Marcus
He looked positively wrecked, and we’d only just started.
Lips puffy and wet, eyes wide with desperate need, he looked beautiful. The combination of his desire and his pajamas was too cute—not that he’d want me to describe him like that while we were making love. As sweet and sexy as he was, naked was going to be better. He was going to love being stripped and on display for me while I kissed and explored him, still fully clothed myself.
There was no hesitation in his expression, just honest arousal and passion. We’d discuss limits soon, but for the time being, I would make him fly. His wide eyes looked up at me as he nodded, waiting for me to tell him what to do.
My sweet boy was also my sweet submissive.
He was perfect.
Wanting a daddy and wanting to be dominated in bed didn’t have to go hand in hand, but in our case, I was incredibly pleased that it did. There were so many ideas bouncing around my head that it was hard to remind myself that we needed to keep it fairly mild for the time being.
Eric sat up as I scooted back and reached out to pull his shirt off. Easing him carefully back down to the bed, I tossed the shirt onto the floor and looked at his beautiful body. Lean and tight, with well-defined muscles, he was like a living work of art I wanted to trace with my hands and explore.
Little pebbled nipples drew my attention as I moved up to straddle his hips and abdomen. I traced my hands up his chest, exploring the way he reacted to my touch. When my fingers traced circles around the sensitive skin, a moan echoed through the room. He bucked up, not sure if he wanted to escape or if he wanted more.
He shook and closed his eyes, soaking up the sensations. Flicking the responsive little nubs, I watched as he squirmed and arched up, offering himself and begging for more. When I gave them both the lightest pinch, I thought he’d fly right off the bed.
“I’m glad you like that.” Delight colored my voice, and I didn’t try to hide how much it pleased me. I loved playing with nipples and making my partner scream and moan with the sensations. That Eric was so responsive was perfect. I’d played with his nipples before, when he first saw the nursery, but it hadn’t been enough to really see how beautifully he would react.
“Please!” His body pushed against my legs where they had his arms pinned, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure if he was trying to get me to move. It wasn’t until he pressed again, and seemed to moan at the feeling of being trapped, that I tightened my legs to see what would happen.
Eric groaned, a shiver racing through him. His head fell back and I could feel his cock jerking against my ass as I crouched over him. My baby liked being held tight. “You like knowing you belong to me, don’t you? You like knowing that I’m going to hold you down and take you.”
Eric’s eyes fluttered open. His pupils were blown wide open, and his eyes seemed like he couldn’t track everything that was happening. He was so close to subspace it was beautiful. However, I wasn’t ready to let him sink into oblivion yet.
We weren’t anywhere near done.
Another little pinch had his back bowing off the bed, and as I dragged my nails down his chest, he gasped and shifted, desperate for more. When I got to the waist of his pants, I teased at the edge, just above his straining cock. “Are you ready? We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”
“You have to! Don’t stop!” Eric shook his head, frowning and fighting to stay still. “Please?”
He was still so uneasy about the age play, but he threw himself into the physical side of our relationship with open arms. In my mind, they were so close together it was hard to separate the two. For me, the emotions and feelings both acts could bring were so similar I didn’t feel the need to keep them in different places in my head.
Eric had clearly kept the age play packed tightly away in his mind for so long that releasing the emotions was difficult, but the sexual side of domination didn’t have the same connotations to him. Pushing my overanalyzing back for another time, I let my fingers explore under the elastic edge of the pants.
Tracing the head of his cock through his underwear, I loved the way he pleaded and thrust up, trying for more. I scooted back, starting to ease his pants off. “Lift your hips, Baby.”
He sighed and his entire body shook with excitement as I pulled the pajama bottoms down and tossed them to the floor. Eric was stretched out in just the underwear I’d picked out for him earlier, his cock straining against the tight fabric.
Eric seemed worried about how he looked because his blush finally started to rise and his legs began to close, tucking into his body.
“No.” I shook my head and moved my hands to his thighs, keeping him from hiding from me. “I like seeing you in the clothes I picked out for you. I like knowing you’re wearing something because I dressed you in it and I bought it for you. I love that you gave me control over that part of your life. I don’t want you to ever feel self-conscious about our time together, no matter whether you’re little at that time or not.”
He was back to biting his lip, but he nodded hesitantly, clearly trying to listen and process what I was saying. “If I pick out something for you that you don’t like, you need to tell me. However, if it’s just second-guessing because it reminds you of being little, I want you to remember how much we both like it.”
I gave him another long look. “Do you like your underwear?”
