open fast and nasty, but he just presses against that spot inside me, working it like he wants to see if it will make me cum. I choke, groan, flush with embarrassed heat.
I know my fingers are flexing on my ass, my hole is twitching. I can’t even imagine the eyeful he’s getting right now. He’s such a bastard about staring too, so I know he’s looking right at me. Right at my center. Fuck.
“Put in another one already,” I snap at him, trying to get a little control back.
“What’s wrong, Tommy?” he asks, unbothered. “Feeling a little slutty for holding yourself open for me? You should. But you’re such a pretty slut, such a good boy. I love that you embarrass yourself for me.”
“Fuck off, put in another–shit!” My back arches when he massages my spot hard and tugs on my ballsack. My hands slip and I have to readjust, face burning because he’s watching me re-spread myself. “This is some real fucked up shit, Young-gi.”
“It’s really not,” he comments, finally teasing a second finger around the edge of my ass. “I could get a lot more fucked up. I probably will, someday soon. But for now, this is enough. This is what we want. What we need.”
He shoves a second finger inside me quickly, like he’s expecting me to argue like I always do about that word, but instead I moan out a broken, wrecked, ‘yes’. Because me needing things is new, but okay, I can wrap my head around that. But Young-gi,needingme back? Goddamn, I think I can get on board with anything to have that.
Another squirt of cold lube precedes the slick, wet, messy sound of his two fingers opening me up. It’s fucking obscene, the only other sound in the room besides my harsh breathing. It’s acutely filthy and so nasty hot, humiliating in a good way.
“You’re doing this on purpose,” I accuse.
