Page 9 of Daddy’s Rules

Flipping me over, he carefully pulled back the onesie to reveal my back. His fingers traveled down, forcing me to make an arch, dipping my back low, and bringing my ass up slow. I didn’t care what position he put me in, as long as he was touching me. It was the most physical contact I’d been shown, and my body craved each brush of his fingertips. He pulled the onesie further down, then hiked my ass higher with both of his thick hands on my thighs.

“I didn’t mean to dress you, only to undress you,” he said. He pushed my briefs down my ass and revealed the work and effort of many weighted squat sessions at the gym.

“Yes, Daddy,” the words came out of me in a moan as his tongue touched my hole, and from there, my eyes rolled back in bliss. I could’ve melted on the bed. A new onesie, a teddy tucked under my arm on my chest, and in what yogis called child’s pose, my ass was eaten by a professional.

“I think I like you the other way,” he said, and with a swift motion, his hand flipped me back like I was a toy, or more like a foodstuff, a pancake, ready to be devoured, layered with his whipped cream, or even stuffed between my layers. “Good boy. Grab those ankles.” I pulled my knees up, ankles at my head, watching him continue to pull my cheeks apart and eat my ass, tickle my taint, and then the holy grail of sensations, his sucked on my balls as they ascended close to the shaft. His mouth followed, while his tongue went between them.

After a moment of ultimate new pleasure, he pulled away and grabbed the cuffs.

“I’m ready,” I whispered.

“I knew you were the type,” he said, smacking the cuffs together and smiling. “I want to confine you, to—”

“Use me?”

He nodded. “You like it. Right?”

It stirred me full of excitement. “I—I do.”

“Good. I have other toys, but I don’t bring them here,” he said, using one hand behind my head to slide the comfortable cuff over my wrist, connecting it to the pole, stretching my arm out slightly.

Each hand cuffed to a pole at either side, I was comfortable. Daddy placed the teddy in my arms and pulled the onesie off completely. He placed that in my other arm. I was now completely naked, laid out in front of him.

“I’m all yours,” I told him, squeezing my legs together as a surge of excitement ran through me. I kicked my legs a little from it.

“You’re perfect,” he said. “You’ll do whatever I say.”

I nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”

Crawling across my body, his knees spreading my legs, he leaned on me as our faces met, and he kissed me on the lips. Softly, he kissed me again, and this time he used his tongue. I almost wanted it to go entirely down my throat, desperate for a sign I could remember this night from.

With my hands cuffed, I leaned completely into his trust, his command. He didn’t tease or tickle, but I flinched whenever his hands crossed by my ribs.

He called me a good boy, sending the excitement into my thighs, and I clung to him, wrapping them around his lower back and hooking foot over foot in place. He continued to kiss me, and his dick teased at my hole. The idea of him fucking me raw got me even more excited. Even though I knew policy here was on protection.

“I’ll be slow,” he said. “I’ll make sure I’m gentle. But I won’t always be slow and gentle.”

I chewed into my lower lip, nodding. Clearly, I could get either, depending on how I behaved. As he pulled out of the hold I had on his body, he stood and finished getting completely naked at the side of the bed, his dick springing up and down, bouncing around as a small spouting fountain of precum leaked like a spider web, dripping over everything.

“My eyes are up here,” he said, unwrapping a condom. “You look perfect like this.”

“Do I really?” I asked, looking across my body to see the teddy in one arm and the onesie in the other. “If there’s a next time, I have a onesie with a bottom flap. I like to wear them when I’m in naughty play.”

“Naughty play,” he repeated with the flash of a smile that tickled in my tummy. “How much further would you submit to me if I asked?” he said, brows raised up his forehead, staring at me, all while putting the condom on. “You have hard limits, you know, for next time.”

I shook my head, then quickly nodded. “Yeah, I don’t engage in dangerous stuff, like weapons.”

Daddy Max took his dick by the base and smacked it down on the palm of his hand with a wet thud. “Does this count as a weapon?”

I giggled. “Maybe. But it’s not a dangerous one—is it?”

“I’ve got plenty of lube, so it shouldn’t be dangerous.” He climbed right on top of me again, now with his large dick pressed side by side with mine. “Any other hard limits?”

“I don’t do public play, or basically anything that could make me look bad legally,” I said.

He kissed at my chest and looked at me again. “Good,” he said. “I’d never ask that of you. I keep this part of my life hidden too. It’s good to—” He kissed me again, longer this time. “Expose yourself to new people.”

In that moment, I wished I could’ve caressed his head or run my fingers through his perfectly coiffed hair. I wanted to touch him, but knowing I couldn’t was fun. Only he could touch me, and he did, with constant care and affection, his dick pulsing on my belly right beside mine, which was pulsing in return.