Page 42 of Dear Daddy, Please Want Me

It was worse the second time, with his nipples already sore. That only made it so much better, though. He was aroused and suffering, all for Daddy.

By the time he got to the third flick on each side, it was starting to melt into a wash of pleasure. He threw his head back against the couch as he flicked again.

“Look at you, baby. We’re going to need to get you some nipple clamps, aren’t we?”

“Mmmmmm-hmmmmm…” he moaned. Though this was much more intense than nipple clamps. Or at least different. Clamps brought a long throbbing pain, but this was deep and bright and rough.

“Stand up, baby.”

“Huh?”

“No, I didn’t say to stop. I don’t want you to feel anything but my fingers on your nipples for the rest of the day. Now stand up.”

Levi whimpered. He felt too disconnected to comply. But he wanted to please his Daddy. Wanted to please him so much and get more of this beautiful torment.

He somehow lunged to his feet, still keeping up the erratic rhythm on his painful nubs.

“Show me your cock.”

Levi was wearing sweatpants since he hadn’t planned to leave the house. It took only a rough shove to get them and his briefs around his knees.

He brought his hands back to his nipples and gave them another flick, lightning shooting down his chest. He could see, in the tiny corner of the screen, the way that his erection jumped with the motion.

But mostly he watched Daddy’s face. The way that Daddy wanted to devour him.

“Stop, baby. Hands by your sides.”

Levi drew in a heaving breath and pressed his hands against his thighs.

“You’re so hard for me, aren’t you?’

“Yes, Daddy. Just for you.”

“Are you leaking? Show me. Collect it on your finger.”

Just touching the bare tip of his cock sent a shudder through him. And knowing that he was going to show that pearly drop to Daddy on the phone made something dirty and wild flash through him.

“Here, Daddy.”

“That’s my good boy. Taste it.”

He put his finger to his mouth, eyes fixed on Daddy’s. The taste was briny and bitter. He wasn’t a big fan of swallowing cum, but this was just a little flavor, and the act was exquisitely dirty.

He sucked, still imagining Daddy’s hands. He added a second finger to his mouth and ran his tongue around them, looking at Daddy imploringly.

“Damn, baby. Look at you. You want it, don’t you?”

“Please, Daddy.” He didn’t even know what it was, but it didn’t matter. He wanted anything Daddy wanted to give him.

“Get the next drop. Let me see it.”

This time, the slide of his slicked fingers over his tip was gloriously worse. It was so hard not to grasp his whole shaft and jerk himself to completion. His nipples still throbbed. If Daddy told him to come, it would take only a couple of strokes.

He showed Daddy his two slippery fingers.

“Suck, boy.”

He returned to the enthusiastic suction. Imagining Daddy’s cock in his mouth. Or whatever the equivalent was. Imagining Saul in his mouth.