Page 7 of Little Treat

“Harder, Daddy,” he said. “If you want to leave a reward on my skin.”

“A reward?” I asked, patting the spot where I’d spanked as if I was comforting it.

“Yeah, it’s afunishment,” he said. “Fun punishment. It’s a reward for being a bit of a brat. But if you’re not into that, I’ll tone it down.”

I shook my head, running a hand up his back. “Never tone yourself down.” My hand reached his head with me leaning over him. I was finally pushing my fingers through his gorgeous hair. I pulled him up by it for a kiss, and my hard cock slipped out of my boxers and with perfect precision, like I hoped my players would have, it rested between his ass cheeks, a hot dog for his firm buns.

“I’ve got another spank before we get there,” he giggled.

“And I’d hoped you would greethimbefore then.”

He nodded, wiggling his ass as my cock was getting ready to burrow itself into him prematurely. “One more spank coming up, and this time, I’ll make sure you can see my fingerprints from it.”

4. JAMIE

It was everything I needed—the spanks, the way he prepared my skin for the touch of his palm, and then the way he went down with his face, brushing it against my ass and giving it one well-deserving kiss. His words, not mine. I knew I deserved it. I knew I was being rewarded with the funishments of those spanks and kisses.

The fun part was when he pressed the tip of his cock against my ass, teasing me with it. “Are you going to suck it?” he asked, leaning back on his heels. I looked back to see him in all his furry body goodness.

I turned around under his body—it was a lot of fun to feel the way he was still somewhat sitting on me—and now we were staring at each other. Our cocks bouncing like they were greeting each other. I wanted them to meet properly, so taking my hand, I pushed my hard cock up and he pushed his down. The exchange of precum brought out the tickliest of giggles from the back of my throat.

“Well,” he said. “I want to know if thisgood boyhas a good mouth.”

I was up to the task, he didn’t need to worry about that. Switching positions so he was lying flat on the bed, I first ran my hands through his chest hair and all the way down his torso, biting my lip and staring into his eyes.

“Trying to tease me?” he asked.

“No, Daddy. I’d never do that,” I said, with the most devilish smile. I absolutely would do that, but I didn’t want to tell him, I wanted to show him. I was very excited to show off for him, like I was with all guys who were into the Daddy thing. It sometimes felt like I was trying out to make it a permanent thing. I wanted to get the big events out of the way before we gotinto the smaller stuff—assuming there would be a time when we got to the smaller stuff.

He thrust his hips, with his cock slapping his abdomen. He was fairly in shape, but almost on his way to being a bear—so an otter—except, I didn’t like to think of him like that. He was a bear. “You’re teasing me,” he said. “And I thought you were being good. Unless you were looking for another spanking?”

Now that he mentioned it, I could absolutely take more of his tender spanks. I was so ready to feel him all over my body, and I didn’t want to go too quickly—even if I knew I was probably going to be eating into my sleep time if I kept teasing him. I kept rubbing his nipples and kissing his body while missing his cock out of the kiss list.

I was savoring the moment. I licked the tip of his cock, letting the precum coat my tongue for a moment before taking it into my mouth, enveloping it in my warmth and letting my tongue act as a guard against my teeth, as each of his throbs made it a little more dangerous for him—this wasn’t where I wanted to give him a hickey.

Daddy gave me plenty of space to suck it before placing his hands on the back of my head and getting me to go deep, go hard, and gag on it. With each tiny retch from the back of my throat, he would call me agood boy,and my gag reflex seemed to reset itself.

He tucked a finger under my chin. “I wanna fuck you,” he said.

“You have a—”

“Condom and lube,” he said with a nod and a sure smile. “Yeah, absolutely, I do.”

“That sounds very sure,” I giggled.

“Well, before I came out here, I was told to grab some in case the mood struck, and... well, I think the mood has struck.” He sat upright, cupping my face, and gave me a kiss.

I giggle-snorted, and I knew it wasn’t attractive. “I actually also brought some,” I told him. “When you texted, I made sure I grabbed them. I’ve got—um—”

“What?” he asked.

“So, you can say no, but it’s a candy-cane-colored condom, and some matching tingle lube—peppermint,” I said.

His fingers clenched against my cheeks, squeezing them together as if forcing me to pucker. “Okay, tingle lube,” he said. “You’re just mentioning this now?”

“I was waiting for the right moment, and—I just remembered.”

“So, you wanna see what my dick looks like in a candy-cane-colored condom?” he asked.