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“My sweet boy.” He kissed along my neck, going up from my shoulder and sending sparks of pleasure through me. “You’re going to be my dirty boy in just a minute, though. Just as soon as I tie you up, the only thing you’re going to be able to focus on is pleasing me and getting to come.”
I’d have died…but it was true.
So I whimpered instead, and that had Daddy letting out a wicked chuckle that sent a shiver through me. “My sexy boy.”
I was going to be his tied-up boy soon…and imagining that had more brain cells slipping away. “Daddy…”
Yeah, brains gone.
“I’m going to release you in just a moment, and then you’re going to climb on the bed and kneel in the middle with your hands at your side.” Daddy’s calm tone should’ve been relaxing, but it only had my anticipation rising. “Do you understand what you need to do?”
Up.
Kneel.
Hands.
“Yes, Daddy.” I barely held back a frustrated whimper as he released the fabric and I could move again. But I remembered his order and I wanted to see what would happen next, so I was good.
As he shifted back to the head of the bed, I climbed up and quickly got into position. He just watched me for a few long moments, stroking his hands over the soft strips of fabric as he studied every inch of me.
It didn’t help the naughty excitement that was building in me, and my dick just seemed to get harder with each passing second.
Why was this so erotic?
“If you come before you have permission, you won’t get a spanking for a month.” Daddy’s firm words sent a shiver through me…and not the good kind.
“I’ll be good, Daddy.”
What was he going to do that was going to turn me on so much?
“That’s what I want to see.” He slowly sat up, still stroking the fabric like he was imagining running his hands over me instead. “I want you to take a deep breath and close your eyes for me. You’re trying to relax, so if you feel off balance with your eyes closed, let me know.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Taking a breath like he’d said, I closed my eyes and focused on showing him I was relaxed and paying attention.
It was hard.
When he shifted my arms and I felt the fabric against my skin, it got even harder…and more difficult.
But within a few seconds, the fabric started to tighten and my arms became pinned low across my chest. It was an odd feeling, pressure and soft control, but I liked it.
And my erection made sure Daddy knew I liked it.
By the time Daddy kissed my forehead and his hands were stroking over my hair, I’d already started to sink into the wonderful fuzzy headspace that he’d been promising me. “That’s right, cutie. I knew you’d love this.”
Daddy’s hands caressed over the silky restraints until he was petting me and tracing one finger under my dick. “Cohen is going to be so excited when I tell him just how much you liked it.”
He made a pleased sound as he ran one finger over my slit, smearing the precum he’d found over the head like he was painting my dick. “I can’t wait to tell him every little detail.”
I was going to be embarrassed by that statement eventually, but for the time being, it made me ache to hear all the wonderfully dirty details he was going to tease Cohen with.
“For being so good and for getting so hard from the restraints, I’m going to let you use that pretty mouth to worship my muscles.” Daddy’s soft words sent desire and embarrassment flooding through me like a wave.
He knew.
“Come here, cutie. You’re going to love this so much.” His strong hands gripped my sides and gently lifted me closer to him, laying me down over his chest like I weighed nothing.
It was impossible to stay embarrassed when he did something so sexy like that, so I was left achingly hard and squeezing my eyes shut like that would block out reality.
When I was draped down his naked body, he settled me against his chest and petted my head like we were watching TV and cuddling. Nothing curious here. Nothing to see. Just a desperate sub being told his reward was worshipping his Daddy’s muscles.
God, he knew.
“Just think about how good you’re going to make me feel and how hard it’s going to make you.” Daddy’s soft tone was so calm and so at ease, I knew he was doing his best to make me relax into the scene. “Think about how tight the fabric is and that you can’t move.”
Oh, how had I forgotten about that?
Thinking about the way he had me completely vulnerable against him had the fuzzy brain coming back. Thank fuck. The fuzzy brain liked being helpless. It also liked the heat of Daddy’s body under mine and I found myself rubbing my cheek against his firm chest.
