Page 28 of Dear Daddy, Please Want Me

“Please.” The word Daddy was on the tip of his tongue, but he didn’t quite dare. Daddy was special and sacred. He’d typed it in the chat, but that had been a thoughtless response. He needed to know that Saul wanted it too.

Right now, he would take this fantasy-come-to-life and enjoy every moment of it.

“What’s your safeword?”

“Red-yellow-green,” he breathed in a rush. He felt like he would shake out of his skin.

Saul’s soothing hands traced down his back. Over his ass. Tingles raced through him, leaving shining trails everywhere Saul touched.

This was really happening.

Right in front of those full-length windows where their reflections were overlaid with the sparkling stars of the city night.

Levi watched himself, cast against the darkness. He looked horribly undignified, stretched out over the couch in another man’s lap. Saul was clearly in control, their positions unmistakable for anything but the act that was about to take place.

Heat washed through him. He’d been dreaming of this forever.

The first swat came down gently and he closed his eyes. It was hardly a blow, but Saul soothed it away anyway. Because Saul was taking care of him.

The next two fell harder, sending little sparks of pain dancing through him.

“You’ve been very naughty today, haven’t you?” Saul’s voice held that perfect mixture of affection and command.

Two more blows fell in quick succession, leaving him grunting.

“Yes. Sorry. So naughty,” he agreed eagerly. Anything to get more.

The intensity increased, pain arcing through him in a glorious swirl of heat. “You’ve been teasing me. Making me watch those pouty lips and big innocent eyes.”

Saul liked his eyes? And his lips? He moaned.

A soothing hand massaged his ass and Levi wished like anything that Saul would have taken down his pants first. He wanted that graceful, slender hand on him with nothing between them.

“Please,” he whimpered. “Please more.”

Saul struck four times in quick succession, each one landing before the last had been absorbed. Levi twisted, into it, away from it, seeking more of that glorious tangle of agony and desire.

He panted as Saul teased his stinging flesh, wriggling to get more friction on his cock.

“Stop that,” Saul gave him another sharp tap. “You’ll come when I say you can come.”

Oh, fuck that was hot. Glorious need flashed through him, welling up in his dick until it was close to exploding.

“OK. When you say... OK, please.”

Saul chuckled again. It was such a throaty, indulgent sound. Levi wanted to hear it all the time.

He had to open his eyes to the reflection in the glass. To see the muscles bunch in Saul’s arm. To see the blur of his own face that he knew was damp with tears. To see Saul’s satisfaction as he took him apart so masterfully on that uncomfortable corporate couch.

If Levi thought Saul would go easy on him after that, though, he was wrong. Saul set up a bruising pattern, each slap painting over the last like a watercolor, growing and fading and blending into a perfect landscape of pleasure.

“You’ve been asking for this all day, haven’t you?” Saul bit out without slowing his arm. “Asking me to punish you in my office. Right in front of the windows where everyone can see what a naughty boy you are.”

A hoarse scream tore from Levi’s throat. He was beyond words, but he nodded. That was exactly it. Exactly what he’d wanted, even when he hadn’t admitted it to himself. And Saul was giving it to him.

“Don’t come,” Saul reminded him with that confident, perfect cruelty.

“K. Please. I… please.”