Page 27

"I think that would be a big punishment," I say. "You would have to do something that really pushes my buttons. Think you can do that?"

"Yes, Daddy. I can be the best… uh, not best Boy for you!"

I laugh and stand up, holding my hands out for him. "Right now, I think we should go to bed. I have work tomorrow and you have a lot to do. I've already given Remington and Garrett the signs to look out for, so there will be no hiding how you're feeling to them, okay?"

"Yes, Daddy."

I tug on his hand and move toward the bedroom.

I strip out of my clothes while Tyler makes sure the alarm clock is set.

We pull down the comforter and slide under the blankets.

I lay on my back, but Tyler is a chronic stomach sleeper and snuggles up to my side.

His fingers brush over my chest hair and I feel the weight of his head on my shoulder.

There is only a dim light coming from a lamp in the room. My hand travels up and down Tyler's back, trailing my fingers lightly over his skin. When my fingers touch the waistband of his underwear, they start the same trail back up to his shoulders.

It's a couple moments before I realize I can hear the small snores coming from Tyler.

The last couple of weeks play through my mind.

I've been in a kinky relationship before, but something about being a Daddy is a whole other level.

It's fun and sexy, but what I didn't think would happen is it would help me as much as it does Tyler.

I undersold how little control there was growing up.

My parents didn't care. My brother turned out alright, moved away when he turned eighteen.

I did the same and went to college. My sister, though, stayed in the town.

She lived with our parents until she hit twenty-five.

Last I heard, she was living with a guy in a trailer park.

I'm not judging her at all and I call every now and then to check on her, but I do sometimes think our lives would have turned out differently if our parents were actual parents to us.

The few times we did get in trouble for something, it was met with a physical punishment. Spankings were the go-to, which is why my brother and I have both said neither of us would ever lay a hand on any kids we have. I try to not think about them, to keep those memories out of my head.

Thinking about punishments for Tyler, though, I can do that.

They'll be what one person called funishments.

I would never hurt him, never do anything without his permission or out of anger.

I love that he's okay with bondage and I want to see how far he’s okay with it.

I've read about writing lines and corner time, which would be things for smaller tantrums or if he doesn't listen to me.

I close my eyes and start imagining different scenarios about Tyler acting out and what I would do as his Daddy for not listening.

A soft laugh breaks me from my almost dream. Tyler's eyes blink open and he lifts his head to look at me. "Daddy, you're supposed to be sleeping."

"I was almost there," I say. "I thought you were asleep."

"I was." He laughs again, but then shifts his knee which is spread over my hips. "But something poked me awake."

"Oops." I move my hand to my dick. "How about you lay back down and Daddy will take care of this real quick?"

"Nooo." He draws out the word and flops back down onto me. "Don't leave the bed. I'll miss you."

"I didn't say anything about leaving the bed, did I?

" I push the blanket down so we're both exposed, and then shift my pajama pants down too.

This is possibly one of the scenarios that was running through my head that got me in this situation, so why not see how it plays out?

"Daddy is going to take care of this and you can watch, but you can't touch yourself. "

"Huh?" He looks from me to where my hand is now wrapped around my cock and back. "Why?" I swear he sounds disappointed.

"Consider it your punishment for not listening to me earlier," I say easily.

"But— That's not fair." I'm enjoying this way too much. I stop my hand. “I already had to sit out longer.”

"Do you want to throw another tantrum and maybe Daddy won't even let you watch?"

"No." His movements are so fast that he bounces the mattress. It's hilarious. "I watch. Good boy."

I turn my head and kiss his forehead. "You are a good boy, Tyler. Can you reach over and get Daddy the lube, though?"

I want to drag this out for him, but it's after ten already and we do need to sleep.

He does just as I asked and keeps his hands clear of my cock and his.

I hear him making noises and every minute or so he flicks his eyes up to me.

Seeing how much he's struggling to keep his hands to his chest and the obvious bulge in his underwear has me speeding up.

I arch my back, really putting on a show for him.

He's biting his bottom lip, eyes locked on my cock.

"Do you want to touch me, baby?" His eyes shift onto mine and I can see he's close to breaking.

I'm close already, but he's doing so well and I know I'll give him something he wants for following my orders.

"Is watching Daddy get off making you hard, too?

But you're not allowed to touch yourself, are you? "

"No, Daddy. I'm being good." His voice is strained.

"You are being good," I repeat. I stroke myself again and again, twisting my wrist and swiping my thumb over my slit. I'm leaking and so close. "Daddy's going to come now, baby. Do you want that?"

"Yes, please." He goes back to watching me stroke myself. It's a few more pumps of my hand before my orgasm rocks my body and a white stripe of cum lands on my stomach. More follows and I pump myself a few more times just to keep him waiting.

With my free hand, I run my fingers through Tyler's hair.

He turns his face toward me and smiles. I bring his face closer to mine and seal our lips together.

Our tongues slide together, kissing slowly but deeply.

When he pulls back, I let my head drop back to the pillow.

I'm definitely ready for sleep now, but Tyler seems way too awake.

His voice is quiet when he speaks again, almost like he's hesitant to ask.

"Can I clean you up?"

He licks his lips and I register what he means. He wants to clean me with his tongue. I've come to understand he's into that from the first time we were intimate and he licked his own cum off my fingers.

"You can clean me up, but you're still not allowed to touch yourself okay?"

I lay back and let him do what he wants.

His tongue is warm against my skin and I swear he's more thorough than I would have been with a towel.

When he gets to my cock, he sucks on it slowly.

I'm nowhere close to getting hard again, but it feels good.

He settles between my legs, wrapping his arms under either side of my waist. His cheek rests against my upper thigh, his nose just an inch from my tip. "What are you doing, baby?"

"I want to stay right here," he says. "Please?"

I card my fingers through his hair and smile. "No more touching Daddy, okay?"

He nods again and settles back down. I'm not exactly sure where my pajama pants went, but they're not around my ankles where I left them. The weight and warmth of his body against my bare legs is comforting and we're both asleep within minutes this time.