AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Constantine chuckles. "Then why are you hard, cutie?" He shakes his head in amusement. "That's the beautiful thing about male bodies. You can deny it all you want, but your midsection betrays your arousal."
I grind my dick against the bottom of the tub, and let heat wash across my skin. "Fine," I peep, my balls aching. "I'm thinking about the rimjob you gave me. It made me feelsoooogood."
Constantine scoops water into his hands and brings it to my hair. "Eyes shut." His voice is a growl. "I must wash the shampoo out now."
I nod and scrunch my eyes as tight as I can. With bated breath, I count down the seconds until the warm water cleans my face.
At last, Constantine lets the warm, clean water wash the shampoo off my hair. It cascades in rivulets down my back.
Contentment wells up within me as Constantine repeats the motion until my hair is nice and clean.
"All better." Constantine tousles my wet hair. "Now get back to the rimjob. You piqued Daddy's curiosity."
I let out a laugh as I press my alien ducky to my chest. I began telling Constantine how he made me feel, but how the hell do I confess everything?
Constantine made me feel like the most treasured little bean in the world when he ate my ass. Nothing I've read or seen in porn videos prepared me for it. I flewoverthe clouds.
"I was saying…" I stick my thumb out and touch Constantine's chin. "Your rimjob skills are amazing, Daddy. I've never come so much in my life."
Constantine picks up a washcloth and brings it between my legs. "I can tell you liked it," he growls, wrapping the washcloth around my hard cock. "Your body reacted to it. Some people don't like ass play and that's perfectly fine. But I could tell it interested you."
I stare into Constantine's eyes. Yes, that's exactly how I felt. Ass play isn't for everyone, and I've read that some gay men prefer other activities like handjobs, but I love it.
"Yes." I sink into the tub, canting my hips up as I let Constantine scrub my hard cock. "I like ass play a lot. It felt good when you licked me back there."
Constantine drags the washcloth up to the tip of my shaft, then swirls it around my pink crown. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I fucking love eating ass."
I stare at Constantine. "Do you eat ass often?"
All at once, it hits me how little I know about Constantine's past. I know he's been in at least one Daddy relationship before me, but I'm not aware of any others. Is he a player? Does he hook up with boys in the Little Bunny Club often?
These are questions I should've asked before I came to Constantine's penthouse, but I figure it doesn't matter. Even if Constantine's a player, and even if his cock has been in every boy in New York City, I know he still adores me.
Constantine lets out a sigh. "Hell yes. Daddy loves eating ass."
I sense there's abutsomewhere. It's on the tip of Constantine's tongue, the unspoken words he desires to let out.
"Hey." I feather my hand up Constantine's arm, spreading bubbles all over his sexy, tattooed muscles. I touch his jaw, then gently stroke it. "Tell me anything. I won't judge you."
This man has accepted every part of me, no matter how embarrassing. He listened nonjudgmentally when I confided in him about my upbringing in Queens and the fact that my mother was a heroin addict. He didn't judge me for my medical condition. I can return this favor.
Constantine scrubs my hard shaft as he stares into my eyes. "I love eating ass, boy. But I haven't done it in avery longtime."
"What do you mean?"
Constantine clenches his jaw. "This is a little embarrassing." He stares at his feet. "I haven't been with anyone since my ex-boyfriend. After our breakup, I locked myself in my room for three months and couldn't leave."
Emotion slams into me. I stare at Constantine's crestfallen face and fight the urge to hug him. What happened in his past? This relationship must've been pretty bad for Constantine not to leave his house for three months.
"Tell me everything, Daddy." I press the pad of my thumb on Constantine's lower lip. "I'm listening."
"My ex Carlos wasn't into ass play. He liked the rougher side of BDSM. Whips. Chains. Violent beatings. I'd never been with a boy like him. I was used to sweet Daddy relationships that focused on caregiver and nurturer aspects. But Carlos only wanted vicious domination. He cursed me out when I asked him if I could eat him out before our play session one night. I tried to be a wonderful Daddy to him, sweetheart. I really did. I poured my heart and soul into every flogging, but it wasn't enough. Carlos could tell I wasn't a natural rough Dom. He cheated on me and found a compatible sexual partner elsewhere."
Rage. Blinding, and red-hot. It festers within me, swirling through my tummy as my fingers clench into fists. I picture Constantine's ex-boyfriend cheating on him, and I want to smash my fist into him.
How the hell could any man cheat on Constantine? Constantine is the most compassionate man I've ever met. He listens to my needs and respects my love of gentle play. The fact that Carlos wasn't willing to compromise or experiment with new things infuriates me.
"I'm so sorry, Daddy." I bring my hand to Constantine's wrist and draw a tiny heart on it with my thumb. "That's terrible. Cheating is the worst."
