12. Hiero

Chapter twelve

Hiero

I t wasn’t my intention to seduce Skylar when I’d asked him on this outing, but now he was calling me Daddy and begging me to make love to him. He stirred up all of my protective instincts, my dominant ones too; Skylar was a Daddy’s boy through and through.

What else could I do but oblige?

“Have you ever had a Daddy before?” I asked as he straddled my lap and I dropped kisses on his neck, collarbone, and shoulder, savoring his sweet, honeyed skin.

“None who have lasted,” he said.

“You’re ex didn’t want that?”

“Not unless you count the fact that he paid all my bills. He didn’t want the responsibility. He didn’t think it was… appropriate.”

Fuck what was appropriate, what felt good to Skylar? What did my boy need?

“What do you need from your Daddy?” I asked .

“Constant reassurance and validation,” he said with a self-deprecating grin. “I wish I was kidding.”

“Okay. What else?”

“Structure, stability, someone to tell me when I’m making a bad decision and correct me when I’m wrong. Someone to hold me when I’m sad…” He drifted off, seeming to remember a time when he was denied that simple comfort.

“And you want me to provide it?” I asked, tugging on his hair so I could see his face.

“If you’re willing. When I saw you in the bar with your horns and your leather, I thought, there’s a Daddy right there. My Daddy.” He glanced away shyly. “At least for the night.”

I wanted him for more than one night, more than just one tryst in a cave, but I didn’t want to pressure him into anything. My desire was strong, but I had to show restraint.

“What does having a Daddy mean to you?” I asked as my hands moved of their own accord, caressing his firm buttocks and molding to the curve of his lower back. His helpless whimpers only egged me on.

“Someone who will take care of me? Someone to belong to? A strong, caring man who will guide me. I don’t know if that means discipline or punishment, but it might.”

I nodded in encouragement while kissing his neck. “What else, baby boy?”

“Someone safe, someone who I can just… let go with.”

“You’re safe with me, Skylar. ”

I reached into the slit in his pants, two fingers pressed against his wet hole. Musical moans filled the quiet cave as he arched back. I’d need to get him some leather for his protection if he kept riding with me, but for now, I appreciated the easy access of his whimsical clothing.

“And what do you need here?” I asked as I eased one digit inside him.

“I need…” he said brokenly.

“Skylar,” I growled, thoroughly enjoying his torment, “answer the question, boy.”

“I need to be told what to do, in bed. I like to be…. hmmm.” He gasped when I nudged his sweet spot.

“You like to be what?” I coaxed, nibbling at his lower lip, sweet and plump as a ripe fig.

“I like to be used. Called names. I like it rough sometimes, Daddy. To be treated like an object, but then I liked to be cuddled afterwards too.”

I could do all of that easily. Gladly.

“You told me your safeword was succotash. That will be mine too. We can talk about our other kinks and hard limits later, but for now, I want you lying on your back.”

He hustled to follow my order, spreading himself on the picnic blanket like a feast, hair pooling around his face like spilled ink. “That’s it,” I said with appreciation. “Spread those sweet cheeks for Daddy. Show me your greedy little hole.”

Reaching down with both hands, he opened the gap in his pants, exposing his silken treasure. With the barest brush of my fingertip, his tight bud awakened. Beads of fluid glistened on his pink flesh like morning dew, and I put some to my lips, tasting his honeysuckle flavor.

“Your hole looks hungry,” I said.

He nodded fervently, so I pushed two fingers inside him, his supple flesh giving way easily, seducing me with its soft, velvety texture. His cock was outlined in all its glory by his tight pants, and I wondered if he’d ever topped with that beautiful beast. I’d rarely bottomed myself, mostly because it took a lot of trust on my part to allow it, and the men I’d dated weren’t shit.

“Take out your cock. Nutsack too. I want to see it all,” I commanded.

