Chapter 15

Tyson

Dessie wasn't little as he made a mad dash to the bathroom, ass cheeks peeking out from under my shirt as he ran, but I wasn't sure he was fully grown-up based on the giggle that escaped.

It also seemed like he wasn't ready for us to get up for the morning yet. "Stay there. I'll be right back, Daddy."

Clearly, dessert at bedtime had morning consequences.

And Dessie's groan said I was right. "Just go down. If you don't hurry, he'll get out of bed and come see what the problem is."

The problem seemed to be him talking to his dick, but a secondary one was the hard-on that had been waving the way to the toilet.

After another few seconds, Dessie sighed. "Good boy."

"Hey, that's my title." My response made him snicker. "Don't go giving out good boys to just anyone who stands up and says hello. That's rude."

Dessie was trying not to laugh but I could hear quiet giggles echoing from the bathroom. "Rude enough to get a spanking? What are the rules here?"

Cheeky brat.

I managed to do better than he had about hiding my laughter and I had it completely under control by the time he'd washed his hands and was peeking his head out of the bathroom. "It's important to know the rules before breaking them."

That was definitely an Austin wisdom, so I raised one eyebrow. "I was thinking that we should have some cuddle time this morning, but clearly we need a conversation instead."

He frowned. "Shoot."

I had to press my lips together but he saw through me. "Yep, I need a spanking. I was naughty."

Running across the room excitedly, Dessie threw himself on the end of the bed and scrambled up on all fours. When he was on top of me, grinning and wiggling, his ass poking out again, he gave me a quick peck. "Good morning, Daddy."

"Good morning, naughty boy." My response made him giggle but he shook his head.

"No. I'm your good boy. I just had to pee." He shrugged. "Dessert before bed is hard."

I reached under him and gave his erection a tug since it was back up and saying hello again. "Yep, it's hard."

He thought that was hysterical and buried his face against my shoulder as he laughed. "Daddy…"

But Dessie proved something could be sexy and ridiculous at the same time because even though he was giggling, he started rubbing our cocks together through the sheet I was trapped under. "I'm…I'm sorry I was naughty, Daddy."

Rolling my eyes at the adorably unsubtle hint, I gave his ass a smack. "You should be sorry. Bratty behavior will always get you consequences."

His moan was definitely because of the spanking, but his ridiculous response made me fight off laughter. "I'll remember that, Daddy. Thank you."

Brat.

But he was a needy brat, so I spanked his other cheek to make sure he left the house remembering who he belonged to.

Dessie sucked in a breath and then sighed as he went boneless against me. "I…I need to learn my lesson, Daddy."

And he clearly needed a spanking before work too.

"Yes, I think that's important first thing in the morning." Giving him another rough spank that was harder than his spanking the night before had been, I couldn't help smiling as he moaned softly and rocked his hips forward. "I'm going to make sure you remember how to be a good boy."

Dessie's excited, needy sound made it clear he agreed with my plan even before he'd arched his ass up. "Yes…I…help me remember, Daddy."

Since we were both in agreement, I brought my hand down again. "I'm going to make sure you can't forget, baby."

He whined, rocking again and pushing his dick against mine. "But…I don't…I don't have time to be little, Daddy."

Huh?

Oh, the baby comment.

I gave him another good spank to give myself time to figure out what I was missing, but it didn't take long to realize he wasn't just hiding against me, he was nuzzling.

"You don't have to be little to have special time with Daddy." Right? Were the two things completely tied together for him?

We hadn't really had a conversation about when he'd have dessert and when he wouldn't, but the fact that I was aching was making it easier to push away any reservations that tried to creep in. He needed release and so did I…they just happened to be different kinds.

His shiver said he didn't mind the idea of being flexible when it came to dessert. "I…I don't want to make you uncomfortable, Daddy."

Dessie nearly moaned out the words as I spanked him mid-sentence, but it seemed like the pain helped push his thought out. "Daddy…"

He moaned out my name so fucking sexily.

"Oh, but Daddy is very uncomfortable, baby." Focusing on his obvious desire and the very practical relief I knew he could provide made it easier to ignore the voice in the back of my head that was a pain in the ass. "Help Daddy, baby."

Having it framed that way had the last of Dessie's reservations popping in an instant. "I'm your good boy, Daddy."

Nuzzling against me, he worked his way lower and pressed his face against my pecs, taking in a deep breath. "Yes. Very helpful."

Had that been what he'd wanted to begin with?

Acknowledging that I was going to have to get better at communicating about his needs and desires, I kissed the top of his head. "Yes, you're a very good boy for Daddy."

As a shiver raced through him, he closed his eyes and pressed as close as he could to me as he inched closer to one nipple. "Yes…I'm…Daddy makes the rules."

And he couldn't be making Daddy nervous if Daddy made the rules.

Yep, I was going to have to be the grown-up in our relationship so my little didn't worry.

"That's right." Giving him one last spank, I shifted his lips closer to my nipple. "And Daddy says it's time to be very helpful."

His happy sigh was enough to chase out the last of the gremlins in my head and I smiled as he wrapped his lips around me and started to suck. He did it so naturally, it was like there was no hesitation in him when it came to being intimate in that way with me.

Dessie made it impossible to be worried when he was so relaxed and happy to take what I could give him. It seemed to be the ultimate way for him to tune out the rest of the world and it was something only I could give him.