His head relaxed back and he sighed, looking up at the ceiling. “Yes.” He took a deep breath and kept going. “I liked seeing them laid out earlier. I liked it when you picked my clothes out, too.”
I leaned down and brushed my lips against his. “Then we’re not going to worry about it. When it’s something we both like, that makes it perfect for us.”
His gaze flicked down to look at me and I finally got a small smile. He wasn’t as turned on anymore as he had been a few minutes ago, but working our way through our relationship would take time. No matter whether it was something to do with the lifestyle or just sex in general, I wasn’t going to rush it.
“We’re not going to worry about what we like.” He seemed to be repeating it more for his sake than mine, but I nodded anyway.
“That’s right.” I sat back again, looking down at his beautiful body, and started running my hands up his thighs again. “You are beautiful…” I gently caressed up the outside of his legs. “…and you are cute…” He didn’t really like that one, but I started tracing down the inside of his legs, distracting him from complaining. “…and you are fighting to open yourself up to me and trust me with what you like and who you are…” I started inching back up toward his cock, which was already showing renewed interest in what we were doing. “…little or big, I love watching you and getting to know you more every day.”
The blush in his face was back, but this time more out of embarrassed pleasure at my words and not shame or worry about what we were doing. He looked up at me with a loving, tender expression. “I…I…” He couldn’t get the words out, but I knew what he was thinking.
Leaning down, I gave him another kiss. That time longer and filled with emotion. “I know, Baby. I know. I want you to remember how much you mean to me any time you start to doubt or get self-conscious.”
He nodded, then started to squirm as I ran one hand up his underwear to tease at his cock. He gasped and started to moan as I ran my hand over his hard length. “I’ll…I’ll remember…Oh, please…”
Squeezing down gently on his shaft, I caressed the head of his cock as it started peeking out of his briefs. His hands reached out to grab my legs and his grip tightened as I continued to play with his dick. By the time I was ready to take them off, his underwear was wet with precum and he wasn’t even thinking of how they looked. He was just desperate for more.
Moving to the side, I slowly pulled them down as he lifted his hips and begged for more. Tossing them to the floor, I stretched out over him and brought his hands up to pin them above his head. “These are going to stay right here while I play with my sexy boy. Are we clear?”
He nodded his head and pressed his hands to the pillow, but I wasn’t sure how much he was able to focus on what I’d said. Eric’s expression was starting to glaze over and it looked like the pleasure was his only focus. And since my goal in that moment was to make it impossible for him to do anything but feel the sensations and need, I thought it was going very well.
“Good boy.” I wasn’t sure if the endearment would remind him too much of being little, but it didn’t seem to make him nervous. He just begged and squirmed, promising to be good if I would only give him more.
Shifting my hips, I rubbed our cocks against each other gently as I leaned down to kiss him. I took his mouth, no more teasing, no more gentle touches. Our tongues slid against each other as I explored him and teased at his lips with my teeth. The little nibbles on his skin seemed to send him even higher. The tiniest touch of pain was enough to make him beg and squirm.
It made me wonder what else he would like, but I pushed that thought aside for another time. When I pulled back and started kissing my way down his neck, nibbling at the tender skin and rubbing my body against his dick, his need got even worse. By the time I was stretched out over him, licking and gently torturing his nipples with my teeth, he was past begging and just writhed under me, soaking in the pleasure.
He’d had such a long week and was so exhausted, it made me realize how long it might have been since he’d orgasmed. I hadn’t forbidden him from playing with himself yet, but between phone calls to me and the insane number of hours he’d worked last week, he might not have had the time or energy to do much at all.
It was feeding his desperation and need, though, so it was working in my favor. If this was how he reacted when he’d only held off for a little while, he was going to be incredible when I teased him and denied him for real. Just the thought was enough to make my own cock jerk and start leaking precum as I moved over his body.
I carefully used my teeth to tug at one nipple before moving over to play with the other. They were swollen and red, wet and tender. Even blowing on them would make him wiggle and plead by the time I started moving down his chest again.
I traced patterns on his skin with my tongue and swirled around his belly button as he shook and begged, rambling words falling out of his mouth. When I bypassed his cock altogether to kiss down the joint of his hip, he cried out in desperation.
“Please, you can’t…you have to…please!” His dick jerked and more precum flowed out, wetting the head and making it look irresistible.
But I had another goal in mind, no matter how tempting it looked.
Pushing his legs apart and up toward his chest, I laid down between them, bracing his thighs with my arms. He let out a strangled scream when I finally circled around his tight pucker with my tongue. His body shook and I could feel the muscles in his legs tighten. He was so close, but I didn’t want him to come without me inside him first.
