Page 8 of Little Treat
I nodded enthusiastically. “Please.”
“And what about putting an actual candy cane in there,” he said, raising a brow. “Would you like that?”
I smacked my lips. He didn’t have to tease me with the idea. “I’ve done it on myself before, it’s... sticky, and usually only fun if there’s someone else there who can eat my ass afterwards.”
Daddy nodded. “Then I suppose we’ll make do with Daddy’s candy cane,” he said. “But next time, I’ll make sure I have one for you.”
Next time. My heart fluttered, because he was already planning a next time.
“Okay.”
“Good boy.”
My cock throbbed against my belly again.
The novelty of it had me so horny, and I loved Christmas for that reason. Not only were candy canes the most phallic of shapes, but there were also plenty of Christmas-tree-themed butt plugs on offer from some of the websites I frequented.
He played with the lube for a moment, on my ass as he ate it, and I was clenched from all the tingles. He was ready to fuck me, and I was ready to have those tingles tear through my insides. He had me with my knees up to my chest before I wrapped them around his back like a pretzel, squeezing him to keep his cock buried inside me.
I wasn’t shy about my moans, and I knew he liked that. All those moans were met with an equal amount of hip thrusts and his entire body contact on me. I couldn’t shove my hand down to touch myself, but that didn’t stop me from throbbing into the friction of his fur.
It all became too much, and I came. It was hands free, all his doing. I was filled with electricity, and the sweat on my skin felt like it could zap. Daddy fucked into the tension of my body after I came, and filled the condom up inside me moments later.
“Fuck,” he said, rolling off me and lying on the pillow. “I know I had a condom on, but I’ve never come inside anyone.”
Looking at the cum in the end of the condom, I knew he’d really felt whatever my ass had been doing, because it was full. “It’s okay. I think I would’ve preferred it if you’d pulled out and come on my belly, though.” I placed a hand on my wet stomach. There was a matching batch on his body, and more of it in his body hair.
“There’s always next time,” he said, reaching out and grabbing my thigh, which he squeezed. “I need to shower, you coming?”
“I already came.” I giggled, but I knew what he meant.
“I’ll take that as a yes, and maybe you’re looking for another spank while we’re at it, you sassy boy.”
It was freeing and fun to have him engage in play with me. I didn’t ever want it to end, and I certainly didn’t want it to stop yet. But after the shower, I had to go home—even if he’d invitedme to stay the night. He was on vacation, so he didn’t have to wake up at the ass crack of the day... but I did.
“I’ll come see you tomorrow, maybe,” he said. “And you still owe me that tour around town.”
“Now that I know you’re some big league coach, you’ve got to buy more than one bar of chocolate you know, to get more of my time at work,” I said.
Daddy sat on the bed with the white bedsheet over his legs and his cock—naked after the shower—still very visible. “As long as I get to see more of you,” he said.
“You’ve also got to taste the truffles,” I told him. “And maybe I’ll make something special for you. What do you think about that?”
He wiggled a finger at me. “Come here. You are just the cutest.”
Fully dressed and ready to leave, I sat on the edge of the bed and he gave me a kiss. “No, you’re the cutest.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you home?”
“And force you to get dressed again?” I giggled. “No, you should sleep. These beds are amazing.” I knew from the many times I’d slept on them.
As I left, Daddy called out. “I’ll see you tomorrow, mygood boy.”
It was a high, being freshly fucked, called a good boy, and having used nearly all the expensive hotel soap... Yeah, I was feeling pretty good. The only thing that would make it better was a day off.
As I reached the elevator, my mom texted.Jamie, where are you? It’s getting late and you know your father is going to be annoyed if you don’t get home soon. I loved her concern, but I could deal with him, and he’d see I was learning and doing well as soon as those culinary tests came in.
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