Page 50 of Dear Daddy, Please Want Me

“Hands off,” Daddy barked sharply.

It took him a moment to even understand the words. He needed to come. Needed it like he needed air.

Forcing his hands down to the sheets was like fighting against a heavy weight. It was horribly beautiful, leaving him open and needy and gloriously owned.

Daddy stroked a single hand down his heaving chest. “Good boy. So good for me.”

“Daddy,” he whined. “Do I have to sleep like this?” Because he would. Anything that Daddy asked of him. Even, or maybe especially, falling asleep hard and aching.

But that wasn’t going to stop him from trying to beg his way out of it first.

Daddy lifted one of his hands and dropped a kiss on his fingers. “No, baby boy. I’m not done playing with you.”

“OK, Daddy.” He opened his eyes now. God, he couldn’t get enough of this man.

Daddy stroked his hand down the center of his chest again, calming him until his breath was smooth.

“Do you have lube around here?”

“Second drawer.”

Daddy kept his hand on his chest while he retrieved it, then turned one of Levi’s hands face up to squirt a blob of the cool liquid onto it.

Levi maintained the position, waiting for the next command.

“Warm it with your hands.”

He complied, though the anticipation was killing him. He didn’t care if it was cold, not when a few quick strokes would send him into orbit.

Daddy leaned over to give him one sweet kiss. “So good for me,” he whispered against Levi’s lips before tracing a path down to his ear. “Now touch your cock like it’s something holy.”

Like it was holy?

What did that even mean? His cock was fun. It was aching right now. And unquestionably owned by Daddy, as Saul had already proved over and over. But holy?

He reached down with both hands, but Saul made a gentle noise of disagreement before he even touched it. “Slower. With reverence. Like… Shabbat, maybe. Show me that you are part of creation. Let me see that you’re my perfect angel and that every part of you was created just for me.”

That spoke to him. He thought about Shabbat, the holy overlaid on the mundane, a moment out of time. An opportunity to rest and take delight.

The idea that all humans were created in God’s image, that he had been created both for toil and for joy. That this ecstasy that he was creating with Saul was part of the delight of creation.

Daddy definitely understood Judaism better than he thought he did. That thought warmed him, too.

Pausing first to breathe, he touched himself.

Daddy hummed with approval.

Levi stroked with loose fingers, noticing every sensation. His hands acquired new depth, like he could feel his fingerprints on his heated skin through the slippery lube. His cock was a landscape of sensations, so sweet and powerful that he almost wanted to cry.

That led to a slow, dreamy session, his muscles confused as to whether they should be languid in relaxation or strung tight with arousal. He heard himself whimpering but it was far away.

At some point, Daddy stopped watching the hypnotic movements of his hands, and they just looked into each others’ eyes, sharing wordless truths.

He was slipping under. Feeling glorious and reborn, like he was part of the world as it flourished into being.

When Daddy finally told him to stop, his hands trembled.

He could have slept after that, his balls so full they throbbed in agony but his head light and hazy.