I flicked my tongue across his hole and smiled when he gasped. Lifting my head, I gave him a stern warning. “You may not orgasm until I give you permission. Do you understand me? Naughty boys who come without permission will be punished.”
He couldn’t seem to decide how to react. His body jerked, and the reaction to the idea of being punished was so visceral, I knew how much he liked the idea, but he shook his head, clearly not wanting to disappoint me. The conflicting emotions only seemed to send him higher.
“Good boy.”
He moaned at the sweet words; it came out rough and filled with need. Going back to his beautiful body, I feasted on his tight opening, relaxing the muscles and readying him for my cock. He writhed and shook, pushing his body toward me, begging for more. His cock jerked and swayed, clearly wanting attention, but I knew even the lightest touch would push him over the edge.
Sitting up, I reached for the side table where I’d stashed lube and condoms. His eyes popped open and his hands came down to grab at me, confused and needy. “Don’t stop! You have to—”
“Hands back up. Did I say you could move them?” The rough tone to my words seemed to snap him out of the panic that flooded through him when he thought we were done.
His hands slapped back down on the pillow and he shook with need as he finally realized why I’d stopped touching him. “I’m sorry. I’ll be good. Oh, please.”
His eyes followed my hands as I settled back down between his splayed legs. “I’m going to have to punish you later for being naughty.”
I let the words come out dripping with sex. They seemed to dance over his skin because he shivered and his head fell back against the bed in beautiful submission. I tossed the condom on the bed and slicked up two fingers before setting the lube aside as well.
Circling his entrance slowly with a feather-light touch, I made him wait for more. “I’m going to have to make sure you remember how to be good and how to follow the rules.”
I eased one finger inside him, loving the way his body clenched down, trying to pull me deeper. I slowly started fucking him with the thick digit, watching the way he squirmed and thrust back on it. “Do you know how a naughty boy gets punished?”
He moaned and gasped, but when he didn’t answer I stopped playing with his body. “Please…oh…more…please…”
“How do naughty boys get punished, Baby?” I slid my finger deeper inside his channel, brushing against his prostate.
He cried out and shook but forced himself to answer. “They get spanked!”
“Good boy. I knew you would understand that.” I pulled out almost all the way and added a second finger, stretching him and making sure he was ready.
I took my time, and he was almost too ready by the time I pulled my fingers out. He was so close I knew it would be a miracle if he didn’t come within seconds of me sliding into him. Eric watched with a hungry, desperate gaze as I started stripping off my clothes. His eyes devoured every inch of my skin as he lay there, splayed out for me.
Once I was naked, his hips were thrusting upward and his stretched opening was begging for more. Just the time it took to put on the condom and add a little more lube was almost more than he could bear. His hands were fisted in the pillows and his body shook with need. It was taking all his control to do what he’d been told, and just watching him was incredible.
The firm willpower to be good and to give me his submission was beautiful.
Laying over his body, I braced myself on my arms as I lined my cock up with his hole. I gave him a tender kiss and let my erection push against his body, not breaching him but just letting him feel the pressure. “Are you ready?”
His reaction was decisive and almost frantic. “Yes! Now, please—”
The rest of his words were lost in the long moan that tore through him as I slid deep into him in one long thrust. His body was ready and there was only pleasure on his face as I started moving in and out. When I pushed his legs up and started moving faster, I could tell the moment my cock rubbed his prostate just right.
He screamed out his pleasure again and his hands came down to claw at me while he shook his head, trying not to orgasm. Two or three more thrusts were all he could handle. I could feel his body tighten and clench down on my cock. He started to beg, desperate words rushing out of him without meaning.
I pulled almost all the way out of his body and thrust back in fast and deep, nailing his prostate over and over as I moved in and out of his clenched entrance. His broken cries pushed me even closer to my orgasm as I forced out the word he was desperate to hear.
“Now!”
He exploded, cum shooting in long stripes between us as his body tightened around me in waves of pleasure. The sensation kept rolling through him as he clung to me, babbling out how incredible and perfect it was. His orgasm pulled out mine, and I lost control kissing him and making frantic love to him as I came.
When the pleasure was finally over, I pulled out and rolled us to our sides so I didn’t crush him. I forced myself to deal with the condom, tying it off and tossing it in the trash by the bed. I’d get something to clean him up soon, but in that moment, all I wanted to do was wrap myself around him and let him know I was there for him.
We weren’t ready for everything that I wanted to say to him, but I knew it was only a matter of time. With each touch and word pushing us closer together, it wouldn’t be long before the emotions couldn’t be held back.