Avery
He’s going to know. He’s going to know. The words ran through my mind over and over as I packed my bag to go meet Graham. Ever since he’d told me I wasn’t allowed to come, that was all I could think about. Last night I’d given in and jerked off. Twice. I was not a good boy, and now I was sure Graham would know what I’d done.
“You leaving soon to see your sugar daddy?” Sean asked.
“Dammit, Sean. It’s not like that.”
He gave me a pointed look. “He owns so many condos he just happened to have one free where y’all can shack up.”
I exhaled, trying to suppress the urge to strangle Sean. “I don’t want him for his money. This is… it’s a hell of a lot more than that.”
I could tell Sean realized he’d gone too far. “I’m sorry. I know it’s more to you. I was just teasing, but I do expect you to tell me how swanky his condo is.”
“He owns a development company, so of course he has a lot of rental properties. I don’t know that this one is particularly fancy.”
Sean huffed. “It’s a condo downtown. I think they only come in Rich People Approved. You’ll be able to walk to dinner with your man, lush it up, then stumble home and fuck all night, probably with a view of the city.”
I grinned, because he was right. This was going to be an amazing weekend.
“You know I’m totally jealous.”
I stared at him. “I thought you didn’t want a man of your own.”
“A weekend of the fine life with a hot hookup would be perfect, though.”
“Go find yourself a sugar daddy. With that ass it shouldn’t be too hard.”
Sean slapped his butt cheek. “Damn right. I work hard for this. But you know that’s not really what I like.”
“Older men?”
“Yeah.”
“And being told what to do?”
“In bed that can be fine, but in the rest of my life, hell no. I’m a free man.”
Sometimes I wondered if Sean protested just a bit too much. I’d seen him with men at our favorite club, men who’d brought him to his knees. He’d liked it a lot until he’d remembered he didn’t want to.
It would take me all night and probably more to analyze Sean, and I had a date. I quickly double-checked that I had everything. “All right, I’m out of here. I’ll be back on Monday night.”
“Unless you convince him to stay longer.”
I rolled my eyes. “That’s not going to happen.”
“Are you so sure about that?”
“He’s got work to do, a business in Charlotte, a life in Charlotte.” Something I tried not to think about too hard.
“But now he also has you.”
I groaned. I wanted him to have me right that minute.
Sean grimaced. “Go before you make any more of those sex sounds.”
I flipped him off and slipped out the door, practically running for my car. But once I got in the driver’s seat, I remembered how certain I was Graham would figure out that I’d disobeyed. I was sure he’d punish me for it, harder than last time.
I sighed. The spanking he’d given me had been so hot, but it had hurt like hell too, and I was scared there’d be more than a spanking this time. I shivered, unsure if I wanted him to find out or not.
***
Graham pulled the door open, and my breath left me. I’d seen him over Skype several times, but there was something about his presence that couldn’t be seen on screen, something that made him even more gorgeous in person.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hi.”
He stepped back, and I entered the condo. I had no idea what to say. He seemed nervous too, which I hadn’t expected.
If he’d just ordered me to my knees or pressed his hand against my cock, that would have been better. When we were Daddy and boy, not just Graham and Avery, everything was easier.
“So, um, did you have a good drive?” I asked, because apparently I’d become my mother.
“It was fine. There was a lot of traffic, but it’s a June weekend, so…”
I nodded. “Yeah, tourists.”
Having no idea what to say then, I glanced around the condo. It was modern but still inviting. The walls were pale salmon, and the furniture and accents were a mix of gray and cream. The sofa looked solid, like it would hold up if he bent me over it. In front of it lay a plush rug with swirls of cream, gray, and black. The rest of the great room had hardwood floors, but I could see myself kneeling on that rug by the glass coffee table, waiting to see what Daddy would ask of me next.
The kitchen had high-end appliances, which made me wonder if Graham could cook. The thought of him in the kitchen, reading glasses on as he looked over a recipe, apron tied around his waist, was way too hot.
The silence had gone on too long so I said, “This is place is nice.”
“Thank you. These condos rent better, even to long-term residents, if they’re furnished. So I had a decorator fix it up for me.”
“Oh, you didn’t pick this out yourself? Because it fits you.”
He smiled, like me noticing made him happy. “I gave input, and I do like it. I might go a little warmer if it were for me, though.”
“The wall color saves it from feeling cold.”
He smiled again. “That’s one of the things I chose. Come on. You can put your bag in the bedroom.”
I followed him, watching his ass and wanting to find a way to ask him if we could be Daddy and boy for a little while, just until we were used to each other again. But I didn’t, because I thought maybe that was the wrong thing to say. I just wished he wouldn’t be so polite, so different from the first time we’d talked when I’d met him and he’d simply said, “Do you like what you see?”