He tugged on the material until he was fully exposed, skin so pale that I could see his branching blue veins underneath his skin. I cupped his balls in my hand like twin plums, tugging slightly. What might they look like after a little sensual torture? I squeezed them tighter and Skylar moaned, tearing at his hair. He looked like a proper slut, bare chested with his legs spread wide and his sex on display. I reached up to twist his nipples until they were tight, red raspberries. Judging from the gasps of pleasure he made, a pair of nipple clamps were in his near future.

“Daddy,” Skylar purred like a house cat. He’d not made any demands, just soaked up my ravenous gaze and attention. Why his ex hadn’t locked him down was a mystery to me. Some men couldn’t recognize a masterpiece when they were looking right at it .

“Undo my pants and take out my cock,” I said to him, and he leaned up on one elbow to follow my instruction, still with his bottom skewered by my two thick fingers. It was a feat for him to unzip my pants and peel away the leather far enough to uncage the beast. He hadn’t complained the last time about my size, but I’d need to go easy.

“Suck me now, Skylar,” I said, testing his obedience. His violet eyes flared with arousal before he folded himself forward to comply.

I gripped the back of his head with my free hand. Silken strands of onyx slipped through my fingers as I slowly rocked into his mouth. My hips flexed and my ass cheeks tightened on every forward thrust as my tail wrapped around his neck, not enough to choke him but to feel the sensation of his throat working me down. He should be gagging, even retching, but my length didn’t seem to faze him. He took me to the root with my ponderous balls slapping against his chin.

“Yeah, baby,” I cooed as he swallowed around me, throat tightening like a slipknot. “You’re so good at this. Pretty little cocksucker. Play with my nuts too. Let’s see how well you can multitask.”

He fondled me with one clever hand, pinching and squeezing. His fingernails scraped along my pebbled skin, pleasure edged with pain. He was folded up like a contortionist, and I remembered the comment the ogre had made about a fae’s flexibility “down there.” Was that the reason he’d adapted so easily to my size? Could he take my fist too?

“Christ almighty,” I said on a sharp exhale. “You’d better stop before I come.”

He didn’t though. He gave me a few more long, leisurely pulls with his cocoon-like throat, as if trying to coax the cum from my nuts until I finally managed to pull him off me. His mischievous smile told me he was a bit of a brat too, which only enticed me further. Cherry-red lips were glazed with spit and his luminous eyes pooled with tears as he awaited his next instruction. It was a heady intoxication to be looked upon in that way. And a sobering responsibility too. I dropped down to kiss his sinfully sloppy mouth, tasting my own sweat and musk on his lips and beneath it, the sweetness I’d come to associate with his skin. One of his sharp teeth grazed my lower lip and I pulled back.

“I’m sorry,” he said, eyes wide as if I might hurt him.

“I don’t mind.” I licked the blood from the puncture in my lip. As far as pain went, I was more concerned about the hard floor. The bedrock was going to be hell on my knees, but at least I had my thick leathers to protect me. “Lay back now. I got to get you ready for my cock.”

“I can take it,” he said, almost urgently. “I want to feel you, all of you at once. Please, Daddy?”

“You’re going to have to get back on my bike after this, and I don’t want you in pain the whole ride home. Trust Daddy to know what’s best.”

He nodded and I worked three fingers inside him, stretching his tight ring of muscle with a mounting urgency. “You want to take this off?” I asked regarding his pants, but he only reached down and tugged at the slit until it ripped wide open. With his gaping, wet cherry exposed, he looked thoroughly debauched.

I’d never been hungrier in my life.

Wordlessly, in grunts and moans, my baser instincts took over. I pushed back on his thighs to mount him at the best angle, then fed my girthy member into his slick hole. Like dipping my dick into a vat of warm honey, I didn’t know where he fit all that cock, but I’d swear I could see my shaft moving under the tautness of his abdomen.

“Ohhhhh,” Skylar said, his expression dissolving into a serrated groan. Eager and a little impatient too, he started rocking on my pole to get me deeper, so I grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head.

