But everything about this is real. I’m teasing my Daddy, and he wants to punish me for being naughty. Not because he’s playing a part for money—but because we really do need to plan, and I’m distracting him.
I lower my hand to find the stiff, smooth shape of his cock.
“Did I say you could touch me, baby boy?” he says, his voice harder this time. But there’s still a tenderness he can’t mask. He feels the change between us too. The first time he took me on the roof, it was pure celebration—a moment where I got to experience sex the way I wanted to for the first time. The second time he took me was full of desperation after my father tried to pull us apart. But this time is different. We belong to each other now.
“I can’t wait, Daddy. I want you.”
He releases my cock and reaches around to grasp my ass. It’s a little tender from last night, so I feel every inch of his fingers digging into my skin. “I’ll need to take you over my knee.”
“No, Daddy. Please don’t,” I whisper, but we both know I don’t mean it.
Timber grabs my shoulder and pushes me down until my body twists and I’m lying across his powerful thighs. I’m trembling now—not with fear, but excitement. He grabs my hips and lifts them so my ass is tilted up, ready for him.
“Oh, baby boy. Look at you. And you’re mine. God, you’re all mine.”
He makes me want to cry. I feel cherished, savored even. I bury my face in the sheets, unable to handle how overwhelming my emotions are.
I love him. I know it’s too fast, and I’m sure my father would say it’s because of my bond ache. But I don’t care. I love him, and I never want this to end.
Daddy brings his hand down hard on my ass. I let out a yelp. I’m still sensitive from the spanking he gave me last night, and the pain is a lot more intense. I notice the way Daddy pauses, giving me time to call out red or yellow if I want to. I’m safe with him—cared for.
I let my body relax, and his hand smacks me again. I expect the pain this time, but it still rocks through me until every nerve ending in my body is attuned to where his hand rests. He massages the skin, giving me his tenderness along with his fierceness. When his hand lifts, I brace myself.
“I can’t see you every day, but you’re going to feel me every day, baby boy,” he says, and when he spanks me this time, the pain blooms in a new, deeper way. I close my eyes.
His hand comes down one, two, three times in succession. He’s saying something, but I can’t concentrate enough to understand what it is. My ass is on fire, and my cock is rock hard and leaking.
“Please, Daddy.” I have to come. And I need him inside me. My body’s conflicting desires are confusing.
He spanks me one more time, and the force of his hand pushes my body down, dragging my cock against his hairy leg. I can’t help myself. I come hard on his thigh, calling out his name.
He grabs me by the shoulders before the rush of pleasure has stopped.
“Did I say you could come?” he asks.
I shake my head.
“You naughty boy.” He lifts me like a rag doll, and I find myself straddling him, the heat of his cock directly underneath me. “Who does this ass belong to?”
I look into his eyes. “You, Daddy. Only you.”
He grabs my ass cheeks, kneading them with his hands. My skin stings.
“I want to take you bare again, baby. Can I?”
I nod. “Yes. Always.”
His hands release my ass, and fingers brush along my crack. “You’re going to ride me, baby boy.”
When he pushes one finger inside, I arch my back, wanting it deeper.
“And you’re going to take my knot.” He pushes in a second finger next to the first. That part of my body is sore too. His fingers twist inside me, the mixture of pleasure and pain making me weak. “While my knot is stretching your ass wide, you’re going to pick up the phone and order whatever you want from room service and try to keep your voice even while I grind my knot into you.”
“Oh, Daddy.”
He keeps staring into my eyes as he adds another finger inside me.
“When room service knocks on the door, you’re going ask them to come in while my cock is still up your ass.”
I moan at the idea of it. His fingers withdraw, leaving me horribly empty, then the hot pressure of his cock drives into me all at once.
“Daddy!”
“You’re going to talk with the staff member like everything is normal, with only the bedroom door between us. And then when they’re gone, I’m going to fuck you so hard into this mattress, you’ll feel it for days. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Daddy. I understand. I’ll do whatever you say.”
He grabs my hips and guides them down onto his cock, then back up again. The motion is too fast—too much. He’s such a big man, and I’ve already taken him twice in the last twenty-four hours.
“C’mon, boy. Ride me. Make me knot.”
While it’s technically my muscles doing the work, his hands are in complete control. I take him all the way down to the root, our bodies slamming together. Then Daddy directs my hips back up immediately, not giving me a moment to adjust. The pace is punishing. Before long I’m gasping for breath, my naked body slippery with sweat, as I go up and down, up and down, taking every inch of him.
“That’s right, baby boy,” Daddy says. He digs his fingers into my hips, his body thrusting to meet me this time. Then he’s expanding within me, forcing himself so deep I don’t think I can take it. I try to lift off him to relieve the incredible pressure, but he holds me fast and says, “Stay still, boy. You’re going to take my knot.”
“But I can’t. I’m sore. It’s too much.”
He pushes in even deeper. “Pick up the phone.”
He can’t possibly expect me to do that yet. I’m still adjusting to him. I need more time.
“Pick up the phone now.”
Bending over to reach for the phone on the nightstand makes his knot feel even larger. It stretches my rim painfully, making my eyes water. I pick up the phone and bring it to my ear.
Daddy wraps his fingers around my cock.
“Oh, Daddy. I won’t be able to focus.”
“Dial one and order a chicken salad for me, boy.”
Dialing requires me to bend over again. The phone rings until a chipper female voice says “Room service! How can I help you?”
Daddy strokes my cock with his hand, making me inhale sharply.
“Uh, hi. I—” Daddy rolls his hips, grinding his knot into me, just like he promised he would. I can’t think. “I, uh. The chicken salad.”
“You want to order the chicken salad?” the hotel employee asks.
“Yeah.”
Daddy keeps rolling his hips, gently circling my cock with his fingers. “And something for you, baby boy. Grilled cheese or chicken fingers?”
I’m too distracted by his hand to worry about the twelve-and-under rule or what he might think of me.
“And grilled cheese. I want grilled cheese,” I say in a rush.
He increases the pressure around my cock and begins jacking me off rapidly. I have to cover the mouth of the phone to avoid breathing heavily into it.
“Is that all you’d like to order?”