We hadn’t worried about what we said then, or at least I hadn’t. I’d been expecting a hot night, not whatever this was. A future? Something that threatened to break my heart?
The bedroom was a beautiful Caribbean blue. The bed was nowhere near as massive as the one at the Misty Mountain Lodge. It looked like a queen, and we could make do with that.
Who was I kidding? I’d let Graham have me on a cot or the hardwood floor if that’s what he wanted.
He cleared his throat. When I turned to look at him, I realized I’d been staring at the bed for a long time.
“I… Um…”
“Put your bag down, boy.”
I smiled and hoped he saw the relief on my face. “Yes, Daddy.”
I set it by the large upholstered chair that stood in front of the single window. I wanted Graham to fuck me in the chair too.
When I turned back to him, Graham grabbed my shirt and yanked me against him, pressing his lips to mine. I was desperate for him, and he seemed ready to eat me alive. By the time he pulled back, I was panting like I’d run downtown instead of driving.
“I missed you,” I said.
“I missed you too, boy. Have you been good?” He looked me up and down. Then he palmed my cock, squeezing it hard enough to make me jerk.
“Daddy,” I whined.
“I asked you a question, boy.”
I couldn’t lie to him, and I was sure he knew that. “I touched myself, Daddy. I made myself come.”
“How many times?”
Say once. He won’t know. “Two times. Both last night. I’m so sorry, Daddy.”
“Strip and lay over the end of the bed.” His voice was stern, and I shivered.
“Daddy, I—”
“Boy, you’ve misbehaved and now you need to be punished. Trust me to deal with you as I see fit.”
“I… I do, Daddy.”
“Then do as you’re told, or I’ll add to your punishment.”
I scrambled to obey.
When I was naked and displayed for him, he squeezed my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. “When I’m done I’m going to fuck you so hard and deep. It’s going to be amazing.”
“Please.”
He laughed, the sound harsh. “You’ve got a long time to wait, boy. I brought rope. May I tie your wrists?”
“Yes, Daddy.” The words were out before I even thought about them. I wondered if there was anything I wouldn’t let him do.
He tapped my ankle with his foot. “Open wider.”
I widened my legs, and he teased a finger over my hole. “So hot. I’d love to see you with a spreader bar holding you open.”
“Oh my God, please.”
“You’re so eager to serve.” He chuckled, and the sound seemed to vibrate over me. “I don’t have one with me, but I’ll remember how much that turns you on.”
“You remember everything, Daddy. I want to make you happy.”
“You do, boy. I’m so glad I found you.”
“Daddy,” I whimpered.
He ran a hand down my spine. “Shhh. I know what you need.”
I didn’t know how, but he did. I needed him to punish me. Maybe last night when I’d jerked off frantically, enjoying being defiant, I’d known I’d need this. But I also knew that if he asked me not to touch myself again, I would obey. I would hold off no matter how long he kept me from coming or how badly my cock ached.
He stepped away and returned with a length of bright blue rope, the same color as the lipstick he’d asked me to wear the last time we’d Skyped. “Bring your wrists together and cross them.”
When I did, he wrapped the rope around them, securing them together. I hadn’t realized colored rope would be so erotic, but I loved the way it stood out against my skin.
Graham smiled at me. “You like that, don’t you, boy?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I knew it would look amazing on you.”
“You know just what I need.”
“That’s right, boy, and now you need my belt on your ass, so you’ll remember when I tell you to do something. If you don’t trust and obey me, then I can’t give what you need. To help you learn, I’m giving you pain before I pleasure you.”
“Yes, Daddy. Please.”
“You want to hurt for me?”
“Yes, Daddy. I need to give you that.”
“Oh, my boy.” He stroked my cheek. “I know you want to be good. I’m going to give you five strokes with my belt, and then we’ll take a break. After that, I’ll give you five more, but I’ll hit you harder. You’re to keep your cock away from the mattress. I don’t want you getting any friction. You will not come until I’m inside you, but you can make any sounds you want: cry, scream, beg.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“If you need me to stop, what do you say?”
“Red.” My heart was pounding and the sheet under me was already damp with sweat. “Daddy?”
“Yes, boy?”
“I’m scared.”
“Shhh.” He rubbed my back. “I know what you can take.”
Before I could respond, he cracked the belt across my ass, and I cried out, squirming to get away.
He took hold of my hips and yanked me back from the edge of the bed. “Stay put. I know you can.”
Another slap.
“Fuck! Fuck, that hurts!”
Another one.
I writhed, kicking my legs. “Please, Daddy. I’m so sorry.”
