Page 52 of Love Unlimited

Do you want Daddy to take care of it for you? Show you how to feel good? He gave another slow stroke.

It was so fucking difficult not to move. Please, Daddy, he signed instead, knowing he was probably whimpering. Show me, Daddy.

Well, you might have to wait a while. Daddy kept up that maddeningly slow stroke while signing with the other hand. Daddy has lots of plans for you tonight. But I promise I’ll make you feel so good.

Thank you, Daddy.

First I might have to take a little taste, though. Daddy pulled the PJs down just far enough to expose his cock and immediately took the head into his mouth.

Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. It was beyond just good. Danger’s hands gripped the sheets, because Daddy didn’t even give him a moment to adjust before digging his tongue into that place right below the head that drove him crazy.

There was too much energy burning inside him and it all had to come out somehow. He never vocalized when he could sign, but the word came pouring out of him. “Daddyyyyyy!”

Daddy popped off to look up at him, both amused and aroused. I’ve never heard you voice that before.

Do you want me to voice it again? Danger asked, still panting.

It was hot, but you know ASL is easier for me. Any time you want to call me Daddy, though, in any language, I’ll always listen.

God, Danger just loved him so much. I’ll will, he swore. But that time– he felt himself blushing again,–it was because I was about to come.

Already? Daddy gave him a look of amused exasperation, even though he’d obviously known what he was doing. Well, we can’t have that. Daddy made promises to his boy.

Daddy pulled up a ribbon from somewhere on the bed. It was satiny and red, maybe two feet long. So maybe they weren’t doing Shibari tonight.

Then Daddy started winding it around his balls. Oh, fuck. He made two loops around, lacing figure 8s around the base of his cock, and after that Danger lost track. The thin ribbon dug into his tender flesh as it spiraled up his shaft, not hard enough to hurt but inescapable in its ownership. Daddy’s efficient hands and look of concentration only made it better, tying him up neatly and not making any mistakes.

How does that feel? Daddy asked him, stroking down his length again.

Good, Daddy, Landon answered shakily. Tight. He drew in a breath. Daddy had tied the bow so that the knot dug into his frenulum every time he moved. Really good.

Do you think you can come like that?

He shrugged. I don’t think so. Otherwise he probably would have already. The sensation was amazing, but even more, it was the idea of it. That Daddy owned his orgasms.

Let’s test it then. Daddy circled his tongue around the head and then into the slit, the sensation so intense and overwhelming that Danger had to grab his hair. He could feel his balls drawing up, the tension mounting, and then it was completely blocked.

It was horribly glorious.

Where did I say your hands were supposed to be? Daddy asked him, looking all sexy and authoritative.

Landon slapped his hands onto the blankets.

Good boy. I knew you’d remember.

That sent a different kind of rush through him. He was so rarely a good boy, but it felt amazing right now.

Daddy didn’t leave him long to ponder that, though. He picked up the plush blanket and began rubbing it over Danger’s bound cock.

That was overwhelming in a different way, the contrast between the soft fabric and the tight bands of the ribbon not nearly enough to get him off, but doing strange and wonderful things to his brain.

“Daddy,” he cried out again, enjoying the way the air felt sliding out of his mouth, the way that Daddy looked at him with hungry eyes.

Daddy only lightened his grip, the soft fur of the blanket barely touching his heated skin.

Now it’s time for the rest, Daddy announced. He pooled the blanket onto Landon’s lap, the heavy weight of it pressing on his bound cock in the best possible way. Then he pulled Landon up to sitting and moved behind him.

Danger could see the pile of ropes now, most of them still coiled and two doubled over and laid out on the bed. There was a pair of safety scissors and a bottle of water, which was comforting to see, even though Landon implicitly trusted his Daddy to think of these things.