Page 156 of Naughty November
“Well, you can’t exactly doanythingwhen you’re about to pass out, now, can you?”
Surprisingly, I heard a little whimper, and I watched as his eyes dilated and his whole body shivered as if I’d said something so utterly arousing he couldn’t contain himself. He bit his lower lip, then pulled in a shuddering breath. “No, but you can do anything you want to me while I’m sleeping. Somno has been on my fuck-bucket list forever.”
Fuck, if that didn’t shock the hell out of me. But as I raked my gaze over his features again, I knew he meant it. He was practically panting and was still rubbing his little dick against my thigh. Narrowing my eyes, I gripped his hip in one hand and his throat in the other, squeezing just enough to elicit a gasp. I would not cave so easily, though. I wanted him to convince me.
“So on top of all the other bullshit you’ve spouted at me tonight, you’re now telling me you’re into somnophilia?”
“Yesss! Oh fuck,please, Daddy.” His tortured begging went right to my dick, and as much as I knew he wasn’t my boy, him repeatedly calling me Daddy even after I’d told him not to was affecting my ability to control myself.
Then he went and made denying him and myself even harder as his breathy, sexy little voice whispered, “I can play the naughty boy you disciplined because I was a brat to Daddy. I always get really sleepy after I’m punished, and you carry me to bed and tuck me in, but you can’t contain your desire for me, even as I’m falling asleep. And once I’m in a deep sleep, I’m just a pretty doll you can move around, tie down, spank, and fuck for your pleasure only, because bad boys don’t get to come, do they, Daddy?”
I held back a groan, refusing to let him know how close I was to losing any and all control. I forced out a dark chuckle to hide the fact that this boy—thisstranger—was turning me on more than I’d been in years.Fuck. I’d never even thought of somnophilia as something that would even remotely turn me on, but the more he talked about it, the more I wanted it.
Just as I was about to give in, he rubbed his eyes and yawned, and I stared him down. “Jesus, boy, can you even consent to anything right now?”
Jules snorted, grinning up at me. “Yes, I’m consenting the fuck out of this. I mean, I shouldn’t be operating heavy machinery, but I can one hundred percent tell you I want to be fucked by you right now more than I want a bed in the shelter tomorrow night.”
“You may not feel that way tomorrow night when you miss curfew again.”
Jules shrugged, giving me a flirtatious smile. “That’s for tomorrow me to worry about.”
“And if I wanted to take you bareback?”
A gleam sparkled in his eyes as he drew in a shaky breath. “I’d say I’m STI free and take PrEP.”
“It just so happens that I am, too, so that works out nicely. And the thought of filling you up with my cum and then inserting a plug to keep it there definitely has a lot of appeal. What are your thoughts on me catching the entire experience on video and sending it to you so you can see it firsthand? I’d hate for you not to see and hear everything I do to you while you’re asleep.”
His eyes nearly rolled back in his head, his face a mask of ecstasy as he let out a groan and a drawn out, “Yessssss…”
I chuckled at his reaction, and he stepped even closer, drew a finger down my chest, over my belt, and then caressed his finger along the length of my hard cock trapped behind my zipper. I hardened my features and looked down at his finger lingering on my cock, before meeting his gaze and narrowing my eyes.
“Did I say you could touch me, boy?”
His small gasp and full body shudder had precum leaking from my tip. Then he had to go and bite his lip as he looked up at me through his thick inky lashes. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
I couldn’t help but smirk and shake my head. “Don’t lie to me. You’re not sorry at all, brat.”
“I deserve a punishment, don’t I?”
Again with that pouty expression that revved my engine more than it should. “We’ll get to that. Right now, I want you to strip.”
As tired as he so obviously was, he had his clothes off in seconds. He stood there and let me take my fill, unashamed. And for goodreason. The boy was a stunner. I twirled a finger around and watched as he slowly turned full circle.
“I see you can follow orders when you want to. Here are a couple more. No speaking unless I ask you a question or tell you to speak freely. No touching until you’re given permission. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He blushed, and between the dimples above his perky peach of an ass; his smaller than average, hard as fuck curved cock, which was nearly touching his abdomen; his lean physique; and v-cut abs—everything about Jules Gallo hit every single one of my buttons. Even some I didn’t know I had.
After stashing his belongings in my locker, I grasped his neck and then slid my fingers into the thick hair at the nape of his neck, gripping it and tugging until his head was tilted back. I’d never seen pupils blown so wide. His eagerness was doing all kinds of things to me.
“Come on, then, since you’re practically begging to be punished.”
I slid my hand out of his hair and lower on his neck, gripping it so hard he whined, and led him out of the locker room. We walked down the hallway between the entrance and the club, then made our way through the main room, which had two bars at opposite ends, a large, opulent seating area between them containing both tabletop booths and smaller, luxurious seating areas.
“Where are you taking me?”
“I didn’t give you permission to speak.” I glanced at him from the corner of my eye and saw him pulling his lips between his teeth. It looked like he was either trying to keep himself from talking, or, more likely, keep himself from grinning. I couldn’t hold back a smirk. Bratty little shit.