Page 43 of Dear Daddy, Please Want Me

“That’s right. God, you’re gorgeous.”

“Now, hands by your side. I want you to listen very carefully.”

He dropped his hands, but his body was still stretched too tightly, vibrating to each of Daddy’s words.

“You’re going to keep doing this for me. Every time you see a drop on that beautiful cock, you’re going to clean it up. Then you’re going to take a picture of your fingers and send it to me. Then you’re going to lick it off, just like that, imagining my fingers in your mouth.”

“But Daaaaaaddy,” he wailed. “I don’t get to come?”

“You get to come tonight. After we go dancing.”

His cock got harder, if that were even possible. “Is this… is this a punishment?”

“No, sweetheart. It’s a reminder. I want you to remember who you belong to.”

There was no other word but gratitude for that rising feeling in his chest. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“Oh, you are very welcome. Now you’re going to keep doing this until either your erection goes down or an hour passes, whichever comes first.”

“An hour? Daddy, I’ll be hard the whole time.”

“I know, baby. That’s why this is your reminder. You can sit or stand, but I want every picture. If you need to safeword, tell me in a text, but stop immediately. I want you to always feel safe. Alright, sweetheart? Tell me what you’re going to do.”

Levi felt himself flush as he was forced to say the words back. It was so dirty, so deliciously submissive. “I’m going to just take the… the precum off my cock. And suck it off my fingers like I’m”–he almost stumbled over the words. Not because he was afraid to say it, but because it hadn’t been what Daddy said earlier. Instead, it was what he wanted, and probably what Daddy needed to hear–“sucking your cock. And not touch anything else and not come. And, and, send you pictures.”

“Just pictures of your fingers, baby. I don’t want anything else recorded until we talk about it more.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

“Because I’m going to be checking my phone during my meeting.”

Oh, fuck. That added another level of thrill to a scene that already had him jangling with need. If Daddy’s friend caught a glimpse of those pictures, he might figure out what Levi was doing. What Saul was making him do.

“Good boy. I’m going to get ready to leave, but I’ll be waiting for those photos.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Let me see you get started.”

Levi moaned aloud as he touched the angry, red tip of his erection. God, it felt so good. His fingers were just starting to dry out, but the precum was just smooth enough to lubricate his slit.

And Daddy was still watching him with those smoldering eyes. Forcing him to drag his hand away.

The screen went dark and he fumbled to flip it back on with his trembling left hand. His fingerprint wouldn’t work and he had to type in his code three times.

He took a picture. Even though you couldn’t technically see the semen, it looked lewd, his two fingers outstretched and still shiny from his saliva. He fumbled through finding Daddy to compose a message and then sent it off.

Somehow, putting his own fingers into his mouth right now was more sinfully submissive than doing it while Daddy was watching him. And far more erotic than masturbating on his own.

Because Daddy had given him a task to complete, to keep himself on the erotic edge of his control for an hour while Daddy went on with his day. While Daddy was catching up with his friend and talking about business, he’d be here, touching himself for Daddy’s pleasure. He felt wholly owned and desired.

His knees were weak and he stumbled back to the couch. His sweatpants were still tangled around his legs. His cock was flushed, the veins full as they curled around it. It looked so wicked and exposed against the couch cushions.

He had the double sensation of a mouth full of cock and suction from his own lips. He traced his tongue around his fingers, thinking of how good he could make Daddy feel.

Meanwhile, his eyes stayed on his hard dick. Another pearly drop leaked out the tip.

Oh, fuck. Daddy was torturing him. No, Daddy was beautifully, wonderfully, making him torture himself.