Page 259 of Daddy's Pride
But God, I really, really needed to come now, and hearing the porn-Daddy praise his boy was fucking with my head and making me turned on in a way that I definitely shouldn’t be, right? Like it was somehow hotter and more urgent and more… better, just better, than anything I’d ever done before, even actual sex. With, obviously, a girl.
Well, with Hannah. She was the only one I’d ever slept with.
But I didn’t want to think about her right now. I didn’t want to think about anything. I almost wished I had one of Daddy’s rules to follow, his clear direction that just let me do the thing without worrying or making excuses or getting all twisted up in my head.
But I could pretend, right? Just to get off? It wouldn’t hurt anyone, and I might feel guilty about it later—okay, I almost definitely would—but no one ever had to know and I… I think I needed it.
Needed Daddy to tell me I had to finish. It was a rule. I had to stroke myself long and slow, and then faster, curling my palm over the tip the way that always felt so good. I had to be good. For him. And get myself off so I could sleep.
I had to… had to fuck my hand and… and maybe touch my balls, too. Squeeze them a little. And go faster. Faster.
He wanted me to.
He told me to.
I’d never heard his voice, but I could hear it… oh, hear Porn Daddy. He was saying it, but it could have been my Daddy, and it was fine to pretend because that was what porn was for, and I was already right there, I was going to come anyway, my muscles all clenching tight as I made hot, gasping noises that almost drowned out the porn.
But then it wasn’t up to me. It was up to Daddy. He said, “Come, baby boy. Come for me right now,” and I did. I came so hard that it almost felt like a seizure, but like, a super blissed-out pleasure seizure, my whole body wracked by wave after wave of it until I just slumped down like I was boneless.
Boneless and filthy.
Boneless and a total mess.
Covered in my own cum, but too happy and relaxed to really care, even though I knew I had to clean up or I’d regret it in the morning.
In a minute, though.
That had been the best orgasm of my whole life, and my brain was finally quiet enough to go to sleep… which meant it was almost too quiet, too calm and relaxed, to really care if all the cum dried on me tonight. So maybe I’d just sleep?
I fumbled for my phone and turned the video off, then let my eyes drift closed, snuggling down under my blankets, glad I’d taken the time to, um, try to understand things better. Because even if it hadn’t been real, I sort of got the gay Daddy thing now. Because it really was better.
The best.
So good that it was… well, it was kind of sad, actually, that I wasn’t really gay and couldn’t have a gay Daddy of my own. Like, a real one. Who was into me, too.
But I didn’t want to be sad, not when I was feeling so good. So I pretended that Daddy had made a rule that I couldn’t think about that stuff, not any of the confusing things, or any of the feelings that made me feel kind of achy inside, right around my heart, and pulled my extra pillow close, hugging it to my chest, and let sleep pull me under.
Chapter 6
North
Juan and I have both held memberships to Sweet Abrasion since it opened ten years ago, and in the past, stepping through its doors has felt like entering a second home. Tonight, though, scanning the familiar and new faces inside the kink club didn’t fill me with the usual sense of anticipation. I felt… restless.
“Problem, hermano?” Juan murmured next to me, his fingers hooked into the waistband of his leather pants.
I absently twisted the bracelet on my wrist, the green one I’d chosen to indicate that I was here to play, not just to observe, and shook my head. “No problem.”
His eyes narrowed as he looked at me. “Hm.”
I chuckled. “What’s that supposed to mean?’
He held his hands up. “Nada. Nothing.”
I huffed out a breath. “Liar.”
He grinned. “Okay, you twisted my arm so I’ll tell you. I’m not sure you really want to be here.”
“Are you serious?” I asked, laughing outright. “Brother, you’re the one who almost literally twisted my arm just to get me here.”