“That’s good, boy, but I’m not going to stop.”
Crack!
Tears burned my eyes. “Daddy, please. Please!”
“Take it, boy.”
Crack!
Tears spilled over until I was sobbing. “It hurts so much more than your hand.”
“I know, boy.” He dug his fingers into my ass and pulled me open. I cried out, but then I felt his warm breath against my hole.
“Daddy?” The word came out strangled as he licked a line from my balls to the base of my spine. I pushed back against his mouth, too desperate to worry if he was going to punish me for being so needy.
He tongued me, pushing at my hole, then giving teasing flicks. I groaned, tears drying on my face as I worked my hips. I held myself back from the mattress, though, knowing I had to obey Daddy, no matter how much I wanted to rub my cock on the bed. My ass throbbed with bright pain, but it seemed to make me come alive, to become nothing but sensation. Graham rimmed me, driving his tongue deeper, dribbling spit down my crack, making me mindless with desire.
“Daddy! Daddy. Need. Want.”
He pulled back, and I cried out, “No!”
“Yes, boy. It’s time for the belt again.”
“Please, Daddy.”
“I know what you need, boy.”
“Daddy, I know, but—”
He caressed my back. “Do you trust me?”
“I want to. I really want to.”
“Good. This is going to hurt.”
What did he think the other strokes had done? If this was worse, I wasn’t sure I could take it.
“What’s your safeword?”
“R-red.”
“And if you use it?”
“You’ll stop.”
“Will I be angry?”
“N-no.”
“Will I think you’re not a good boy?”
“No.” I said the word with more confidence this time. He wouldn’t demand more than I could handle, and that allowed me to relax into the mattress.
“Take a deep breath, and let it out.”
I did. He brought the belt down on the exhale. Pain bloomed over me, and I couldn’t get another breath.
He hit me again.
“Daddy!”
“Boy, do you need me to stop?”
“Can’t breathe. Hurts so much. Please.”
“Three more. Can you take them for me? I’ll go fast.”
I was crying again. “Please don’t stop. I need this.” I hadn’t planned to say those words, but I realized they were true.
Pain exploded across my ass as the blows came so fast I couldn’t separate them.
Then Daddy was on the bed with me, brushing away my tears, kissing my cheek and my forehead.
“So good. I’m so proud of you. You thought you couldn’t take it, but you did, and you were so beautiful as you struggled.”
“Daddy, please. I hurt so much but I’m so hard. I need to come. Please.” I wasn’t even sure if I’d managed to speak actual words or just nonsense. My head was buzzing, and the room had gone fuzzy at the edges.
“Yes, boy. You’ve been so good. You deserve to come.”
“Please!” I worked my hips like I was trying to fuck the air.
Daddy brushed a hand over my hair and then stood.
I tried to keep still, but when he worked a lubed finger into me, I pushed back hard, taking it deeper.
He slapped my ass, making me gasp.
“I’m in control, boy.”
“I don’t need prep, Daddy. Just fuck me.”
“I’m going to prep you, because I have no intention of going slow once my dick’s in you.”
I wanted to argue, but Daddy wouldn’t like that.
He caressed my sore ass as he worked a few fingers into me. “Good. So good, boy.”
He finger-fucked me until I thought I would die. Then finally his cock was there, pushing into me, stretching my sore ass and making me burn inside and out.
“You ready to be fucked, boy?”
I couldn’t decide which I felt more, pain or pleasure, as he thrust into me again and again, holding my hips still, so I couldn’t get any friction.
“You can come now, boy. You don’t have to wait anymore.”
I tried to reach for my cock, having forgotten I was restrained. I struggled against the bonds. “Daddy, I need… I can’t…”
“You can. You don’t need to touch your cock. You just need me inside you, filling you, owning you, taking this ass that’s mine to spank, mine to fuck.” He slammed into me as he gripped my abused ass. “Feel how it stings, boy, how you ache. But you’re going to be good now. You’re going to come for me without being touched.”
Holy shit. I started to believe I could. I was so close. “Yes, Daddy. I want to come for you.”
He tilted my hips, the angle making him peg my prostate. I was right at the edge, so ready to go off. “More. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me harder.”
He did, slamming his hips against my stinging ass.
“Yes. God, yes! I…” I lost the ability to speak as the world lit up like a flash had gone off in my face. Heat, pain, and pleasure mingled until I didn’t know which was which or whether the world even existed anymore. I thought I screamed, but I wasn’t sure sound actually came out.
Cum shot from my cock, and Daddy slowed his strokes. “Yes, boy. Squeeze my cock with that hot little ass. Give me all of it.”
