Page 27 of His Dad Will Do
I’ve got a dull headache throbbing under my right eye. Honestly, drinking some water would probably be a good idea. But I’m feeling cranky and unsettled and I don’t know what the hell’s wrong with me, but I can’t seem to snap out of it.
“You’re not a kid,” Logan agrees. “But you’re acting like a brat. If it’s punishment you want, that can be arranged.”
Wait, what? What does Logan mean by punishment? My dick seems to have a general idea, because it perks up.
“Screw that,” I say, ignoring the traitor in my jeans.
Logan stands up and crosses the distance between us in a few strides. “I won’t do this with you if you’re not willing, Silas. Say ‘red’ and it ends now. I’ll drive you to the train station or make you dinner and you can sleep in the guest room. Your choice.”
Yeah, I don’t like either of those choices. I don’t want this to end. I don’t know how to tell him that, though. So I don’t say anything. I just stare up at him.
He grabs my upper arm and squeezes. “Last chance, boy. Red or green?”
I won’t say “red” but I can’t quite bring myself to say “green.” Out loud, anyway. I mouth the word silently and Logan seems to understand it, because he shoves past me, still gripping my arm, then drags me through the living room, past the fireplace divider, and toward the dining room table. The other end, out of the way of the puzzle.
I stumble after him—these jeans are really tight and my dick is currently trying to drill through the fabric—and Logan shifts his hand from my arm to the back of my neck.
He pushes me up against the table, then exerts steady pressure on my neck until I’m bent over it. I brace my forearms on the tabletop. The table’s edge is digging into my cock and Logan is a looming presence behind me. He bends over my back and growls in my ear, “Good boys get to come. Disrespectful boys get punished. Which are you?”
I wasn’t trying to be disrespectful, but now that I’m on the verge of being punished for it, I’m so turned on I can’t think. Holy fuck, how does he know every dirty fantasy I’ve ever had?
His large hand squeezes the back of my neck and he shakes me a little, like a dog with a toy in his mouth. “Well? Which is it?”
My mouth is suddenly dry and I swallow a few times, then lick my lips. “I, um, I don’t think I’m a very good boy, Daddy.”
He chuckles against my ear and goosebumps rise all over me. “No, you’re not, are you?” He squeezes my neck once more, then lets go. “Stay,” he orders.
I stay. Oh hells to the yes, I stay. Right where he put me.
He reaches underneath me and gets my jeans undone, then tugs them and my underwear down just far enough to expose my ass. My dick is still caught up in the front of my jeans and I’m probably going to end up with a button imprint on it.
And then Logan’s hand comes down with a hard smack on my ass.
“Ugh,” I grunt.
“Count, Silas,” Logan says. “Out loud so I can hear you.” He rubs his hand over the spot he spanked.
“One,” I say, lifting my head from where it’s been tucked between my arms.
His hand cracks down on my ass, hard enough to jostle me against the table. “Keep counting.”
I fist my hands on the tabletop and gaze out the huge windows on the other side of the table. “Two,” I grunt.
My skin heats up and my nipples go tight. My ass is on fire. Logan’s got a hand like a shovel and I’m not sure how much more I can take. I keep counting, though my voice gets whispery and quiet because I can barely breathe. The heat is spreading through my whole body and my dick pulses every time Logan smacks my ass.
“I’m sorry, Daddy!” The yell bursts out of me just after Logan spanks me the fifth time. I don’t even remember what I’m apologizing for, but it’s enough, apparently, because he doesn’t spank me again.
He squeezes my ass, first one cheek, then the other, and rubs the palm of his big hand all over my ass. It’s soothing, but also ramps up my arousal. My dick is aching and I squirm a little against the table’s edge.
Logan’s got both his hands on my ass now, kneading and squeezing and rubbing my cheeks. And then he drags a chair toward him, sits down behind me, and kisses my smarting ass better. He spreads my cheeks and licks a long swath from my balls to my hole.
“I’m yours, Daddy.” The words tumble from my mouth even as I cringe at how needy and desperate I sound. It’s only for the weekend, Logan said so. Just to give me the revenge I came here for. It’s not permanent.
“Please let me come, Daddy. I’ll be good, I promise.”
Logan swirls his tongue around my hole and my dick aches to be touched. I’ve fingered myself before, but I’ve never been rimmed, and oh my fucking God, it’s amazing. The tip of his tongue wiggles at my hole and I’m desperate for him to enter me, but he pulls back.
“No.” He exhales against my hot and aching skin and his breath is cool against my wet hole. “It’s hardly a punishment if you come from it.”
