Page 83 of Dear Daddy, Please Want Me

He sucked in a breath and held it.

Oh, fuck. Daddy was still watching the movie, thumb massaging slowly and rhythmically like he didn’t even know he was doing it. He could just as well have been rubbing Levi’s hand or his knee, but instead he was calmly brushing across the center of all of Levi’s arousal.

Levi whimpered. Loudly. It was just too good. Too intense and sweet and perfect.

“You OK, honey?” Daddy didn’t move his hand, but he paused while he spoke.

That was the only reason Levi was able to talk. “Mmm-hmmm. Great.”

“Oh, good.” Daddy resumed that maddening caress. He nodded toward the TV. “Oh, this is the other brother. He knows what’s going on, but he says he’s not going to tell anyone. I personally think he’s going to be the one to screw it up, though.”

Yeah. Sure. Whatever. Because at that moment, Saul switched to thumbing down his slit. Levi was leaking what seemed like gallons of precum, so Daddy’s thumb slid around easily, as he worked his way across and just inside that tiny hole.

Oh, fuck. Fuck. He always loved that sensation, but usually it was mingled with a dozen more. Kissing and caressing, and definitely, definitely more stimulation to the rest of his dick.

It was just so… focused. Like a laser. He’d thought that the last spot was the most sensitive, but this, right here? The sheer pleasure of the light touch was almost punishing. Especially when Daddy pressed in just a little deeper, awakening nerve endings he hadn’t even known were there. There was something just so gloriously wrong about being penetrated there, even a centimeter, that called out to everything in his submissive side.

Levi started shaking. He couldn’t help it.

He was dying of erogenous need and Daddy was just watching the screen.

He needed… he needed… something more. Or something else. Something to just balance that tight, inescapable precision. Except that moving shook the plug, and now he was rocking back and forth between two narrow points of pleasure.

Daddy gave him a soft kiss on his forehead. His expression held only fond concern. “How are you doing, my neshama?” As if the stuttering moans coming out of his mouth were something unexpected.

He nodded, knowing that if he opened his mouth he’d do nothing but scream.

“We should try sounding some time,” Daddy commented offhandedly. “I think you’d like it.” Then he turned back to the TV.

Levi was never going to make it out of this alive. More importantly, he wasn’t going to last another minute without coming.

“Da– Daddy?”

“Hmmm, my motek?” He didn’t even look up from the screen.

“Daddy, please. Need to come.”

“No, baby. Watch the movie.”

There it was. Levi’s heart was already beating out of his chest, but now it doubled. Watch the movie. Daddy wanted him to watch the movie.

He tilted his head blindly toward the screen. The couple was kissing to a big swell of music that was probably the turning point of the whole movie. Ironic how tame and distant it felt in comparison to Daddy positively owning every need and sensation in Levi’s body.

Daddy’s thumb never strayed from that small area, just drifted around the tip of the head and then slithered into the slit again.

Dual pleasure washed over him, and the only thing he could think of was not coming. He had to wait. Because Daddy told him to.

Or, oh God. Was Daddy ever going to tell him to come?

He hadn’t said later or not yet. He’d just said no.

There had to be a lot more to the movie. There were… lots of people talking at a party or something. And all Daddy was doing was rubbing his thumb in a little circle and watching.

Don’t come, he told himself. Daddy doesn’t want you to come.

Daddy wiggled his thumb in to that impossibly tiny opening and his senses overloaded.

Don’t come. Don’t come for Daddy.