“Settle down,” I commanded, and he obeyed–just barely–his body twitching and squirming beneath me like a soul possessed. I nipped at his neck to remind him who was in charge here. “You are a wild one,” I said with appreciation. Gone was the timid fae who was too shy to ask for a break during work, who deferred to me and customers alike. Here was my hellion.

“But I want you, Daddy,” he said plaintively. I scooped him up into my arms so that I might kiss his beautiful lips and head off his impatience. Kneeling there on the blanket, I held him to me with his channel milking my cock and his head lolling around like he was drunk. “Goddess, no one has ever filled me the way you do,” he said.

“A perfect fit,” I agreed. I rolled my hips slowly, watching him move on top of me. He moaned in concert with my thrusts, long neck bared as an offering. My pleasure was second only to the connection we shared, the way he responded on instinct to my every subtle shift and wordless command. His body was an instrument I was still learning to play, but I sure liked the sound of it.

“Is that good for you, baby boy?” I asked. “Am I giving you what you need?”

“Yes, Daddy, I can feel you brushing against my womb.”

“I want to put a pup in you so bad,” I whispered into his hair. His eyes flashed open to meet mine, and he bit his lower lip with his sharp teeth, drawing blood. I kissed his bloody lips. “Don’t worry, baby. You said yourself, it can’t happen.”

“I know,” he said softly.

“But I do want to breed you. That’s my kink. Coating your insides with my seed and then plugging your hole. Your mouth warming my cock until I’m ready to go again. Dumping load after load in your sweet cunt and watching you struggle to keep it inside you.”

“Oh, Daddy,” he said, a little breathless.

“You want to be Daddy’s little cumslut?”

“Yes. As much as you want to give me, I’ll take it. I’m a greedy boy, Daddy. ”

With my dick now meeting no resistance, I rewarded his patience by bottoming out inside him. He gasped and cried out so prettily.

“Goddess above,” he said, eyelids fluttering.

“You like that?”

“Love that, Daddy. Do it again.”

I pulled back and slid in deep, holding him there while I nudged the opening of his womb. It fluttered against my cockhead, as delicate as butterfly wings. He keened like a wolf pup and shivered from the sensation.

“Has anyone touched you there before?” I asked.

“No, you’re the first.”

The prideful part of me liked that, but I knew the danger in it too. My dick alone wasn’t enough to keep him–I’d learned that lesson the hard way. Tugging on his hair, I forced his face to the side and sucked a berry-red bruise on his pale neck, marking my territory for everyone at the bar to see. As much as I liked seeing the shape of my mouth there, I wanted something more permanent, to brand him, collar him, tattoo my name on his ass.

“Your skin tastes so sweet, so smooth and soft, decorated like a work of art,” I murmured while thrusting into him again. My balls slapped against his backside, his pert cheeks pillowing his descent. “I like your warm sticky hole too, so tight around my cock. Flex for me baby, show Daddy what you can do.” He tightened up around me, sucking me in deeper. “Yeah, I want you to do that when I come, Skylar. Suck my seed into your womb where it belongs. Be my little breeder.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Atta boy. What are greedy little holes like yours good for?” I asked, giving him a few short pumps to make him bounce.

“They’re good for taking Daddy’s dick and draining the cum from his big, hairy balls.”

I smiled. “That’s right, and I’m going to be soaking your insides soon enough.”

“I want it,” he said.

I stretched my neck and ground out my lust. Reaching around to his backside, I felt where my cock was slipping in and out of him, such an erotic slide of flesh. His tattoos shimmered and shifted like heat waves, and I watched them, momentarily dazed, while we fucked like animals in the enchanted cave.

“Can I hold onto your horns?” he asked.

