Who’s Your Daddy (Secret santa daddy, season four)

Chapter 7

Terrence

Yes, I wanted to have the conversation.

I liked it when he laughed.

“I—” Daddy pulled my legs, tipping me over onto my back and making me squeak as he cut off my very important words.

“You aren’t going to argue about laughter when you’ve got your toys back and a Daddy to help you orgasm, are you?” He made that sound like it should be an easy question to answer.

“You’re sexy when you glare at me, but we both know you almost laughed.” I was right. “You can’t just—”

He could.

Somehow I’d landed with my legs spread wide, and him just resting his hands high on the inside of my thighs turned off my brain.

Daddy’s eyebrow went up as his hands tightened on me. “Did you want to continue that argument?”

The fact that he was going to such lengths to be right proved I was right…so I shook my head. “No, Daddy.”

I was right and that was enough to make me happy.

“Good boy.” Massaging his fingers higher, he got a very pleased with himself look when I shivered. “See? You’re making your Daddy happy just being a good boy.”

He was going to drive me crazy.

“I…I want to make you happy, Daddy.” Because that would help make me happy too. “Thank you for helping me find my toys…and…and for picking out my favorite dinner.”

Yes, it was definitely time to work in all the good things he’d done too.

“You’re welcome.” The look on his face was almost a smile but it was wicked and more like a smirk. It didn’t make me want to come but it did make me want to get fucked. “Now it’s time to give you another of your favorite things.”

An orgasm.

“Thank you, Daddy.” Yes, that was worth letting him think he was right. “It’s been a long afternoon.”

And a long week with as many times as I’d been interrupted.

“I’ll remember that.” His eyes sparkled but he was still trying to look very stern. “But you have to remember your manners…and that Daddy is always right.”

Bullshit.

But if it got me an orgasm…

And he had found my toys…

“I’m smart, Daddy.” So I was going to talk around agreeing with the ridiculous statement. “Your hands feel so good. Are you going to help me?”

He hadn’t really said what the plan was.

One lip tried to turn up at the corner but it froze when he nodded. “A little bit. You’re going to show me what made you feel so good the other day.”

I could not have been as loud as everyone kept saying I was.

But we’d have that discussion after my orgasm…and maybe after noodles and another orgasm…yes, I could be patient before winning.

“Do you like watching, Daddy, or are you just curious about how happy I get?” Either way was fine with me, but I needed to know what part was going to turn him on.

“Oh, Daddy likes both.” His fingers tightened and inched closer to my dick. “I’m going to like watching the toy slide into you and I’m going to love watching you cry out as you orgasm.”

Both was a very good answer.

But before I could tell him that, he took control of the scene again and tugged down my pants. “I can’t decide if I approve of the fact that all your pants are easy to take off or not.”

Giggling, I shrugged. “Buttons poke my tummy and make it harder to reach my penis.”

“Easy access is important, huh?” Daddy didn’t wait for me to answer before he pulled my sweats down another few inches so they were just under my ass. “Sexy underwear is a must too.”

Oh yes.

“I approve.” Daddy had a hungry look as he studied my cute briefs and finished tugging my sweats down. “We’ll have to do a fashion show later and you can show me what else you have.”

He had the best ideas.

“Do…” It would’ve been easier to tell him that if he hadn’t started peeling my undies down. “I…”

I’d been going to say something but whatever it was evaporated as he freed my cock and reached for my lube. “Yes…”

Best decision ever.

He smiled.

“Good boy.” Daddy didn’t seem to need a lot of words to be happy, which I approved of in the moment.

Eventually I’d find where my brains had wandered off to, but for the time being, I was content with the amazing view in front of me.

Daddy was getting my toy ready for me.

Yep, this was much better than just getting Secret Santa presents.

Daddy knew it too because his smirk was back as he wrapped lubed fingers around my toy and started jerking it off. “This is going to feel nice inside you, won’t it?”

Nodding excitedly, I dug my fingers into the comforter on the bed and pushed my hips up to help him remember the plan. “Please, Daddy?”

Oh, he liked begging too.

But instead of making him grin, he got a sexy, serious face and looked like he was ready to fuck me into next week.

Definitely a do again.

“Do you want Daddy to help or are you going to show off?” His low tone sent a shiver through me, but I knew just by the look on his face that he’d like either option.

“Will…” He was so distracting. He brought the toy right to my hole but barely kissed it. “I…”

Shoot.

Words.

Fuck.

“Will you start, Daddy?” Yes, that was a good plan. “Then…then I’ll do it.”

Yes. I was amazing.

His expression said he was in agreement on that too. “I like that plan, cutie.”

Daddy liked it so much he didn’t make me wait to start playing. The little kiss he gave me turned into a sexy French kiss as the toy slid deeper inside me, the little ridges around it sending shivers through me. “Yes, I can see why you like this one.”