"That's right." Kissing his head again, I settled back against the bed and stroked my hands over him. "You're making Daddy feel so good. That's my good helper."

Dessie was a naughty little at the most innocent of times, but he wasn't really in his little headspace at the moment, so I didn't even think before I ran my hands over his ass. There might've been a split-second hesitation as I dipped one finger in his slick opening, but that quickly vanished as he moaned around my nipple.

To say that felt good would've been an incredible understatement and I found myself moaning with him. Before I could decide if I was embarrassed by that or not, Dessie gave a happy wiggle and used his teeth to tease my nipple before going back to sucking.

So, of course, I had to make sure he remembered who was in charge.

I gave him another firm spank before sinking two fingers deep inside of him. His whole body twitched before he whimpered and started grinding himself against me. As he licked and went back to sucking on me, he peeked up at me and gave me an adorably manipulative pout.

His acting was good enough to reward, so I started fucking him faster, thrusting my fingers in as deep as I could. "Only good boys get to come. Remember that."

Oh, just the hint of being punished was enough to send another shiver through him and his hips started moving frantically. I wasn't sure if he was chasing his orgasm as fast as he could or if it was just too naughty of a threat for his body to ignore, but either way it was hot as fuck to watch.

That didn't mean I was going to let him rush, though.

"No, go slower. I want to enjoy my time with your lips and your needy hole." It wasn't anything that I'd ever even considered saying to someone else, but Dessie's eyes nearly rolled back in his head and his body clenched around my fingers.

Yes, I'd gotten it right.

Positive feedback was incredibly important in any job done well.

As he got his body under control, Dessie whined and shifted to slow, thorough sucks and his hips settled on just grinding against me. "That's right. Good boy."

His good behavior earned him slow thrusts where I was still sinking in deep. It left him desperate for more, but it was technically not a punishment. Dessie couldn't decide if he wanted to whine and beg for more or try and be good, and watching my naughty boy's mental conflict made me hard as a rock.

"You're so slick for me. I bet I could just sink inside you in one thrust." It was mild as far as dirty talk went but something set him off like a rocket.

In seconds, his body tightened and his orgasm exploded, sending cum up my chest as he milked my fingers like his lips were milking my chest. I'd clearly done something perfectly, but fuck if I could figure out what it was.

It felt like it should've been obvious, so I didn't want to look stupid and ask. But it wasn't obvious and I wasn't ready to admit that quite yet.

So I ignored it.

Well, I ignored whatever had set him off and focused on the parts I could identify.

His bad behavior.

As he soaked up the last of the pleasure from his orgasm, I teased his hole and waited for him to drop boneless onto me before I cleared my throat. "I think we need to talk about you coming without permission."

He went perfectly still and I could almost hear the wheels in his brain turning.

I was curious to see what he would come up with, so I stayed silent. It took him a few seconds but he seemed grateful I wasn't asking more questions about what had made him explode. He finally settled on giving my nipple one last lick and releasing it so he could kiss his way across my chest. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I'll be a good boy next time."

That'd been entirely too easy.

But I had to figure out what he was thinking and what had happened before I could agree with a punishment or a reward.

"We'll see about that. I have some thinking to do on if you need to be punished or not." The vague threat had him wrapping his lips around my other nipple and going back to sucking, but that time there was a new goal.

Getting me off.

Something about the way his lips were working me and the way his tongue kept stroking over the tip felt like he was playing with my dick, not having dessert. So while the intimacy was there like always, the desire he was pushing through me had been dialed up to ten.

As far as distractions went, I decided I approved.

"That's so good, baby." Closing my eyes, I let him win that time and focused on his cock-sucking lips as they worked something a lot higher than my dick. "That tongue. You're just…"

Thoroughly enjoying himself.

Dessie was nearly giggling as he teased me and relished winning whatever battle he'd thought we'd gotten close to having.

I knew I'd have to figure out what had happened but that would have to wait until I could think. He was doing an amazing job of frying my brain and it would've been rude to ruin all his hard work. "Harder, baby, now you can use those teeth on Daddy."

Oh yes.

He liked that order.

A giggle escaped before his teeth came out to play, nibbling and tugging as he sucked, and it was like fireworks were shooting through me. Just when I thought he couldn't make it any more incredible, he wiggled one hand between us and found my dick under the sheet.

Using his cum as lube, he started an erotic rhythm of sucking my nipple and then running his hand along my dick like he was sucking that too. The dual sensations in such perfect sync had me on the edge before I knew it was coming.

Dessie knew it, though.

He was pleased as punch and giggled around my nipple again, giving me one more long suck before pulling my orgasm out of me. His laughter and enthusiastic teasing as I exploded in his hand just made the moment even more incredible.

No one had ever had fun making love with me.

I pushed away the thought as I came down, though, realizing I wasn't ready to poke at it yet. But Dessie was still a wonderful distraction and released my nipple as he sat up and started rocking side to side. "Now you have to remember how good I was."

Snorting, I rolled my eyes. "No, I don't."

He couldn't decide if he wanted to laugh or pout, but he finally settled on more happy wiggles and an ear-to-ear grin. "Shower time. You're messy, Daddy."

And he was dirty and inching toward being little again.

"You made me messy, so you're going to have to clean me." His delighted laughter said he was perfectly willing to take that chore on.

Shower.

Breakfast.

Work once he was big again.

Yes, it seemed like we had a plan for the morning at the very least…I just had to figure out what would happen after that.