Teasing Daddy

I squirm between Daddy's legs, laying my head on his thigh and curling into the warmth of his body, his leg snug against my back. I slip my hand over his knee and up inside the leg of his shorts, trailing my fingers lightly over the hairs there.

"Careful." Daddy's head is leaned back against the wall behind the couch and his eyes are closed, but his hand comes up to gently pet my head.

I look up, my own fingers creeping higher. "How come?" I ask coyly, then lay my head back down.

I feel his chuckle reverberate through my cheek. "You're playing with fire, little one."

My fingers creep up farther, seeking, sneaking, until I can trace the soft outline of Daddy's cock through his boxers, hiding a smile as it begins to harden. I listen hard, trying to hear when his breathing quickens and catches, pressing my thumb against the head of his cock, feeling it leak and dampen the cloth between us.

"Mmm," I hum, nuzzling closer, my other hand worming its way up to pop open the button of his shorts. "I don't know what you mean. You had a long day and I'm just helping you relax." I pull his hardening cock deftly through the hole in his boxers and before Daddy can say a word, I'm dragging my tongue up the underside of his shaft, mouth watering at the taste of him on my tongue. He draws in a sharp breath and the hand still resting on my head digs in a little, tugging gently on my hair and reminding me that, despite the control I think I have, I'm only doing what Daddy lets me do.

I keep teasing, sucking on the tip of Daddy's cock and swallowing the salty liquid dripping from it. The flesh hardens even more, flushing a deep red as he takes in another breath, groaning quietly as I work my way down. I suck a little harder, pressing the flat of my tongue against the vein running up the underside, relaxing my throat as I take his cock deeper. I barely register the little whimpers sneaking out of my own throat, muffled by Daddy's thickness.

"Fuck," Daddy hisses out, hand tightening in my hair, guiding my movement more. "Good boy...just like that."

Both of my hands come up to grab handfuls of his shorts, my body shifting into a more comfortable position, head bobbing and tongue working against hard, velvety flesh. My vision tunnels, focus narrowing to shut everything else out. Nothing matters but my task, taking Daddy deeper with each bob of my head, feeling his tip slide slickly against the inside of my throat and saliva dripping from my bottom lip.

Sudden pressure at the back of my head makes me twitch in surprise, but before I know what's happening, the hand at the back of my head is pressing hard, and Daddy is thrusting his hips up, filling my throat with his cock as I manage to splutter out a wet choking sound.

Soft laughter reaches my ears as Daddy holds his position, cutting off my air. "You little boyslut. You love this, don't you? You love when I'm mean to you."

Embarrassment prickles over my shoulders and back with the realization that my hips are grinding into the couch cushion I'm lying on, my cunt slick with arousal and my dick a hardened nub that sparks with pleasure on every down-thrust.

The hand in my hair gives my head a hard little shake, then relaxes. "I said, you love when I'm mean to you, don't you?"

I gasp in a huge shuddering breath, but before I can answer a sharp, stinging slap on my ass makes me yelp, my hips buck, and a moan burst from my throat all at once.

"Use your words, baby," Daddy coaxes.

"Y-yes," I manage to stutter, hiding my face against his thigh.

"Yes, what?"

"I like when Daddy's mean to meeeee," I keen, trembling as the words are punctuated with three more sharp, quick, painful smacks on alternating cheeks.

"Take off your pants and come here."

Wobbly on my feet, I trip out of my shorts in record time and reach for the waistband of my briefs, but a little growl from Daddy stops me.

"I didn't say your underwear. Come. Here."

I know what he wants, but I'm not done fighting back yet, so I tiptoe forward until I'm standing at the edge of the couch, fiddling with the hem of my shirt and smiling coyly. When he grabs the front of my shirt and jerks me forward I let out a gasp of shock and pleasure, falling into his other hand that's open and palm up, waiting for my neck. None too gently, Daddy maneuvers me into position so I'm laid over his knee, ass in the air, face pressed to the cushions. I can feel his cock against my chest, the tip leaking liquid still and smearing it against my ribs.

"You naughty little tease," Daddy purrs, loosening his grip on my throat and running a hand up the back of my leg, over the curve of one buttock, under my bunched up shirt and up each vertebra in my spine. I shiver, partly from his light touch and partially from anticipation. Without meaning to, I press my hips into his thigh, silently begging for friction. "Uh uh," Daddy murmurs, sinking fingertips into the globe of my ass until I whimper and then rubbing gently in circles. One finger dips underneath the elastic of my briefs, tracing nonsense designs on my bare ass until I'm soaking, squirming, and whimpering, thrusting my hips wantonly against anything I can reach. Gently, he eases them down to bare both cheeks, then rests a hand on my ass, heavy and warm. He's silent the whole time, but his dick hasn't softened at all, and I know he's as worked up as I am by now.

