Page 90 of C is for Comfort

“Yes. I’ll be facing the tiles. One hand on the screen, the other on the back wall. Your hands will be on my hips, and you’ll be slamming into me so hard I can’t think.”

“What if I wanted to look into your eyes?”

“Umm…”

“I could turn you around and lift you up,” I tell him. “You’d wrap your legs around my back and brace your arms on the wall on the shower screen. I’d thrust up into your arse from below and get nice and deep.”

“Oh, Daddy.”

“Do you think you could add a fourth finger, sweet boy?”

“Four?”

“Yes. You’ve got quite a large dildo.”

“I’ll try, Daddy.” There’s a pause, and then he bites out, “Oh, fuck, Daddy.”

“How does it feel?”

“Tight. So fucking tight.”

“But nice?”

“Yes.”

“Take it nice and slow. Ease your fingers back and forth.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I listen to his moans and groans for a while before speaking again. “That’s it, sweet boy. Your arse is so hot and tight around my fingers. I adore the way your muscles squeeze around me.”

“Daddy!”

“Yes, sweet boy?”

“I’m… not… sure… how… long… I… can… last…”

“Listen to me.”

“I’m listening.”

“You won’t come until I tell you to. Do you understand?”

He makes a frustrated sound. “I’m not sure I can stop myself.”

“You can and you will,” I say firmly. “I’m your Daddy. You’ll do as I say.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Stop finger fucking yourself and put plenty of lube on your dildo.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I wait silently until he tells me he’s done. “You’re going to start to push it inside yourself.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

I pause, guessing the right time to say, “Stop.”