Look, he’d waited a whole hour before waking Daddy. Raf was proud of himself. But it was seven o’clock, so surely it was time for presents now, right? They hadn’t really agreed on a time, and Raf hadn’t wanted to press his luck after the whole discussion—Rhys had said he’d been merely teasing him, but sometimes, teasing held a kernel of truth—but they’d all said they wouldn’t wait too long. Seven sounded perfect to him.
“Daddy,” he whispered, and Daddy’s soft snores stopped. Raf dropped kisses on Daddy’s furry chest, stroking his round belly with his hand like Daddy loved. “Daddy, wake up.”
Daddy grunted, then yawned loudly. “What time is it?”
“It’s seven… I waited a whole hour to wake you.”
Daddy’s chest shook with laughter as he pulled Raf on top of him, folding his big arms around him. One hand lazily traveled down his spine and cupped his ass. Raf shivered. Daddy could be so possessive like that, touching him like he owned him. It always gave him goose bumps. He loved being Daddy’s boy. Almost automatically, he spread his legs.
“Mmm, such a good boy for Daddy. You’re a sweet boy for letting me sleep a little longer, baby boy. You deserve a reward for that.”
Raf rubbed his cheek against Daddy’s chest, reveling in the sensation of those soft hairs against his skin, that strong yet cuddly body underneath his own. “I love you, Daddy.”
“I think it’s a little too early for presents, baby boy,” Daddy whispered, but before Raf could tell him that wasn’t true, Daddy said, “So we’ll have to entertain ourselves a little longer here. I wonder what we could do…”
Raf giggled. “Can I get my reward now?”
“You sure can, but it has to be quiet. We can’t wake Rhys and Cornell. Can you do that for Daddy, baby boy? Can you be real quiet?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Then you get to pick your reward, baby boy.”
That was an easy choice for Raf. He loved everything Daddy did with him—though he’d come to respect Daddy’s real punishments because they were anything but fun—but his favorite was still Daddy’s fat cock. The perfect burn when Daddy breached his hole, the sting that ravaged his ass for that first minute or two, it was glorious. But he’d sure try to see what more he could talk Daddy into.
He pushed himself up so he could meet Daddy’s eyes. “You know what I want, Daddy. It’s what I always want. If I could have your cock in me all day, I would.”
Daddy’s eyes flashed with raw hunger. “That sounds delectable. Maybe we should try it someday. Make you Daddy’s little cock warmer.”
Why did that sound so incredibly hot? Seriously, his cock grew hard, just thinking about it. “But we can’t do that today, Daddy. Not here and not on Christmas.”
Daddy’s big hands pulled his ass cheeks apart, and he casually swiped his thumb over Raf’s hole. He’d kicked the thick comforter off, and Raf shivered in the cold air. Or maybe from Daddy’s hands.
“Mmm, I know. But someday soon, baby boy. Someday soon.”
“Daddy, do you think you could spank me first a little? It feels even better when you fuck me if my ass is all red and glowing…and it looks pretty too.” He blinked a few times at Daddy, whose mouth pulled up in a grin.
“You are one cheeky little boy, aren’t you? You know exactly how to play Daddy. I will never say no to spanking you, baby boy, because reddening your gorgeous bubble butt is one of my pleasures in life.”
See? He’d already gotten a spanking and a good fuck out of this. What else could he come up with? “I love it when you spank me, Daddy. But I need to use the bathroom first.”
Without warning, Daddy’s hand came down hard on his ass, and he yelped. “Ouch!”
“Games are all fine and well, Raphael, but don’t you dare manipulate me. I know what you were angling for, and that’s not okay.”
Raf lowered his eyes, Daddy’s intense gaze reaching deep inside him. He’d messed up, making Daddy cross with him…and that on Christmas morning, just when Daddy had promised him a reward for being good. Stupid. So stupid. “I’m really sorry, Daddy.”
His bottom lip trembled, but it was real this time. He’d ruined Christmas, hadn’t he? Daddy had called him a sweet boy, and he’d gone and fucked it all up. Why couldn’t he be happy with what Daddy was giving him? It wasn’t like he had anything to complain about. Daddy took such good care of him, spoiled him, gave him everything he needed and more. So why did he always push for more? Daddy was wrong. He wasn’t a sweet boy at all, and Daddy was finding that out as well.
“Raphael, look at Daddy.”
