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He hadn’t actually given me permission to play with his dick yet. He’d specifically said he wanted me to spank him and he’d asked that I pick how he got to come. So yeah, I was going to be careful and ease into new situations.
Especially with how unfocused he was.
I was almost surprised his legs worked, but as I got another distracted nod, he inched around and stretched himself over my lap and down the couch. As his cock stroked over the silky fabric, he moaned and shivered. Every muscle seemed to twitch as the need pushed through him and he was so lost in his own head, he nearly jumped when I stroked over his naked cheeks for the first time.
He didn’t even seem to register the way our relationship had shifted, but I could feel how much he needed the release and the submission. So as I stroked over him, I kept my voice low and even. “That’s my good boy. You look so pretty like this…all offered up to your Dom.”
Pressing his face into the cushions, he whimpered and his bottom pushed up again. “Such a needy bottom.”
The word choice had him hiding his face and the cutest embarrassed whine slipped out. But every little wiggle had his cock rubbing against the smooth fabric under him and his noises quickly turned back into moans. “Yes, I like that sound, baby.”
Rewarding him, I gave him his first spank, keeping it on the too-light side just in case. He sucked in a breath but was soon wiggling and whining for more. “Sir…I…Daddy…”
Taking that as an I need more kind of begging, I brought my hand down on his other cheek slightly harder. When he shivered and moaned, nearly going boneless on my lap, I took that as a clue that I’d found just the right reward for my good boy.
Alternating between each cheek, I kept a slow pace and let the heat build. Every few swats, I stroked over the pinkening skin and stretched it out until he was making sweet needy sounds again before I continued.
Camden seemed to think I was torturing him, but he’d been waiting for this moment for so long, rushing through it was the last thing I wanted for him.
But yes, torturing him was fun too.
When his needy sounds were right at the edge of frantic and he’d started to squirm, I knew he couldn’t last any longer. “Rub it, baby. Rub against me and show me how much you liked your spanking.”
Having permission broke the dam inside of him, and as I gave him a few last swats, his movements grew frantic. With one arm looped over him to keep him from falling, I trailed my thumb down over his tight hole as I squeezed his tender cheek.
Bingo.
Camden cried out, his body clenching around my thumb, and I could feel his orgasm firing through him. As it swept over him, I continued to stroke and knead his sensitive skin until he’d wrung every drop of pleasure from his orgasm.
When his cock was as boneless as the rest of him and little sparks firing through him didn’t even make him sigh, I gentled my touch even more until I was barely caressing him. The way his breathing would change occasionally was the only hint that he wasn’t asleep, but he didn’t seem stressed, so I wasn’t worried.
I just let him be and made sure he knew I was there for him.
When he finally started to speak, it was so soft I had to strain to hear him. “Big me sometimes gets nervous about spankings. My first dad was kind of mean when I was young. It got worse as I got older. So big me still has some hang-ups sometimes. I talked to a therapist when I was younger.”
That seemed to be pointed out to make sure it wasn’t my first question, but when I stayed silent, his words continued to flow a bit more easily. “Little me doesn’t have those issues. He just likes what he likes.”
Ahh.
“Then little you can ask for happies anytime you want.” Google had not prepared me for this conversation. “I know everyone explores this lifestyle differently, and honestly, I have no preconceived notions about how to do this right.”
I just had lots of worries about fucking it up…but very few firm expectations.
“So…” I shrugged as he giggled even though he probably couldn’t see me. “We do what works for us.”
“I generally end up big by the end, but at that point, I don’t remember why I was nervous to begin with.” His arms twitched like he’d thought about shrugging or waving them around. “Starting off big makes it more difficult to get into the right headspace.”
It certainly explained his limits.
“If a giggly cutie climbs in my lap and tells me that he’s been very good and he wants to be happy, I will not have any problem with it.” The way he snickered when he said happy now made me think it’d be funny.
