Page 15 of Little Treat

Jamie wiggled his ass as I admired my work like it was a painting. “What do I get now?”

“Mhm, where are your manners?” I asked. “You want another spank—or two?”

Pouting, his voice turned into a rasp. “What do I get now, Daddy?”

“A reward,” I said.I grabbed the candy canes and set them beside him on the bed. “Suck it.” My dick chubbed as it seemed to hypnotize Jamie like it was a grandfather clock.

“Which one?”

I handed him the thinnest candy cane. “This one, unless you think your mouth can go bigger?” I asked. “And no biting it. Understood?”

Although that wasn’t the hole I was concerned about. I was just letting him get a taste, and lubricating it up for me. As he sucked on the candy cane, I was between his legs, parting his ass to reveal the soon to be sweet peppermint-candy-cane hole.

8. JAMIE

I sucked on the candy cane for a moment, literally. Daddy took it from my mouth and handed me another. He was at my ass, eating me out and being oh-so gentle about it, and then I felt the stickiness of the candy cane. I knew where it was going, it was so very obvious, but I wanted to play innocent about the whole thing.

“Oh my god,” I said with the candy cane in my mouth, slobbering all over his bed sheets. “It’s so—”

“Sticky,” he said, pulling it out, and the warmth of his face pummeled my ass once more. My back couldn’t arch into the bed any further, pushing my ass up and out into his face like I was about to try and suffocate him.

All I wanted was a little treat, and he’d gone above and beyond, devouring my hole and spreading the peppermint sugar residue from the candy cane over it, and then eating again and again. He was ravenous.

He took my second candy cane and replaced it with another, much thicker one, and I did my best not to use my teeth, even though I loved the way these things could be used to make peppermint bark with chocolate. He went deeper with that second one, and then with his tongue it felt like he went just as deep.

I pulled the thicker candy cane from my mouth and flicked my head back. The intense tingle running through me was an absolute blast of pleasure I didn’t know I’d needed to feel in my life, and yet, here it was, pulsing it’s tickle through me as his tongue pulsed and licked while his hand cupped my balls and played with them as if they were billiard balls in his hand.

“You like that?” he asked.

“Don’t stop.”

“I’m not going to.” He took the other candy cane from me, and that seemed to be the biggest one he’d brought—there were others, probably backups, which were probably the ones I was allowed to eat.

I’d shoved many things up my ass to get off before and touch the male g-spot, a.k.a. the prostate. If he hadn’t been holding my balls, almost pinching them, I’d be coming.

I was now on my back, and he continued, but this time, the sticky peppermint candy cane was being compared to my cock. Getting all the flavor on it, he took that as an opportunity to suck it. It was far more than I deserved, because I thought I was being punished.

“Your turn,” he said, standing up between my legs. And with my cheeks coming together, the stickiness of the candy cane residue made it feel like my cheeks would never come apart again.

Daddy stood there in his power position—hands on hips, dick bouncing for attention, and his head slowly nodding, as if I couldn’t see his cock entertaining me. “I might tease you,” I said, taking the thickest candy cane. “Oh whoa.”

“I’m thicker,” he said. “If that was what you were thinking.”

Seeing it for myself, he was thicker. I sucked on the candy cane, getting it on my lips before I put it on his cock, getting it just as sticky. He didn’t care, he just wanted me to suck it, and there was no teasing him it seemed. Daddy was getting what he wanted, and it’s what I wanted too.

I sucked his cock with so much effort, I should’ve been reward with some type of town commendation for services to man. I played with his balls as I jerked him with a hand—or two, especially for him—and I might’ve heard my jaw click as I opened wide.

Daddy pushed gently on my shoulders. “Don’t ruin all the fun,” he said. And then again, he pushed me to the bed, where I found myself striking an elegant pose. “Stay right there.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” And why would I?

Daddy grabbed the lube I’d left, and condoms. Although this condom came from his jacket pocket. I perked up on my elbows, watching him finally walk back and grab my teddy from the edge of the bed. “I wanna see you use it,” he said. “Fuck it for me.”

Pouting, I nodded. “Anything for Daddy.”

“See, you can be a good boy.”

I giggled as my shoulders shimmied with a shiver. It was obvious I knew how to be a good boy,but sometimes I liked to be a brat so that they appreciated the times when I was actually just really good and pure of heart—which was all of the time.