See? He called him Raphael. That didn’t bode well. Still, he obeyed because what else could he do? But when he met Daddy’s eyes, they were far kinder and warmer than he had expected. “I can see the worry and panic on your face, baby boy. What’s going through your mind?”
Raf sighed. Should he pretend everything was okay? Nah, that would only make things worse. Daddy would get it out of him, one way or another. And if he had to use measures like that, the day would be officially ruined because it would be mighty hard to have fun when he couldn’t sit on his ass.
“I ruined Christmas,” he whispered. He sighed with relief as Daddy caressed his back with calm moves.
“Is that how you feel?”
“Yes, Daddy. I was ungrateful, and I ruined everything.”
A single tear trailed down his cheek, and he wiped it off. He didn’t want Daddy to think he was resorting to tears on purpose.
“You haven’t ruined anything, baby boy. I love you just as much as I did ten minutes ago, and everything will be fine. We’re going to have an amazing day today…after you’ve taken your punishment.”
Raf cringed.
“Now, I’m not gonna take away your reward. You earned that one by being a sweet boy earlier. But I will have to discipline you for trying to manipulate me.” Raf had dropped his gaze downward again, but Daddy lifted his chin. “If you want me to take care of you in the bathroom, baby boy, all you have to do is ask. I love doing that for you.”
Raf bit his lip. “I love it when you hold my dick when I pee.”
His voice was barely audible, but Daddy must’ve heard it because he smiled softly at Raf. “Okay, then that’s what we’ll do from now on. Don’t you know how much I love doing that for you and with you? I love it when you give me your trust, when you rely on me to take care of you.”
Raf’s mouth dropped open. “But…but you said you were gonna punish me, Daddy.”
“Not by withholding something you crave and I enjoy. That would be denying us both. No, you’re gonna get your wish to get a red ass…it’s just gonna be a little redder than you had planned for.”
Raf blew out a breath. That was fair, he supposed. At least Daddy wasn’t really angry with him. “Okay, Daddy.”
“Are you going to be a good boy for Daddy and take your punishment?”
Daddy’s voice dropped a little lower, and Raf nodded instantly. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good. Let’s go, baby boy. We’ll use the bathroom first.”
Raf leaned back against Daddy as he peed, his dick small in Daddy’s big hand. He sighed with the happiness of that moment, even if his stomach curled a little at what was coming. Daddy dabbed his dick dry, then flushed, and after Daddy had taken care of business himself, they both washed their hands.
“Bend over on the bed, baby boy. We’re gonna get the discipline part over with first.”
Raf was about to ask how Daddy was gonna spank him when he saw him pull the paddle out of his weekend bag. “You brought the paddle?”
Daddy raised an eyebrow. “Are you telling me I was wrong to expect some trouble with you?”
Well, he could hardly argue with that, could he? With a mutter soft enough so Daddy wouldn’t hear it, Raf bent over the bed. This was not gonna be pleasant.
Daddy’s hand curled around his neck, holding him down firmly. “I love you, baby boy. Tell me why Daddy is disciplining you.”
“Because I tried to manipulate you.” Raf’s voice was as small as he felt inside.
“All right. Ten counts, baby boy.”
Raf didn’t have time to brace himself before the first one came. “One,” he said, gasping a little from the pain.
By the fifth slap, his ass was on fire, and tears were burning in his eyes. Daddy was not going easy on him, and in a way, that made him feel better. That meant that when it was over, it was truly over. He’d have borne his punishment, and all would be well.
“Six,” he forced out between gritted teeth.
“Four more, baby boy. You can do it.”
The last four were hell, and he couldn’t hold back the tears. “Ten,” he managed as the last one came.
“My good boy. Stay there, baby boy. I’ll get you some lotion.”
At least Daddy had come fully prepared, bringing both the paddle and the lotion. The smell of the aloe vera was familiar—it wasn’t like he hadn’t been in this position before—and so was the soothing effect on his skin. He stayed quiet, half out of it, as Daddy rubbed it into his skin with slow, smooth strokes.
He closed his eyes, too tired to get up from what turned out to be a pretty comfortable position, aside from his stinging ass, that was. The comforter was folded up underneath him, giving him a nice, soft layer to put his weight on, and his feet just reached the floor enough to distribute his weight. Daddy mumbled sweet words as he took care of Raf’s ass, and he let it roll over him, the praise, the forgiveness, the knowledge that they were okay again.
