Page 35 of His Dad Will Do
“You agreed to do what I tell you, yes?”
I can’t nod with Logan’s hand squeezing my throat. I can barely speak, but I manage a whisper. “Yes, Daddy.”
“And I’m telling you that now is not the time to worry about your future. I will help you figure out what you’re going to do next, but for now, all you have to do is be here with me. Can you do that?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Do I need to spank you to quiet your thoughts?”
Jesus, if he spanks me now, I’m going to come immediately, despite the cage. “No, Daddy,” I whisper. “Not right now.”
“Okay.” He squeezes my throat a little harder and holy shit, all the blood in my body rushes south but can’t fill my dick. Spots dance before my eyes and I’d fall off this bench into a puddle on the ground if Logan wasn’t holding me up.
By my throat. Restricting my breathing. It’s working, though. I can’t think about anything else but him. And whether he’ll let me go. God, I don’t want him to.
He does, of course. The tight vise of his fingers loosens slowly, incrementally, like he doesn’t want to let go, either. He tips my chin up and bends to give me an upside-down kiss.
“Go upstairs,” he murmurs against my lips. “Get undressed and lie on your back on the bed.”
The bed. Not his bed. Almost like it’s our bed.
“Yes, Daddy.” I have to cough to clear my throat and I can still feel the phantom squeeze of his hand around it.
Logan steps back so I can swing my legs around the piano bench and stand up. I sway a little when I do, still lightheaded from him choking me. He reaches out to steady me.
I reach to clear my manuscript paper and shit from the piano, but Logan nudges me toward the door. “Leave it. It’ll be here when we’re done.”
I drift toward the stairs, still in the mindless daze that letting Daddy take control puts me in, and it’s not until I reach the top that I realize Logan isn’t behind me. I hear the door to the garage open but I’ve been given very simple instructions and all I have to do is obey them.
I strip my clothes off, fold them as neat as I can, and lie down on the bed. It’s not long until Logan appears in the bedroom doorway, a tangle of some sort of thin rope in one hand. Oh.
Oh, hell yes.
He doesn’t tie me up immediately, though. He takes his own clothes off and kneels up on the bed. I spread my legs and he shifts up in between them. His hands are firm and warm when they settle on the inside of my thighs, bracketing my caged cock.
“So pretty for me, baby,” he murmurs. He bends and licks at the skin squeezed between the concentric rings and oh my god, the contrast of his warm, wet tongue and the hard metal containing me is gonna make me lose my mind.
My fists are clenching in the sheets and I’m sliding my heels along them, scrambling for purchase, lifting my hips, desperate for more. He tucks his hand under my caged balls and I look down my body at the cage resting in the palm of his hand.
Jesus, I look so small in his big hand. My dick is turning pinker by the second and the thudding pulse at my groin is echoing in my ears and dragging me into a place where nothing matters but Logan touching me.
“I was going to tie you up, but I think I like watching you squirm.”
“Daddy, please.”
“Please what?”
I don’t know what. I want him to tie me up but I want to be free to roll around on his bed with abandon. I want to come and I want this anticipation of coming to last forever. I want him to fuck me and I want to stay his boy as long as he’ll have me.
“Please,” I moan again, trusting that he’ll decide for me and that whatever he decides is what I need.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he says. He straightens up and stretches over me, a long arm reaching for the nightstand. His chest hovers briefly over my face and I dart my tongue out and lick his nipple. Even as lost in sensation as I am, I want to make Logan feel as good as he makes me feel. His nipple tightens and he stays in place long enough for me to suck it into a hard point.
He pulls back, though, and resettles between my legs. He spreads my thighs wide, bends my legs, and pushes my knees toward my chest. “Hold yourself open for me, sweetheart.”
I catch behind my knees and pull my legs in. Logan’s fingers slip along the creases where my thighs meet my groin and there’s a brief tug on my balls and then the cage is off and my dick springs straight up like a rocket. “Oh, fuck,” I moan. A bead of pre-come wells up at my slit and drips down my shaft.
Logan sits back on his heels. He sets the cage off somewhere to the side and then slides his hands up and down my thighs. It’s like he knows that if he touches my dick, it’ll be all over.