“Fuck, oh fuck.”
When I was done, I sagged against the bed. Daddy pulled out, and I whimpered. “So sore.”
“I know. I’m going to help you with that, but first I want to see you covered in my cum. I want to mark you, because you’re mine.”
His words made my cock jerk, trying to revive itself. “Yours, Daddy. Make me yours.”
I felt cum spatter my back as he shouted my name. Avery, my real name. The real me, not just a role. He wanted all of me.
“Cover me in cum, Daddy. I want to be messy for you.”
He growled as he finished. I was wet and sticky and certain I could feel every stripe of the belt on my ass. But I’d never felt better.
Graham stood and laid a hand on my back. “I used you hard, boy, but now I’m going to soothe that sore ass and clean you up. Let’s get you on the bed on your side.”
I lifted my knee onto the mattress and groaned. My legs were stiff from standing while he belted and then fucked me.
“Easy, boy. Just scoot up far enough to lie down.” I did, and he walked around the bed. “Here.” He lifted my head and eased a pillow under it.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, boy?”
“It hurts more now.”
“Did I go too far?” He looked so worried I had to reassure him.
“No, I could’ve stopped you. I chose this.”
“I’m going to put some arnica gel on it, that will help, but I want you to be completely honest with me. Even if you chose it in the moment and regret that now, tell me so I know to hold back more next time.”
I took a deep breath, letting myself feel the pain instead of trying to push it away. My cock twitched as I settled into the sting of it.
When I opened my eyes, Graham was smiling. He must have seen me smile when it started to feel good again.
“You didn’t go too far.”
“I’m glad to hear that.”
He brought me a warm washcloth and cleaned the cum off me. Then he made me drink a full glass of water before retrieving the gel for my ass.
“Roll over on your stomach. This will help soothe you and make your ass heal more quickly.”
I did as he said, but I yelped when he first touched me. Even the gentle brush of his fingers hurt my heated skin, and the salve was wickedly cold.
“I’m so proud of you, boy,” he said as he carefully worked the gel into my skin. “I pushed you hard, maybe harder than I should have with something new.”
“I trust you, Daddy. I really do.” I turned my head to look at him, and when I saw the expression on his face as he stared down at the welts, my breath caught. He was in awe of what he’d done, what I’d taken, what we’d shared. I would do it again just to see that look.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome, boy.”
I reached for him, and he squeezed my hand. “You did know what I needed.”
“Thank you for telling me that. You really are amazing, boy.”
“I want to be. I’ll be better next time; I promise.” And I knew I would be.
He spent a long time rubbing my feet and calves. Then he massaged my shoulders and ran his fingers soothingly through my hair until I was nearly asleep.
“How are you feeling?”
“Mmm. Good.” My ass ached, but it was a dull pain now. I would have been content to lie there forever if I hadn’t been hungry. Before I could say that, my stomach rumbled.
“You need food.”
“I do.”
“Hmm.” Graham pulled his phone from the pants he’d apparently discarded before fucking me. I didn’t even remember him getting undressed. “I had reservations for us at Limones.”
“You remembered it was my favorite?” We’d talked about Asheville restaurants the last night we’d spent together when we’d finally gotten too fucked out to do anything but lie there.
“I did. But we were supposed to be there thirty minutes ago, and I didn’t respond when they called me.”
“Oh.” I couldn’t really be disappointed. “This was better.”
He smiled. “This was necessary.”
“If I’d been a good boy, I’d be eating at my favorite restaurant now.”
“That’s true.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
He kissed the top of my head. “I know. Since it’s the weekend, it won’t be easy to get into any of my favorite places without a reservation. If there was food here, I’d cook for you.”
“I was wondering if you cooked when I saw the kitchen. It looks like a chef lives here.”
“I’m no chef, but I can cook fairly well.” Heat rushed to his face. Seeing Graham blush was one of my favorite things in the world. I resolved to make it happen as often as I could, which just might earn me the belt again.
“I hope you will cook for me sometime, but we can go out tonight. It doesn’t have to be any place fancy, does it?”
“I wanted to take my boy out, show him off, give him something nice, since he gives me so much.”
“Oh, Daddy, thank you. But what if I took you to another favorite place? It’s a Korean food truck, and they’re always at one of the breweries by the river on Fridays. There’s lots of outside seating, and it should have finally cooled off by now. And—”
“That would be lovely. Avery—” I noticed the switch from “boy” to my real name and nodded. “Let’s just be us while we’re there. I think our discomfort when you first arrived shows that we need more time to get to know each other outside of our role play.”
“As long as we can have more of this later.”
He slapped my thigh. “Greedy boy. Go get dressed.”