It took him a little while to realize Daddy had moved on from the discipline part of the program and was now using the lotion to tease Raf’s crack. He spread his legs and pushed his ass back, unashamed in asking for what he wanted this time.
“You still want this, baby boy?” Daddy asked, and Raf loved him for it. Daddy Brendan never assumed consent but always asked and double-checked.
“I need you, Daddy… Don’t prep too much. Wanna feel you claim me.”
His emotions were still a mess, and he’d have to sort those out later, but he knew one thing for sure. His hole was ravenous. It craved Daddy’s fat cock. Maybe because he knew it would make him feel better. Maybe because it would hurt a little, and that edge of pain often managed to distract him and pull him out of his head. Maybe because Daddy loved fucking him hard, and he wanted to please him.
Did it matter? Nope, not as long as it was what they both wanted. And he wanted. Daddy knew a lot of things, but above all, he knew how to fuck. He was the perfect combination of rough and strong, of dominant and forceful, yet caring and tender at the same time. He’d wreck Raf’s ass, only to make sweet love to him right after.
Daddy’s fingers were fast as they penetrated him, and Raf licked his lips in anticipation. This would be a quick one, a hard one, and he was so on board with that. Daddy’s left hand settled on his lower back, pushing him down, and he went willingly, pliant as could be. His cock was hard and leaking, and his nipples tingled with anticipation.
“My gorgeous boy... You look so hot with your ass all red and glowing.”
Daddy spread him open, and Raf let him, welcoming the intrusion, the sting. “I’m ready, Daddy. Need you now.”
Sometimes, Daddy would argue with him that it wasn’t enough, but not this time. Thank fuck for that because Raf wasn’t lying. He needed him, needed to feel him. Needed to feel being owned, taken care of. It was only a second later that Daddy’s cock replaced his fingers, and maybe Daddy shared that urgent need, that craving because he pushed inside him in one stroke, not even stopping until he was buried inside him.
Raf cried out in shock as well as from the burn that rolled through his ass. A strong hand clamped around him, covering his mouth and pulling his head back slightly. It was the hottest thing ever.
“You gotta be quiet, baby boy. I’m gonna fuck you fast and hard, but you can’t make noise now, you hear me? Be a good boy for Daddy and take his cock like a champ.”
He would. No matter what it would cost him, he’d obey and make his Daddy proud. So when Daddy pulled back and slammed back in, hitting his prostate so perfectly Raf saw stars dance in front of him, he bit back on his cry with all his might.
Daddy tightened the grip on his mouth, and Raf leaned into it, welcoming it. He moaned but kept it down, breathing like a steam train through his nose instead, as Daddy set a grueling pace. The climax built up inside him like a volcano about to erupt, and the next time Daddy rammed inside him, he pushed back, seeking friction with his cock against the comforter. It was a reward, technically, so he knew the rules. He could come whenever he wanted, and lord knew he wanted to come before Daddy because the man would be done for a while after this.
He rocked back, fucking himself on Daddy’s cock, their bodies colliding with slick slaps that turned him on even more. Daddy sped up, going at his ass at a break-neck speed that belied his age. Raf had been told older men had less stamina. Well, Daddy must’ve missed that memo because the man was a beast, especially first thing in the morning. He loved working out his morning erection on Raf…or in Raf, for that matter.
“God, you feel so good. So tight, so sweet. I love how hot your skin is against mine. My sweet boy. My greedy little cumhole…”
That right there? That was what turned Raf on more than anything else. He’d tried to understand it, how this weird mix of protectiveness, innocence, and pure dirty filth was so intoxicating, but he couldn’t figure it out. All he knew was that it made his body sing and his soul crave more.
“I’m your dirty boy, Daddy,” he whispered against the hand that was still curled around his mouth.
Daddy bent over him, covering Raf’s body with his own, and pumped even deeper inside him. Raf arched his back, pushed back against that glorious, perfect cock, and without even touching himself, he came all over the comforter, his balls emptying with a force that made him a little light-headed.
Daddy Brendan didn’t stop, though he must’ve felt Raf’s body jerking. No, he pulled his head back, gave a few more hard, desperate shoves, and then spasmed as he unloaded deep inside him. His teeth found Raf’s shoulder and bit down hard, which was sure to leave a mark. God, it was perfect.
Yes, he’d regret his stupidity later as his ass would probably sting all day long, but this fuck? The raw, hungry way Daddy had claimed him? Totally worth it.