Daddy’s approval sent even more pleasure through me…but some of that might’ve been because he was slowly fucking me with my favorite toy. Or it could’ve been because he was watching me. Oh, and touching my legs. And making sexy sounds.

Okay, there were a lot of reasons I was thoroughly enjoying our scene.

“Daddy…” Moaning as he rubbed the head of the toy right over my prostate, I closed my eyes and shivered as he chuckled and did it again. “That’s…”

Leander always said it was important to make sure Doms knew what they were doing right, but while that was a good idea, it was hard to do in the moment. So I moaned. And shivered. And clenched. Yes, that was going to have to do and I’d find a more detailed way to praise him later.

An outline.

Yes, I could do that.

Slides would work too.

Oh wow.

“You’re not focused on Daddy, naughty boy.” His finger flicked the tip of my dick before my brain realized I should open my eyes and pay attention to Daddy.

It was a strategic mistake.

I could admit that…but I could also admit that I liked the results.

But the most important part of having a Daddy was realizing when to push and when to behave, so I opened my eyes as the wonderful flash of pain fired through me. “Daddy.”

He’d clearly remembered our limits discussion but I had enough brains to know he’d need a response besides just a moan. So I moaned out a better response. “Green, Daddy.”

Oh, that made him chuckle again.

As he made more sparks fire through me, he fucked me harder and trailed a finger down my erection. “That’s my good boy.”

He was definitely training me to respond well to praise, but I wasn’t going to complain if it meant I got so much attention. “Please…”

Oh yes.

He really liked sweet begging.

The toy went faster and he ran his finger around the head of my dick. His ability to multitask was amazing…and I was going to have to make Leander help me figure out all kinds of fun ways to take advantage of it.

“Thank you, Daddy.” Keeping my eyes open and on him was harder than he realized, but it made everything even hotter too.

His smirk.

The way his arm was flexing.

How he was towering over me.

Yeah, it was worth the effort.

“Yes, that’s my good boy. Watch Daddy help you play with your toy.” Everything he said made it hotter too. “You’re going to feel so good around my dick, but I’m going to take my good boy on a date before I fuck him.”

He was so sweet.

“Then…then you’ll orgasm me again or fuck me, Daddy?” Every part of me felt like it was holding its breath as his smile got wider. “Please? I’ll be a good boy, Daddy.”

Hopefully.

“Yes.” Something about the tender way he answered sent another shiver through me, but that might’ve been because he’d found a new favorite hobby…fucking with my prostate. “You deserve a date first but then we’ll have more playtime.”

I couldn’t decide if he was sweet or sadistic.

It might’ve been both but I was just really glad to hear we’d eventually get to the fucking me into next week phase of our relationship, so I decided not to overthink it. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Yes.

He was definitely being sweet no matter now naughty he looked. “You’re welcome.”

Somehow he made that sound slightly dangerous, but before I could tell my dick to be careful, it jerked and begged for more attention.

Daddy pretended to be surprised, but he liked how much he turned me on. “Oh, does he need more attention? Hmm?”

Mean. Mean Daddy.

“How about you play with your toy and I’ll play with your other fun toy?” It’d technically been phrased as a question but my hand didn’t realize that as it immediately obeyed and made Daddy even happier. “Oh, good job. That was very fast.”

My big side liked the silly praise in an embarrassing and squirmy kind of way, but my little side just loved it. I managed not to come right away but I wasn’t really good at the whole self-control thing. “Daddy…”

He laughed again.

That was definitely cheating…especially when he wrapped his hand around me and started jerking me off as the tingles his laugh gave me bounced around inside of me. He was doing his best to drag my orgasm out of me and it was making me go faster. Yes. It was Daddy’s fault I was going to explode.

“Yes, show Daddy what a sexy boy you are.” He twisted his hand as he moved it faster and the spinny motion made it feel like a game.

I liked games.

“Daddy’s good boy. Yes. Daddy’s good boy.” Bouncing between my hand and his, I made the toy go faster and he made the twirling go faster and that made my orgasm go faster. “Daddy’s…good….boy…”

I loved games.

Daddy loved them too because he made my tingles go on and on and on and he didn’t stop playing the twisty game until I was so mushy there was nothing left to twist.

“Puddle…puddle of goo, Daddy.” Somehow my eyes had closed, but Daddy didn’t seem to mind because he chuckled again. “I’ll…one second…”

I’d open them in just one second.

“Yes, my boy is a puddle of goo and got a wonderful orgasm, didn’t he?” Daddy softly petted my cock as I nodded. “And now he gets lots of cuddles for aftercare?”

“’Membered, Daddy.” Good Daddy.

“Yes, I remembered.” Daddy even kissed my head ’cause he remembered kisses and cuddles. “I’m going to get you clean real quick and then you’ll get lots of cuddles. We need to make sure you have wipes in here for next time.”

Yes, he was supposed to take care of me.

I was cute and messy and needed attention.