Page 69 of Dear Daddy, Please Want Me

“Tell me more.”

“It’s just… it’s good because you’re doing it. But it turns me all tight inside and it hurts and I feel all jangly everywhere and... ugh. I don’t even know why I like it so much.”

“Because you’re a little masochist, sweetheart. And you need Daddy to give you the right amount of pain.” Fuck was it a rush saying that sentence. Each time he called himself Daddy, he could feel himself embracing the role more.

“Yes, Daddy. Please.” Levi begged so sweetly.

“Are you ready for more?”

“That, again?”

“I was thinking of the crop.”

“Yes. I mean… maybe not on my dick?”

“Definitely not until I know your body much better. Especially when I can get such a reaction from just doing this.” He flicked the shaft sharply.

Levi moaned. It looked like that was just the right amount of pain. Anything else they’d have to work up to or maybe not even play with.

He gave it another flick, lower down. Oh, yeah. Levi really liked that.

“Don’t come,” Saul warned before dragging the tip back into his mouth while he flicked the base again and again, always in a different place.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddydaddydaddydaddy gonna come!”

Saul drew back, his own breathing hard. Fuck, Levi was gorgeous like that, all breathless and desperate and just on the edge of his release.

“Daaaaaaaaaaddyyyyyyyyy.”

It was amazing how many ways that word could come out of his boy’s mouth. He ignored the complaint, of course. Because every single box that had to do with edging, denial, and orgasm control had been checked a vivid green on Levi’s list. Because it was the first thing he’d mentioned when he described what he enjoyed.

Instead, Saul leaned across the bed to pick up the crop.

Since Levi couldn’t see, he flicked it across his own arm. It only took the slightest twist of the wrist to elicit a sharp sting, something Saul always tested on himself before playing.

At the sound, Levi’s head darted toward him and his lips parted in desire.

Saul trailed the crop over Levi’s chest and down his legs. This was all about building up the anticipation.

He roved back up to Levi’s thigh, the safest part of the body to hit, and just held it in one place. And held it. And held it.

Levi was perfectly still, barely breathing.

And then he pulled back and slapped it back in the same place. A red splotch bloomed on his skin.

“Ow!”

Saul chuckled. Levi sounded like he was complaining, but he was still as hard as a rock. Penises were quite useful that way.

Saul tapped more gently the next time, setting up a slow rhythm of little butterfly flicks across Levi’s thighs until the endorphins started flowing.

Levi’s body was tight at first, his fingers clenched. Then he started slowly to relax, moaning softly while his hands hung down within the straps.

When he moved to the next phase, grunting and trying to fruitlessly pump up into the air, Saul increased the pressure.

“Ohhhh…”

That was it. The same sharp strike that had been so unpleasant before was now sending Levi soaring.