Away in a Tentacle Lair

22. Kai

Chapter twenty-two

Kai

Water drips from my body as I haul myself from the tank. I usually watch the sunrise through the thin drapes across my window, surface as the water hits the middle, and my transformation begins. Today, my mind is focused on the man sleeping in my bed, so I am dragging myself out of the water on eight tentacles. Each one has excellent suction, and I can quickly move across the room, although the carpet is scratchy on my soft skin. My skin darkens to blend in with the rich colour of the flooring; if Leo dashes the bathroom now, I'm in trouble; he wouldn't think to look for me here. I become a lighter shade as I slide up onto the bedding. I have no voice to wake Leo, but that isn't part of my plan. Waking up beside his wife was always something Dad couldn't have. I am determined that Leo will have that.

"Morning," Leo mutters sleepily as I squeeze under the covers. I'm barely in bed before the magic of morning hits me. Suddenly, I'm taking up more room than before. Leo groans, shifts his foot from under me, and briefly lifts his head.

"Hi," I grin. He huffs, closes his eyes, and pulls me closer.

This is the stuff of Christmas wishes. My wish is for Leo to wake up beside me every morning.

"Let's stay here all day," I suggest, half joking.

"Morning should always start this way," he agrees with me. "But Christmas is about family, not hiding away in bed all day."

"I hate that you are right," I whisper against the shell of Leo's ear, my voice a low purr that vibrates with mischief. My fingers dance a slow waltz up the length of his arm, each step measured by the rise of goosebumps beneath my touch.

"Being with you all day is all I need," Leo mumbles, lids fluttering open to reveal eyes as deep and welcoming as tide pools. The corners of his mouth curl into a sleepy grin, the kind that could coax the sun from behind the most stubborn clouds. With a soft chuckle, he bumps his knee against mine—a playful reprimand wrapped in the cotton softness of our shared cocoon.

"Alright, you win, Captain Responsible," I sigh, laying it on thick with a dramatic pout that could rival any tragic hero of the sea. "But what do you say to a little escape plan to the bay later? Just you, me, and the open water?"

"Escape plan?" His voice perks up, curiosity and longing lacing his words like salt air through a sea breeze.

"Oh yeah. After dinner, when everyone gets the board games out, we'll sneak…"

Leo's body moves, his lips find mine, and he silences me with his kiss. "Are you trying to make me naughty?"

"Er… Yes… I am expecting a full-on partner in crime here. It is part of the deal."

"So you expect me to be part of your mischief?" He accuses firmly. "And I was thinking my role would be spanking those naughty thoughts right out of that thick skull of yours."

Well… who would say no to that?

"That's what I thought." He hums contently at me.

"Idiot," I say, but now my cock is hard and pressed against his thigh. There is no hiding how my body reacted to the threat of a spanking.

He chuckles and reaches down, giving my cock a firm squeeze. "Alright then," he says, "let's take care of this."

“Yes, Daddy.” I freeze as the word slips out. I hardly dare to breathe as I wait for his reaction.

"You're such a naughty boy," he whispers in my ear before kissing it gently. "But I think you need to be punished."

I moan at his playful words.

"I know, baby," he says as his hand moves to my dick and starts to stroke it gently.

I groan as his touch sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I can feel myself leaking against his leg, dripping wet and ready.

"Am I?" I ask, half-heartedly trying to play it cool. "Or am I just an idiot who got hard at the thought of getting spanked?"

His smile grows wider as he looks up at me. "Or maybe you're just turned on by your daddy."

He leans down and kisses me hard, his tongue demanding entry as I eagerly let him in. His hand never stops stroking my dick as we make out passionately. The feeling of his hand mixed with the taste of him sends me over the edge, and I know it won't be long before I come.

He leans down and kisses me softly, his hand still stroking me. "I love that idea, baby." He murmurs into my lips.

"Mmm, my daddy," I moan into his kiss. The thought of him being in control, punishing me, sends a thrill through me.

His hand increases its pace, his fingers wrapping around my length. "You're so wet for me," he purrs, pulling away from the kiss to look into my eyes. "Does the thought of your daddy spanking you get you off?"

"Yes!" I gasp, arching into his touch. "I want it so much."

He smirks, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Then maybe I need to give you what you want?"

With that, he positions himself above me, and slaps his hand across the fleshy part of my arse. The tip of his wet cock nudges against my entrance, teasing me with the promise of what's to come. I can tell he's excited at the prospect of dominating me.

"Please," I whimper, reaching back to touch his cock, my heart pounding in anticipation. "Please, Daddy."

His lips curl into a satisfied smile as he pushes forward slowly, sliding into me inch by agonising inch. I gasp loudly at the sensation, my body adjusting to his thickness. He's so deep inside me now, filling me up completely. I can hear him breathing heavily above me, his hips rocking gently against mine.

"That's it," he breathes, "say it again."

"Please, Daddy," I moan, utterly owned by him. "Use me however you want."

He starts moving his hips faster, thrusting into me with hard, powerful strokes. Each movement sends a wave of pleasure through me, pinning me to the bed with every impact.

His hands grip my thighs, and his fingernails dig into my skin, marking me as his.

"You're so perfect for me," he growls, his voice low and thick with lust. "You're going to take everything I have to give."

"Yes, Daddy," I shudder, my body responding to his every touch. "Give it to me."

His eyes lock onto mine as he pounds into me harder. The intensity of this connection is overwhelming - the way he looks at me during this act of pure lust is unlike anything else in the world.

"I'm gonna come," I gasp, feeling the orgasm building up within me. "I can't take it anymore!"

He groans, his eyes flashing dangerously as lust consumes him.

"That's it," he growls, thrusting harder. "Come for me."

I cry out in pleasure as my orgasm explodes inside me, and waves of ecstasy wash over me. It feels like a never-ending torrent of pleasure, making my entire body shudder uncontrollably.

As I come down from my orgasm, he pulls out and climbs off me, pulling me around into his chest. His arms wrap around me, and he simply holds me.

"I love you," he whispers against my lips.

"I love you too," I reply, clutching him tightly.