The hand leaves and I tense, preparing for the spank, but it just caresses again, and I feel a little tremor of anticipation spark down my spine.

"You're not the only one who can tease," Daddy tells me, and I can clearly hear the amusement in his voice. "And you know who's always in charge, so I have to assume you just like it when I turn the tables on you, don't you, little slut?" He gives me more false starts, and at each one I brace for impact, waiting for the stinging crack of his heavy palm on my skin. But each time the pain doesn't come, just soft rubbing over my ass cheeks, sometimes a finger dipped briefly into my cunt. That makes me gasp out loud, but the sensation is gone so quickly I think I imagined it. The repetitive touches relax me, muscles loosening as I melt into a boneless mess over Daddy's lap. My arousal doesn't lessen, but it fades into the back of my mind and I feel like I'm floating in a warm buoyant ocean, sleep creeping around the edges.

When I'm a compliant, mewling mess in his lap, Daddy stops faking it. The burning pain from his first strike radiates through my ass, tingeing my back and thighs. I let out a howl, arching up against the sudden strong arm that's been laid over my back and shoulders to hold me in place. Daddy chuckles to himself, clearly pleased at catching me so off guard. Before I can suck in a breath, another blow lands and my cry bursts half-formed from my throat as my hands clutch at the couch vainly. I whimper into the pillow, tears pricking at my eyes.

The hits fall like rain for a while, varying in strength from the lightest love taps that make me giggle to blows strong enough to make my ears ring and my whole body draw tight in pain. I sink into a limbo of needle-like pleasure prickling at my groin and the burning and stinging radiating through my body to settle in my bones. The blows gradually increase in intensity and I'm crying out constantly, burying my face in the couch as they get more painful and I get louder. Daddy pauses for a beat to let me catch my breath, and I struggle to my elbows panting, sweat gluing my shirt to my damp back.

"Take these off," Daddy tells me, helping me shed my shirt and briefs completely. I try to shift to a sitting position but he twists me back down in a second, a vise-like grip around the back of my neck. "Don't tell me you still haven't learned your lesson?"

"I was just--"

He lifts my head by the grip on my neck and then shoves it back down hard. "You can just shut your mouth, boy," he growls, fingertips pressing against each side of my neck so my vision swims. "The only good your mouth is to me is when it's around my cock, so just keep it shut and ready to suck when I want it to."

I don't mean to say anything, I really don't, but I can't help the long, low moan that reverberates through my chest at Daddy's words. Without a thought I squirm back into position over his knee and present myself to him again. His still-hard dick paints new lines of precum on my ribcage, the old ones just a salty memory.

Instead of another slap like I'm anticipating, a thick finger plunges into my pussy, taking my breath away with a whoosh. I whimper, pressing my hips back, wanting more, but before I know it the finger retreats and Daddy's hand is striking me again with a wet smack. I gasp in shock, unable to recover in time before I'm penetrated again, the finger reaching me deep inside, grazing over the spot inside me that makes my thighs quiver.

"Daddy," I whimper, pushing back to take more of his finger, but he just laughs softly and strokes the slick flesh inside my boycunt with gentle movements.

"What do you want, sweet boy?" Daddy croons, brushing his thumb over the head of my dick and making me squeak.

I whimper again, cheeks flushing red at the thought of what I want him to do to me, flushing even darker at the thought of being made to verbalize it. A half squeak, half groan pushes through my lips as the finger jabs into me sharply, right against my most sensitive spot. He curls his finger, pressing down cruelly until I gasp and tears prick the corners of my eyes, but my hips thrust back of their own accord, pain and pleasure washing through me.

"I want you to fuck me, Daddy," I say into the couch cushion, feeling the heat suffuse my cheeks at the neediness in my voice.

Daddy lifts me gently, and before I know what's happening I'm on my back, legs spread with his hips between them, his comforting weight pressing me down. His dripping cock slides against my boypussy, not penetrating yet, and I let out a little keening sound, lifting my hips and trying to take him inside. He laughs, kissing my neck, nibbling on my earlobe and peppering little kisses and bites over my collarbone. "What do you want? I couldn't hear you. You need to use your words, baby."

I turn my head, blushing furiously, but he catches my chin. "Look at me, sweet boy," Daddy croons, stroking my cheek. "What do you want?"

I manage to lock eyes with him, cheeks flushed so dark that I feel faint. "I--I want you to fuck meeeee," I whimper, lifting my hips again.

"Oh? You do? Even though you were a naughty boy and teased Daddy? Do you think you deserve to be fucked?"