I tilted my head as an invitation and his fingers wrapped around their base. I shivered from the sensitivity. It was rare for me to allow anyone to touch my horns, but I liked giving Skylar that measure of control. I rearranged our positioning so that I was sitting on my ass to give my knees a break and let him take over for a spell. Gripping my horns, he rode me at his leisure, body undulating like a ribbon, violet eyes blown out with lust, and his red mouth open and panting. Watching him grind on my dick was enough to make me come undone, but I held it together, wanting to stretch out this exquisite pleasure a little longer .

“You’re going to have to ride home with that rip in your pants and my cum leaking out of your backside,” I mused, liking the sound of it. “You’re going to make a mess of my bike, just like I’m making a mess of you.”

“Daddy, I’m so close. I’m ready for your load,” he said while bouncing on my dick, flush-faced and glowing.

“Not yet, baby boy,” I murmured with a little too much affection as my hands latched onto his ass cheeks to slow him down.

“Please, Daddy,” he begged, his voice ragged, the hair at his temples damp with sweat.

“Wait until I give you permission. Can you do that for me, Skylar?”

“I can try.”

I laid him back down on the blanket and concentrated on fucking the sense out of us both in a race to the finish. My tail coiled around his swollen shaft, pumping him in time with my strokes. He held onto my horns for dear life as I steamrolled his slender body, slamming into him with heady abandon. When my balls started to throb with my oncoming release, I said sharply, “Come for me, boy.”

His channel squeezed my cock like a fist and he wailed, spurting sweet cream all over his smooth, dewy stomach. Grabbing his thighs, I yanked him closer for my final few thrusts. Suspended in a state of bliss, my own orgasm thundered through me and shook me to my core. I unleashed a flood, glazing his insides with my seed while his womb pulsed around the head of my cock as if lapping it up.

How we must look, a horned, half-bull beast fucking a delicate fae on the hard ground. The erotic picture it painted had me plumping up again, pushing against the walls of his channel. I gazed down on my blissed-out boy while he hummed and smiled, his eyelids drooping lazily in his post-coital daze. “Daddy,” he rumbled in his deep, throaty timbre.

I kissed him all over, his forehead, both cheeks, his pointed ears and his chin. When my cock finally snaked out of him, I pushed back on his knees to see the evidence of our passions, a steady stream of my thick, white spunk dripping from his twitching hole, my own fantasy made real. The spiders were going to have a hell of a time cleaning up this mess.

“How long will it take you to tighten up?” I asked, swiping his swollen rim with my thumb and pushing some of my seed back inside. His bud sucked on my digit like a hungry mouth.

“An hour or so,” he said lazily. “But you don’t have to wait if you don’t want to. I’m ready to go again.”

Tempting.

“Was I too rough?” I asked.

He gazed at his own splash of cum drying on his stomach while absently stroking his nipples with the back of his hand. His cock listed to one side, half-hard again, and I wondered if I might have met my match. “Just right,” he said.

“I can be gentle too. I have range. ”

“That was perfect. Just what I wanted.”

The rain had stopped coming down and rays of sunlight filtered into our quiet cave, highlighting the mess I’d made of him, though truthfully, I was just as wrecked. I recalled some of the things I’d said, particularly the bit about putting a pup in him, and found that I did not regret it.

“I like the way you look at me,” he said as I lay down beside him to bask in the sweet afterglow.

“Yeah, how’s that?”

He shrugged, shy again. “Like you might want to keep me around for a while.”

I shook my head and kissed his temple. “I can’t understand what sort of fool would ever let you go.”

“You say the sweetest things,” he said with a smile. “Careful or I might start believing them.”

“You are a treasure, Skylar Larkspur, and any man who can’t recognize that is a waste of your time or attention.” I lifted his chin and stared into his arresting eyes. “I know we’re still figuring this out, and you haven’t planned out your next moves yet, but for as long as you’re here, I’d like to take care of you, to have you as a lover and as my boy. If you’ll let me?”

His lower lip trembled as his tender vulnerability shined through. “I’ll let you.”