Naughty November

Chapter 8

EIGHT

BECKETT

Daddy Sheldon leads me through the club, past the two beds being used for an orgy, past the plexiglass box for putting on a show, to an area with couches often used for aftercare and sex. People are talking here, but their conversation and the music are quieter than in the main dungeon space.

Most seats are taken, but one small loveseat that is closer to the dungeon is unoccupied. He gives me a gesture of ‘ this okay ?’ and I nod. The waterproof sheet on it lets me know they expect bodily fluids, and I let Daddy Sheldon sit. It’s not wide enough for us to sit side-by-side, so I’m not surprised when he pulls my hand to bring me onto his lap.

Straddling Daddy Sheldon’s thighs, he unbuttons his vest so I can see his sexy body. My skirt rides up, revealing the cage and my dick, currently turning an interesting shade of purple. I find myself thrusting down with my vibrator right over his bulge, though it only makes my situation worse.

“Be still, boy.” Daddy Sheldon raises a brow and holds my skirt back as I force myself to comply. When I do, he smiles and runs his fingers through the hair above my cage. “Can I touch you, Beckett? ”

“Yes, anywhere. I want you to.”

“If I unlock you, what are the chances the cock ring will be stuck?”

“Oh, high? It’s been a week,” I admit. “I’ve never been in chastity or edged myself for so long. But I could try.”

“Scoot back,” Sheldon instructs, unzipping himself to free his hard cock. It’s not as big as when I sucked him, so I know he has more to go. “You can touch me too, but I want to play with your hole.”

“Okay. I am yours to play with, Daddy,” I let him know. Pulling lube out of the bag next to our seat, I hand it over to him. “I don’t like much pain, but you decide what happens. I’ll say yellow or red if I want you to pause or stop.”

A rumble of pleasure in Daddy Sheldon’s chest matches the lusty look on his face. He takes the lube and coats two fingers before reaching between my legs to find my hole. He slips one in and pulls it out to add the second.

“Are you sore?”

“Yes,” I moan as he finds my prostate again. “But not too bad. I can take you.”

He fingers my spot and rubs the vibrator into me with the heel of his hand at the same time, and I squirt unexpectedly as a prostate orgasm runs through me again. My balls tighten and loosen when he slows to a painful massage. I’m overstimulated and my dick is trying to retreat.

Daddy Sheldon pulls the key off his neck and sticks it in the lock as I watch my erection flag. He pulls his fingers out of my ass and uses both hands to unlock me and wiggles the cage free, pushing my balls through the cock ring, followed by both my cock and balls through the hole of the toy. Quickly, he wraps his hand around the base of my dick, pulling down my foreskin so it reveals my head, and I don’t go off from the relief.

“Not yet, boy. Not until Daddy says you can.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whimper as the relief, pleasure, and pain mingle to confuse my senses. He hands me the key and the pieces he removed and tightens his grip. I struggle to lean over and put the cage and toy away in my bag.

“Lube my dick,” Daddy Sheldon instructs, not letting my dick go. I grab the tube from where it got tossed between my thigh and the side of the chair and take pleasure in stroking him. “Ah, ah, ah. Don’t play.”

My lower lip pouts without even thinking, and Daddy Sheldon pulls me into a kiss. It’s filthy and hot and I don’t realize I’m trying to thrust into his hand until he stops and stills me.

“Line me up and take Daddy’s cock, Beckett.” Daddy Sheldon’s use of my name in a soft yet commanding voice has me rushing to comply. “I want to fill you up again before you come.”

His tip pushes past my muscles easily, with my weight sending me down his length with little effort. His cum from the glory hole is still inside of me, and I imagine it easing the way, a natural lube I want more of.

“Oh, fuck, Daddy,” I groan when he’s fully seated, pushing up into me.

He grabs one hip and guides me up and down his cock. “You feel amazing.”

Daddy Sheldon’s fingers are still tight around the base of my dick, and I’m thankful. I would have come on his first thrust otherwise. As much as I want to come, I don’t want this to be over so quickly.

“You said you have been locked up for a week?” he asks with another thrust that has me gripping his shoulders to hang on. “Have you been edging yourself the whole time?”

“Yes, Daddy. With dildos, vibrators, and some smut. I haven’t come since that night we sort of met,” I admit, and the heat from the kind of embarrassment I like washes over me.

“Good.” He grins like the devil emoji. “Have you ever been on edge for so long?”

“No, Daddy,” I admit, feeling my face flame as I push my face into his hair to hide my reaction.

“You are going to need to piss right after, but I need you to hold it until I can get you to the bathroom.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I agree, despite not fully understanding, and feel pleasure shoot through me at using the term for him again.

Daddy Sheldon lets go of my dick and pumps up into me, thrusting hard and fast while he uses my hips to lift me up and down like I’m a sex doll for him to use. I hang on for the ride, not sure if he’ll come before I do.

“I’m going to fill up your ass, Becket, and then you’re coming for me.” Daddy Sheldon groans against my chest between us, and I can feel the signs of my impending orgasm and his.

The heat I’ve felt in my lower stomach spreads out and my nerves light up, but before I can come, he roars and holds my hips in place. Pulling back to look up at me, Daddy Sheldon thrusts into me one more time and I can feel his orgasm rippling through his body as his cock swells inside my hole.

Untouched, my dick goes off. I cum without a sound, a silent scream on my lips as I watch as cum spurts out over and over again, all the way up Daddy Sheldon’s stomach and chest, one even reaching his neck. My ass tightens around his dick, and I feel him shoot one last time. He gathers some of my cum from his pec and brings it to his mouth to taste, lapping it up like I produced some rare delicacy.

“You taste as good as you feel, boy. I hope we can do this again.”

“I don’t know if I can go again.” I squirm on his dick, my flagging erection giving way to a new discomfort. “You were right about needing to pee.”

“I meant in the future.” Daddy Sheldon chuckles and moves to stand with me still on his cock. I wrap my arms and legs around him as he starts walking. “Let’s hop in the shower and you can pee there.”

A wave of pleasurable humiliation washes over me at the thought of peeing in the shower in front of Daddy Sheldon. “Another kink unlocked,” I murmur into his hair.

“Happy to help, boy,” Daddy Sheldon whispers back and kisses my neck. “I think we’re going to have a lot of fun together.”

My brain can’t form words, but I wholeheartedly agree.