"Please," I pant out. "I'm sorry Daddy, I just wanted to have fun. Please, I need you!"

"You need me?" Daddy presses forward ever so slightly. "This tight little boycunt definitely needs me..."

The head of his cock slowly spreads the lips of my pussy wide and my eyes roll back, mouth falling open in a soundless cry as I'm slowly, slowly, so slowly stretched around it.

"Do you think you deserve this?" Daddy murmurs, stilling with just the head of his cock inside me. One hand is positioned on my hip, preventing me from thrusting up and taking him in fully.

"Nooo, I don't, Daddy, I was so naughty by teasing you but I'm sorry! I need it so badly, please don't stop now! Please! Please stretch me out and fill me and make me scream!" Humiliation forgotten, the words spill over my lips until I'm begging almost incoherently. "Please Daddy I just wanna be filled by you I can't stand it I feel so empty please Daddy I'll do anything I just--" My litany is cut off sharply as Daddy shifts his hips forward in an abrupt, firm thrust, burying himself to the hilt in my eager hole. I cry out, rolling waves of pleasure radiating from my center, making my muscles tighten and spasm. He hisses out a groan into my ear, hot breath making me shiver and quiver and moan uncontrollably. I feel my boypussy clench tightly around Daddy's cock and it pushes it against my g spot, making my eyes pop open and a loud gasp tear from my throat.

"This is what you wanted, baby?" he whispers in my ear, and I can hear the strain in his voice from the effort to keep his cock still.

"Oh my--oh my god, yessss," I pant out breathlessly. "Please, more!"

With a little chuckle, Daddy presses a kiss to my cheek and starts to move with slow, gentle thrusts, just barely grazing the spot inside me. I clutch at his shoulders, eyelids fluttering and eyes rolling back with each movement. Little whimpers burst from my throat and a heady, buzzing feeling builds up in my chest and floods throughout my body. Daddy picks up his pace, grasping both my hips in his hands as we fall into a familiar rhythm, the only sounds our bodies meeting again and again, punctuated by his heavy panting and my whimpering moans.

"God, your little cunt is so tight," Daddy groans through gritted teeth. "You squeeze Daddy juuuust right, baby." He bites down hard on my shoulder in tandem with a hard, sharp thrust that has my pussy convulsing around him as I scream my orgasm to the ceiling. He doesn't let up his pace, fucking me through it, whispering to me how naughty I am and how much he enjoys seeing me come apart like this, punctuating his words with sharp nibbles on my shoulders and chest. I hang bonelessly in his grip, unable to do more than ride out my orgasm and weakly hold onto him for dear life, nearly sobbing at the intensity of everything. When I can grasp a shred of strength again, I lift my hips to meet his thrusts, flushing at the wet slapping sound that's echoing through the room.

Daddy pauses all of a sudden and I let out a little mewl of protest, but before I can start begging again he's flipped me over onto my hands and knees, jerking my hips up to the proper level before plunging back inside me. "You're my little boyslut, aren't you, baby?" he asks between thrusts. "And little boysluts take it from behind."

I let out a strangled sound and he gives a sharp, almost painful thrust. "Say it." Daddy's voice is no-nonsense, and I know better than to disobey.

"I--I'm your little boyslut, Daddy," I manage to whimper out, meeting him thrust for thrust, barely able to hold myself up as he hammers into me. His fingers are digging painfully into my hips and I can tell he's close to cumming from the broken gasping reaching my ears and the frantic way he's burying his cock into me, so deeply it feels as though he's trying to join us together permanently.

Daddy lets out a primal growl, his fingernails digging into my ass cheeks so deeply I feel them break the skin as he unloads, hot streams of cum painting my insides. He yanks me upright against his chest, cock still spasming inside me, and reaches around to rub my dick with quick, practiced motions.

"Daddy!" I moan out, arching back against him as I cum again, scrabbling for purchase anywhere I can reach, clenching around his softening cock. For a minute we're locked in what feels like a battle of wills, his teeth sinking into my shoulder as he growls from the overstimulation, me crying out as my vision flickers, my whole body quivering and jerking in his grip. Then it's over, and he's letting me collapse onto the couch in an exhausted heap, my hair sticking to my sweaty body that's still trembling with aftershocks. Daddy runs a hand down my back with a light touch, making me shiver pleasurably. I squirm around and curl up next to him, resting my head on one thigh while I come down. He pets my head, dragging the sweaty locks of hair away from my face and combing them back with slow, deliberate strokes.

"Everything good?" he asks gently, and even though I nod sleepily he presses further. "Nothing hurts too bad?"

"No, everything was really, really good," I manage, my voice slurring from exhaustion. I nuzzle into his thigh and let myself drift off in a cocoon of warmth.