Page 41 of C is for Comfort

“Daddy,” he whines, gripping the sheets.

“Do you like that, sweet boy?” I ask.

“Oh, yes.”

“I love eating your arse. You taste so sweet.”

I push inside him again, licking as he shivers and whimpers with every flick of my tongue. His muscles are hot and tight, but he gradually becomes looser as I work to relax him. Every noise that tumbles from his lips is as delicious as he is. Every sound and tremble send blood pumping to my cock until I’m hard and aching to be inside him. When he’s soft as jelly, I switch tongue for lube-slicked fingers so I can tease him deeper inside. Whimpers become moans, and he starts to thrust his arse back against my fingers.

“That’s right, sweet boy. Fuck yourself on my fingers as hard as you’d like.”

I slip a second finger inside him. He thrusts his hips harder up against my fingers before grinding down into the mattress. He pants, whines, and moans as he fucks himself on my fingers hard and fast. I listen for the change in his breathing, the subtle desperate hitch that tells me he’s about to come. Then I slip my fingers free.

“Daddy?” he asks, his voice little more than a pathetic mewl.

“You’ll get to come soon,” I promise, stroking his sweaty hair and kissing his brow. “But I want to be inside you when you do.”

He swallows so hard I hear the click of his throat. “Please, Daddy, I want you inside me.”

“So impatient, sweet boy.”

“I am. I need you to fuck me. I need it so bad.”

“I know.”

I lie over him, using my weight to calm and still him, and trail kisses over his shoulders.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, sweet boy?”

“Would you blindfold me?”

“Do you like that?”

“Yes. So much.”

Being blindfolded must help him surrender more fully, and I’m only too happy to oblige.

“If you’re going to be blindfolded, we really should agree on safe words.”

Corey frowns. “We have some.”

“We do?”

He nods. “Traffic lights. Those are the safe words from the party.”

I smile. “We’re not at the party now. We can use whatever safe words you want. You might have had your own.”

“I don’t. Most of the kink clubs I’ve been to also used traffic lights. You’re the first Dom—Daddy—I’ve spent time with away from that kind of environment.”

My heart flutters at his admission. I’m not sure what it means or if it means anything at all, but I’m going to do everything I can to reward his trust in me.

“Traffic lights it is,” I say, accepting his choice of safe words.

I kiss him between his shoulder blades and then go to my wardrobe. I sort through my box of blindfolds, cuffs, and other toys until I find a thick strip of black cloth. I tie it around his eyes, using my fingers to check it’s not too tight.

“How’s that, sweet boy?”